Rosia *Slow Updates*

Rosia POV

-----------------the night before -------------------

Isabelle was standing behind me with her spiky whip. dagger, and handgun, ready to shoot. I was chained up against a stone wall, with my hands and feet in a star position, with shredded pieces of clothing hanging off my body. She took whatever clothes I had on my back, off. After that, she took her spiky whip and struck it on my back 100 times. Then she grabbed the controller to the shock collar on my neck and put it on the second lowest setting, sending shock waves through me. My body jerked in many different ways and resembled me having a seizure. Then, she took her dagger, dug it into my shoulder, twisting it to the right, and then back. I screamed out in pain as she took it out and grabbed her gun, shooting me in the back of my left knee, sending immense pain down the rest of my leg.

She grabbed me by my hair after putting her gun down, “SHUT UP BITCH!” She screamed at me, before grabbing the remote, sending shocks down my neck. I almost passed out right there before she took me off the chains.

“Grab her and put her back in her chair but, don’t tie her up yet, not until after the doctor is done.” She directed Daniel and Kade. She walked past them, giving them the key, and walking out of the room.

They took me off the chains, grabbed me by my arms and dragged me across the room to my chair where the doctor was waiting. They threw me down roughly and I winced as I felt just how much pain my body was really in. The doctor efficiently wrapped my wounds, took the bullet out, put stitches wherever needed and left. Daniel and Kade were waiting outside the door, so they tied me back up and I slipped into unconsciousness.

--------------end of last night---------------

I woke up my head pounding and feeling dizzy. I groaned as I opened my eyes, already adjusted to the bright room ahead of me. I remembered my hands, feet, and torso were tied to the chair I was sitting on. I threw my head back so I looked straight up to the ceiling annoyed I haven’t been able to get out of here after 6 months. I’m weaker than I was 6 months ago. My body felt like it was throbbing in pain from the whipping I got last night.

I hear Isabelle coming into the room from a door behind me. A sharp sting to my right cheek appears as my head flies to the left, hitting my head on the back of the chair and rolling forward again.

--------October 25th, 2015--------

I am a part of the Guns & Roses gang which is run by my father, Elijah Grey and my mother, Carissa Grey. I was doing the usual since I was 16 and that’s the age considered to start going on missions. What’s even worse is that it was my birthday. The usual is to take their gang gun shipments and use them for ourselves.

I had on a leather jacket with a black long sleeve crop top, black ripped jeans, and black combat boots. My hair was down it hide the earpiece in my right ear. My outfit was all black so I could stand in the shadows and not get caught.

One of their security members alerted the rest of them that I was there at their docks. Two more burly men came and picked me up as if I weighed nothing. I was thrashing and kicking around but it didn’t affect them. They threw me in the back of a van, put tape on my mouth, and tied up my hands and feet. They kept moving my hair around to find my tracker/ earpiece, and when they did, they smashed it against the side of the van. Then, they got out and slammed the door behind them.

Kade looked in the trunk and his eyes roamed down my figure. He then locked eyes with me. We had a staring contest until his parents got into the van. He finally looked away and put his earbuds back in his ears. His mother got in the back seat and turned back to look at me.

“I got a message in my earpiece saying we got Elijah’s daughter. I didn’t believe it at first but now seeing it with my own eyes, now I do. I’m going to have fun with you, sweetie, ” Running her hand down my face. I jerked my head away from her hand and looked down at the floor.

When we finally reached the warehouse near their gang house, they grabbed me by the arms and dragged me out of the trunk into one of the prisoner cells. They untied my hands first and then chained me up before letting go and untying my feet and chaining those up too. Then they ripped the tape off my mouth to hear me scream. Kade and his father stood behind his mother near the weapons table.

“Let’s get this started, don’t you think, “smiling sadistically, grabbing her Wolf Head dagger from the weapons table and dragged it down my arm, making a deep cut about 5 inches long. I clenched my teeth in pain but didn’t cry out or scream.

“That doesn’t hurt you? Well, let’s see if this does then, turn her around,” Isabelle directed. She had this crazy look in her eyes, making me want to back away from her. I had a theory that maybe she broke out of a mental hospital. Although this wasn’t time to crack jokes.

She walked over to the weapons table and put her dagger away and took out her spiky whip. It looked like the tassel of a graduation cap and is made of leather. She walked back to me and I felt my tank top being ripped down the middle. Then she started throwing her hand back and forth, each time whipping my back harder and harder with the whip. I started screaming and thrashing around, arching my back as far as it could go as tears rolled down my cheeks. That repeated a good fifty times before she finally stopped.

“Unchain her, ” She directed to Kade before turning to his father, “Go get the collar, ”

Made walked towards me and unchained my feet first before grabbing my arms and unchaining those. Then he led me to a chair that had a towel laid out on the back of it so I don’t get blood on it.

He walked out of the room only minutes later returning with an electric collar. He put it around my neck and gave her the remote. She put it on the lowest setting making me jerk in my chair. It was like small shocks throughout my body from the hair on my head to the tips of my toes.

“I will make sure you never fall unconscious so you can remember everything I did to you, and you will feel every lick of the whip and every method of torture until your broken into pieces.” She sneered before turning it up ever so slightly every time she used the collar.

----- February 25th, 2016- 6 months later-----

Isabelle, Kade, and Daniel were now in the room when I heard a loud boom, almost like something was being blown up. Isabelle takes her gun out of the holster and cocks it to get ready to shoot but, this time it’s not directed at me, but the door behind me. Daniel tells Axel to stay in front of me and takes Isabelle’s hand, guides her to the door, positioning either of them on one side of it, him behind her. Her gun is still pointed at the door and his hand is on the waistband of his jeans where his holster is ready to shoot. It then bursts open and all I see is my father with his knives holstered across his chest with a gun in his hand pointed at Daniel.

Axel decides to press his hand against my chest, pushing me further into the back of the chair, while I scream out in agony. He stares straight at my father as I continue to scream, then he stops while I groan at the throbbing pain growing in my head and back.

“I want my daughter out of this horrid place. You are horrible people and I hope you rot in the darkest pits of hell.” My father spits out while running to my side.

“Your daughter is the one tied up to my chair. You are in no position to be demanding anything.” He chuckles out turning to face us, taking his hand off of his gun holster.

My father runs over to me and unties my hand first which I use to untie the rest of my body. Kade stands next to his father as mine tries to get out of this horrid smelling dungeon, which a tad hard because he can’t touch my back to get me out of the chair. He crouches so I can get on his back, he puts his hands under my thighs with my arms around his neck to keep myself steady. We find people down the hallway and they immediately raise their handguns and start shooting.

Now, I’ve done this before, “Let me down!” I yelled at my father. He let me get off of his back quickly before handing me a gun.

“Shoot anyone with a gun and make sure neither of us gets shot.” He yells over the gunfire.

I dodge through gunshots and under people until I get to the end of the hallway. There is a big room leading to the garage, going into lockdown mode. Once it hits the ground, you can’t get out unless a code is entered into the system.

“GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!” He yells.

I ran and threw my body on the floor hard enough to make me side underneath the door before it closed completely. There is about a foot left before the door is shut. I heard a loud gunshot, my father tumbling to the ground. He had blood pouring out of his mouth.

“Run, I love you, Rosie.” He coughed as he choked out his final words.

“DADDY!” I screamed, pulling at my hair as all of our memories flooded my memory. All of those good times and sometimes even the bad, it was at that moment that I felt like my chest was being ripped out of my chest.

I scrambled up off the ground as I saw the door starting to open up again. I started sprinting, the wound in behind my left knee slowing me down a little but not by much. My body started to shut down on me as I took random turns, leading myself somewhere in the woods. I found a clearing with a lake and a small waterfall. I collapsed and I started to get very drowsy but before I could sleep, I heard the crunching of footsteps.

Kade stood there with concern in his eyes and he dropped down to the ground where I was. “I’m so sorry Rosia, I didn’t want anything like this to happen to you. I just didn’t know what to do and I know I’m so stupid, I should’ve done something. I’m so sorry.” He said breaking down and apologizing over and over again.

I put my hand softly on his cheek and whispered, “It’s okay, there’s nothing you could’ve done. I would’ve been more careful if I had a chance to do it again.”

He didn’t get a chance to answer before my hand dropped and I succumbed to darkness.

--------Time Skip------- 1 Hour----------

I don’t know how, but I ended up in my bed from the woods. I was awakened by my mother who was standing next to my bed. I scrambled up and she took that opportunity to grab my hair, pull me out of my bed, room, and down the stairs. I winced as I felt every single one of my whip marks hit the stairs.

Kade’s fists clenched at his sides, “Stop, you’re hurting her,” he yelled, as he held his hands out ready to grab at me.

She ignored his pleas and threw me down on the ground and I scooched back towards Kade. “You are the reason my husband is dead if you never got your dumbass fucking kidnapped or taken he would still be here! You are such a selfish bitch!” She screamed at me, each word she came closer.

“With all due respect, ma’am, you were not there, so you should not be yelling at her like that.” Kade tried to defend in my honor.

“Shut up!” My mother yelled at him.

She looked back at me and slapped the shit out of me, similar to the slap Isabelle gave me earlier. I grew angry and got right back up to smack her back. Her head flew to the side.

“You do not get to disrespect me when you weren’t there to see, hear, or feel the pain I was in. I have to live with scars for the rest of my life, and while you were here, spending money, not paying attention to your other children, I was getting whippings almost three times a day. I was getting shocked with a collar almost every hour if I tried to sleep,” I growled back at her, “So don’t act as your care now,” I said, sarcasm dripping from every word. “You now have half an hour to get your shit out of this fucking house because your name is off the lease.”

She walked upstairs and in less than the time I gave her, she walked straight out of the door. I walked over to Kade and threw my arms around his neck.

“Thank you for your help and remember, don’t beat yourself up about it. You did what you could. See you another time.” I said as I directed him out of the door.

I walked up to my room after closing and locking the door and get straight to bed.

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Present Day

I woke up in a cold sweat. I’ve had the same dream for the past 5 & 1/2 years straight every single night of the week. It’s the nightmare of the day my dad died trying to save me from torture. I’ve never appreciated Kade more in all 22 years of my life than that day. My father’s lifeless eyes haunt me in my sleep and I can’t help but feel guilty for leaving him like that no matter if I died or not. In the end, it doesn’t matter if I died or not, because family always comes first. That’s the Guns & Roses motto.