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Breaking Point

The pain...the searing pain...it hurts. I could feel the blood slowly go down my stomach. Someone was screaming in the distance, it took me a moment to realize that the screaming was coming from myself. Every single cut or carve he made went deep into my body. I'm honestly surprised that I didn't pass out yet. After every cut he made he stopped and asked me the same question over and over again. "Where is the key? I know that you have it!"

I couldn't answer him anymore, the only thing that I could do was scream and wimpier. I've been here for what felt like forever, and not once has this guy left me alone. I passed out a few times so I don't exactly know how long I've been here for, but I don't have any energy left, and pretty soon I am going to bleed to death...at least this way the torture could stop and I can finally be at peace again.

What did I do to deserve this? First, a girl at my school dies, then my brother knocks me out and lets some creeps take me hostage, and now I'm spending what is most likely my final moments being cut open and yelled at by a lunatic.

A few agonizing seconds later and the door opened and a skinny woman with long straight jet black hair walked in. She looked like she was in her early 30's or late 20's, but I couldn't tell. She walked up to the table I was lying on and looked me in the eye. "My, my...someone is very stubborn. Felix, you have been here for over 4 hours and you haven't reported back to me once. Where are we at with getting the information we need out of this girl?"

The guy I now know as 'Felix' turned and looked at the woman standing by him. "I swear Jasmine, she is either good at keeping her mouth shut, an incredible actor or she doesn't know what key we're talking about. I haven't stopped once, she's passed out at least twice and she keeps saying the same thing. That she doesn't know what I'm talking about."

Finally, he's starting to understand, maybe they will finally let me go. I don't care what I said before, as soon as I'm out of here then I am going to the police. These people belong in a psych ward.

The woman who's name is apparently Jasmine turned her attention back over to me. She had a skeptical look on her face, it was like she was trying to figure out what to do with me (she probably was). "If what your saying is true and she doesn't know what you are talking about...I want you to break her."

There was a pause, "you mean to kill her right?"

No! I have to find a way out of this, I don't want to die, maybe I could talk my way out of this, or better yet lie my way out of this. I just have to force myself to stop crying long enough so I could say something.

"No, I don't want you to kill her. She's young and can be taught, not only that but I don't want to have to deal with her pain in the ass brother blabbing in my ear because I killed his sister. No, I want you to break her spirit...I want her to be able to do whatever my brother and I want whenever we want without complaints. I want her disciplined and taught so that she can never do anything without our say so."

I changed my mind, dying wouldn't be as bad as having my free will taken away. I chocked between sobs, "no! Please...kill...me...instead. I... don't... want... this..."

Jasmine put a hand on my arm and whispered in my ear "oh you poor child, soon you will understand that what you want doesn't matter in the slightest, the only thing you need to focus on is how to please me and my brother Abram. You're a little curvy...but don't worry. He likes his woman like that."

I can't let this happen, but what can I do? This girl is talking about making me her slave, and possibly a sex slave to her brother. Or worse...maybe she's into girls or incest and she will make me do a threesome with her brother, or make me watch as her and her brother have sex. I'm just a regular person and nobody knows where I am or that I'm gone. How am I going to get out of here? My parents aren't even in town for a week so they won't even know I'm gone either.

I heard the sound of an alarm in the distance, it's really loud, so it was easy for me and my bloody ears to catch. Jasmine looked downright irritated and clearly very annoyed. "Make sure you do as I say, Felix. I don't care what methods you do to do it, but I want her under my command and working for my brother and me within the next two weeks." Then she left.

Felix looked down at me with a wicked smirk on his face..." well well...the boss said I could do anything as long as I get you to submit to her and her brothers every desire. Abram likes his women to be scared and helpless...he also likes a little bit of torture. Maybe I should start with that? Get you used to the fact that your body no longer belongs to you, it belongs to Abram and me."

What is he talking about? Is he going to rape me?

As if to answer my unsaid question, Felix went to the other side of the room and grabbed a pair of scissors. He put them up against the top of my sundress and started cutting downwards. This man was going to rape me, and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

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