Tuesday afternoon, 12:02 P.M…

I was lounging on the couch, trying to entertain myself but not allowed to touch anything. I didn’t want to get punished but I was soooo bored!

We had stopped in a small town. Oli, Lee, and Matt had left to get supplies while Matty and Jordan were stuck watching me. Over and over in my head were scenes of escape that played like a broken movie.

None of them would come true, and this I had known for the past few days.

I hadn’t spoken much, even with the fact I couldn’t really speak anyways. I wasn’t allowed to and it made me mad. But, I had learned.

In my muteness, I had become observant. I had seen that the boys were trying to find any niche in my defense. Anything they could use against me would become their next deadly weapon. They would take anything and make it my weakness. If I so much as whimpered when they pinched my arm, they would take it as a hole in my brick wall.

Needless to say, I had bruises from every time that they attacked my arms when I disobeyed an order. It was all from that one time that I had whimpered in pain…

Jordan was sending some emails. I think they were to potential clients, but I didn’t know. If I asked, I would probably be adding to my collection of bruises and fingernail indents.

Matty was kicking his feet up on the dashboard of the driver’s seat. I think he was trying to bask in some spare lights of sun. I just saw part of his elbow and guess what he was doing from the heavy breathing and slumped posture.

Jordan looked up to me as I peered through a curtain. Cars passed by on the main road of the nameless town. I envied their freedom. I envied them all…

“Rory, stop being so nosy.” He spoke. My hand tensed up as I glared. He couldn’t see my deep frown, so I turned around and let him have full view of it. This was literally the only thing I could do to entertain myself, so why did he have to be such an ass chip about it?

And yes, I did just say ass chip.

“No.” I stated simply. Jordan snarled. I took pleasure in his disgust. It made a rush of adrenaline pump through me as I directly refused his statement. I loved this seed of rebellion!

“What did you say?” He growled, hoping to intimidate me. I smiled a little as I responded.

“No.” He stood up in frustration as I silently praised myself for my act of disobedience. Jordan came over and grasped my collar before I had time to react. Leaping up, I scrambled away from a well-aimed slap. He jerked the collar back, making me choke. Both hands flew up to the metal chain.

“STOP, BITCH!” He growled. I fought back.

For once, I did it.

I fought back.

“SHUT UP!” I screamed. His hand wrapped around my throat, instantly making me freeze. I felt that weird prickling sensation as he touched that sensitive spot on my back. Without warning, I fell silent and crumpled as he dragged his hand over my neck and down my back.

Why did I stop? Why didn’t I keep fighting?

Because I knew that whenever he did that, I would be beaten. If he did that, I would be punished. Oli always would rake his nails down my back to leave angry red lines. I don’t think they ever realized that before, but my mind instantly went into a full panic attack when that happened.

Jordan stood over me in triumph as I curled onto the floor, head in my hands as I prepared for the blow. Matty scrambled from the driver’s seat.

“What happened!?” He asked in a panic. Jordan kicked my back, making me yelp.

“I think we just found out something about our little Kitten….”

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