New Girl - Part 12

"I'm being serious, you don't deserve to live after what you did then, and what you are now doing. You will pay one day." Lewis shouted with powerful anger.
Another loud slapping noise, shortly followed by a yelp of pain. I was watching Harry. From what I could see in the dim light his face was showing utter horror. I could feel my heart pumping so fast, pounding in my chest.
"what's she doing to him? Please stop her!" I whispered fiercely.
Florence whimpered, "I'm so cold, I - I can't stop shivering." Harry looked down at her briefly and unzipped his jacket. He laid it across her and then looked at me.
"she's whipping him." he said gravely.
"please stop her! I'm begging you!" I pleaded. Harry simply nodded and stepped out from the pillar.
"I think we should leave now. Were all done here, or if not I'll finish up, you better get home before your parents start to question." I heard Harry's gruff voice. I was trying to imagine what face Sarah was currently pulling.
"fine. Whatever. Don't forget to gag them, and can you finish feeding my boys?" Sarah sounded harsh, as I heard her footsteps getting more and more quiet until they were silenced.
"Abby?" Florence whispered
"yeah" I turned my head to face her
"I don't feel too good... I have a really bad headache, my vision keeps going all blurry and I have really bad chest pains" she met me eyes, she still looked really pale.
"it's okay, we're going to be okay, we'll make it through this." I tried to reassure her, making my voice project strong and confidently but gently at the same time. I was actually genuinely worried for her life.
"try to get some more sleep, you can lie on me again if you like, even though it will mean lying on one of your arms." she nodded slightly but didn't move. I heard footsteps coming towards us again, and Harry appeared. Okay, I'm sorry but I have to gag you guys again, I'll do them looser, but I can't not put them on. I'm sorry" there was no point in trying to fight anymore.
"...okay, but I think Florence is sick, she'll need something for it" I looked up at him, explained her symptoms before I opened my mouth just enough for him to put the cloth in. He tied it so that it was still pulling my mouth and cheeks back so that I could talk, but he didn't tie it so tight it would be painful to move even my jaw like Sarah had. He did the same for Florence and told her she could keep his jacket, as he wrapped it around her shoulders and zipped it up a little to keep it here. Then he left. I had more energy after the crackers, which I was still curious about. Why were we given them?
I leant back against the pillar and began fumbling with my hands again. I continued to wriggle and fidget them even when I could feel my wet stuff dripping down my fingers. Maybe the blood would make it so I could just slide my hands through? I tried pulling and twisting, but only caused the flow of blood and shooting pains to increase. It was no use.
I wondered if I would be able to slide around the pillar. I was round afterall, and I could use my legs to push me round. Then I'd be able to see the guys. I nudged Florence with my head and demonstrated my plan. I was only able to move about a centimetre but it was something. It would keep me occupied for a while, and Florence would also be able to shuffle around after me.
I brought my feet in towards my body so that my knees were bent, lifted my bum of the floor and pushed myself to the side, making a couple more centimetres. The pains shooting up my arms from my wrist increased every time I repeated the motion. I continued to push myself round until I found myself looking down onto a rather large pool of blood on the floor. My wrists were bad. Worse than I had thought. I looked up. The room was a lot larger than I imagined, it was very long, but narrow. I could just make out a door at the other end, which must be where Sarah and Harry entered and exited from. I noticed something strange about this room. There was only the one door and no windows at all. I think we're underground. That would explain why the place is so dirty and covered in grime. I scanned the room with my eyes searching for Lewis and Jack.
I wasn't able to spot them at all. Everything was merging together in the dark. I closed my eyes and waited for Florence to join me by my side. Moments passed and she still hadn't shuffled around. I twisted my head and opened my eyes looking back as much as I could to see her. It was too dark. Suddenly the room was filled with light, coming from a naked light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Florence was now visible.
She was slumped forwards. Not moving.
I spun my head forwards to see Lewis and Jack tied painfully, right near the other end of the room. Lewis turned and looked at me in surprise. His face and arms were covered in blood. I was just able to make out some deep gashes on his bare flesh, where the whip had struck him. He looked weak, not like the Lewis I had seen when we left school just a few hours ago. I looked back, hoping desperately that Florence had moved. Nothing. Jack looked over, and saw Florence's body. His face turned a slight shade of green. We were in desperate need of help now, before someone died. Then I began to shake.