I woke up in a different room. Where now? I raised my head up slowly, a pounding pain was at the back of my head. I took in a deep breath but choked and coughed. Metallic liquid filled my mouth and I spit it out towards the side. Blood. The lights were already on, bright as day. I tried moving another part of my body. No use.

Instead of being changed this time. I was completely pressed up against the wall. Metal cuffs bounded me to the wall in three different spots on each arm. One near my shoulder, one at my elbow, and one at my wrist. I tried flexing my fingers. They moved. So I'm not drugged but restrained now? I looked down and saw that there was a cuff around my waist and two cuffs around each of my legs.

I sighed and tried moving my toes. They moved. My head dropped forward until my chin rested awkwardly on my chest. That escape attempt was a failure. I reached back into my memories of the night. How long was I out for? I clenched my hands into fists. Am I really that easy to read?

"Oh good you're awake." My head snapped up immediately and turned towards the source of the voice, ignoring the increasingly painful pounding in my head. Dillon at the entrance with a smirk. My eyes immediately looked around him. No knives?

"No torture today." He said as he crossed the room towards the center of the wall opposite of me. I bit down on my tongue as I furrowed my eyebrows into a frown, he could tell what I was thinking. Would it be enough if I try to suppress my facial expressions?

"Well not physical torture anyways." Dillon continued as he plastered his hand onto the wall. A bright blue light spread from his hand and created a strange zig zag pattern, as if creating a spider web. The blue lines stopped at an imaginary edge, creating a rectangular shape. What's this?

The rectangle covered with blue light silently moved forward and outwards before moving so that it stayed right above of its original position. A screen behind the wall moved forwards. It took up about half of the wall in front of me. What is he planning. I narrowed my eyes and leaned forward as much as I could.

Shooting another evil smirk in my direction, Dillon turned on the screen. It looked like the room I was in before. And in the center of it all was... Hugh!

I jolted forwards only to be pulled back by my restraints. His face and other parts of his skin was caked with blood, his clothes were soaked by the ruby liquid and his left arm and leg twitched slightly in awkward and strange positions as he lay on the floor. They broke his arm and leg. What else have they done to them.

I struggled against my restraints, thrashing forwards. "What are you going to do?"

"Hmm?" Dillon murmured as he leaned on the wall to the side of the screen. "Not much. Just some entertainment."

Someone else walked into the room. It was one of the two boys that followed Dillon around everywhere even when we were in school. The crack of a whip sounded and Hugh cried out. I screamed in rage. Thrashing as much as I could and pushed against the restraints, with the intent of escaping. "Stop!" I screamed in frustration when I couldn't break free.

Dillon gave a loud sigh of content, "Now this is much better entertainment. Why didn't I think of this earlier?" He pressed his hand up against the wall again and blocks from the wall rearranged itself to form a seat. Dillon sat down and crossed his legs, leaning backwards. "If only I had popcorn."

"How dare you!" I shrieked with rage. "STOP!" I screamed until my throat felt like sandpaper rubbing against each other and my breathing was so fast I was almost hyperventilating. I had to watch Hugh get beat up over and over and over again. I could feel bruises forming on places where the cuffs held me but it was only an insignificant detail to the pain that is being dealt to Hugh. I stopped thrashing at one point. But I don't remember when. I just stared helplessly at the screen, watching my friend get tortured.

By the time Dillon had left the room, I had my head bowed over and my hair draped over my face. Tears welled up in my eyes and a few stray tears streaked down. This was all my fault. I'm useless. I can't do anything. If I try to escape they'll just catch me again. This was all... my fault... Hugh, I'm so sorry...

I released the tension in my muscles and just let the cuffs support me. Dillon had left the screen on so I could still see Hugh writhing in pain.

I never want to see anyone being hurt and tortured and have to go through my experiences.

At least, that's what I had always thought in my mind. That I could take on all abuse as long as I can make sure no one gets hurt the same way I did. A noble quest but a very unrealistic one. Here I am. Watching a friend go through torture and not being able to do anything about it.

I hit my head against the wall behind me. Maybe if I could find a way to stop showing emotions on my face or someway to stop others from predicting my thoughts... maybe then I'll be able to do something about this. I fell back into the darkness, with the image of Hugh's blood-soaked body imbedded in my brain. I need to do something. But what?

I woke up to a strange pulsing in my legs. Did they tighten the cuffs while I was asleep? I tried wiggling my toes. I saw them move. But I couldn't feel them move. The cuffs are starting to restrict my blood flow. I grimaced and looked up. The screen was still on. Nobody has come to deal with Hugh's wounds. Are they starting to kill us then?

I watched as the same person from last time came back into the room and continued the torture. I continued to watch in silence. I can't just give up. I need to get Hugh to medical attention. I have to do something about this. I watched the whip create another line of sparkling scarlet blood across Hugh's legs. I'll do anything. My emotions. That's going to drag me down. I'll have to hide them. But how?

Hugh's limbs twitched sporadically, even after the torturer had left the room. It was the only sign I used to tell whether he was still alive. Come on, Hugh. This wouldn't be enough to kill you. Right? Hugh stopped twitching.

Something snapped inside of me. As if a lock was snapped shut with a loud click to signify it had been locked. I'll do anything to protect my friends.

I pretended to sleep. As I expected, someone came into the room. What I didn't expect was that they came into the room pushing a cart. I peeled my eyes open slightly so I could see who it was. I don't recognize him. A new member?

He stopped in front of me and pressed his hand against the wall next to my legs. Through the walls, I feel a buzzing from the system as it got to work. With a loud clank, the metal cuffs that held my legs to the wall fell onto the floor. Magnets? I let the blood rush through my legs.

I waited until he moved right in front of me before I moved. I swung my legs together and smashed him sideways into the wall. I grabbed hold of his shirt with my feet and then banged his head against the wall again. He fell unconscious. I tsked. That didn't take much.

I grabbed onto his arm with my feet and twisted the parts of my body that could move into strange positions to plaster his hand onto the wall. The cuff at my waist was released from the magnetic hold against the wall. Growling in frustration, I slammed his hand against the wall again. My arms finally came free.

With the restraints gone, I fell to the ground. The impact shot a jolt of pins up my leg. I stretched out to get used to moving again. I moved towards the screen and tapped it. An options menu appeared at the bottom of the screen. I clicked on a bluetooth icon. One phone showed up. I tapped it with no hesitation. Now connected to whoever's phone it is, I tapped on a message icon and sent a message to Lindsey before exiting out.

"Kidnapped by Dillon. Send help."

A loud alarm started to blast out of the speakers. They must have people watching and they know that I escaped. A click was click amidst the blaring noise of alarms and I ran to the door and pushed and pulled. Locked.

I looked around the room. Air vents. There was one at the top of wall where the screen was. I ran as fast as my legs would allow and jumped in front of the screen. I managed to grab a hold onto the top edge of the screen. I grunted as I pulled myself up.

When I managed to stabilize myself slightly, I stretched my arms out and jumped slightly to grab hold of the top edge of the piece of the wall that had removed itself for the screen. I pulled myself up onto that as well. I paused to catch my breath.

I stood up slowly, the edge digging into the bottom of my foot. My fingers gripped onto the gridded entrance to the air vents before pulling it out and tossing it to the ground. Jumping slightly again, I pulled myself up into the air vents. I coughed as the dust reached my nose. Hold on, Hugh.

I crawled through the vents, keeping the noise I made to a minimum. The vents only went in one direction so I just followed it. Whenever I reached another vent exit, I would peek through to see which room it lead to.

Hugh! I finally found the room where Hugh was and I pushed at the door to the air vents. Moving slightly, I jumped out feet first and landed with another jolt of pain racing up my legs. You'd think I'd be used to this by now.

I rushed over to Hugh, dropping down to my knees. "Hugh!" I shook him. No response. I pressed my head onto his chest, looking for a heartbeat. There was one albeit faint. It's fine. He isn't dead yet.

The door to this room croaked open and Dillon and the rest of his syndicate stood behind the door. I stayed where I was, keeping a watchful eye on them. One of the girls were holding a sword. I could use that.

When all of them stepped into the room, I jumped up and pounced at the blonde girl with the sword, wrestling out of her hands before bouncing back over to Hugh. Dillon only stood there with a relaxed stance.

I growled and unsheathed the sword. I have never used a sword before. But they don't know that. I held onto the hilt tightly before running towards Dillon, swinging wildly at him and anyone else that tried to approach me.

I felt cold metal against my leg and then the warmth of my blood. I collapsed onto my knees, stifling a scream. Someone threw a knife into my leg. Someone approached me and I stabbed the sword through their leg in return. Whoever it was screamed bloody murder.

Everything was a blur. Adrenaline pulsed through me and the pounding in the back of my head intensified. A punch was delivered to my face, knocking me backwards. I pulled the knife out of my leg and threw it at a random person. I heard a satisfying scream filled with swear words.

"Why you little." Came Dillon's voice. Or at least what I think was Dillon's voice. My surroundings were starting to blend together and only adrenaline kept my moving.

"Stop this at once!"

As if in slow motion, I turned to look at the person who said that. Mrs. Miller stood at the doorway with a horrified expression, Vanessa, Max and Kyle standing behind her.

Adrenaline finally stopped running through my system and I felt myself falling to the ground. Exhaustion and pain finally catching up to me. I smirked as my vision returned to black.

Game over, Dillon.