This is chapter 3 of Kidnapped.
Please review, this is the longest story I've done so far.
I do not own Kickin'it
Kim POV
I was sleeping but was awoken by the sound of banging on the door.
A large man the one that had pinned me to the wall two years ago walked in and whipped my back.
This was a common punishment for not waking-up on time, I was pain free for about ten more seconds when all the pain came in a rush and I hopped out of bed.
I don't understand what joy there is in hurting people, causing them to cry themselves to sleep every night, wishing to be dead so it would all go away.
That's the problem though, they never beat anyone to death they just barely keep them alive so that there's always someone to hurt.
Being here is almost like being in jail, actually it was worse than being in jail because at least they have windows.
"I bet I'd be easier to break out of jail" I murmur forgetting that the monster of a man was in the room, he kicked me down to the floor with a sly grin spreading across his face.
I curl-up into a ball on the floor just wishing it won't be long, I gave up trying to defend myself a long time ago.
He leans over my body and slaps my face "Get-up!", he yells his voice was dry like he hasn't talked in ages.
I stand up slowly and back-up against the wall, he punches me in the gut and I cringe.
It goes on like this for hours and my body is swelling like crazy, randomly I think of a memory were I was with the guys and cracked a small smile.
"You think this is funny" the thug says and uses all his force to throw me against the concrete wall.
I hear a giant crack and fall to the ground only to be kicked over and over, in-till he finally left.
I lifted my shirt to see my sides bruising at a rapid pace, a started to get up but yelped in pain and fell back down.
Sorry that this chapters so short but I want Kim and Jack to be switching POV's every chapter.
please review and tell me what you think.
I'll try to update tomorrow but I'm not sure if I'll have time.
