“Do you think they’ve found other people?” Skye asked.
“I don’t know.”
“I feel so guilty,” she said.
He turned toward her. “Why?”
“Because, if they have new people, they leave us alone.” She looked so heartbroken. “How could I be happy about that? About someone going through this?”
“It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not. I’m a horrible person.”
“You’re not.” He wasn’t going to have her thinking badly about herself. “They’re going to come for us soon enough, Skye. This isn’t over.”
“What do you think they’ve got for us?”
“I don’t even want to guess at this point.”
“That bad?”
“Haven’t you noticed it’s always bad?” he asked.
“Yeah, I did.”
“Then we both know it’s going to get worse.” He held her hand a little tighter as he spoke up.
He hated being the bearer of bad news, but there was nothing else he could say to hide the fact their lives were royally fucked.
Of course, he wasn’t wrong.
They hadn’t forgotten about them, and as they were once again taken, Skye got slapped across the face, and he, well, he got a bat to his stomach. Good times. They were dragged once again down the long, stinking hallway.
He wondered how many people lived this.
Did they all die?
Was that the point of all this? A rich man and woman got to decide what happened to them, before dealing the death blow.
Once again, they were inside a room. He was forced into chains, and having anyone touch him sickened him.
Accent guy, whom he now knew as Mitch, smirked at him.
There were several women chained up, in a circle, spread open across the table. They were naked, like Skye.
He didn’t fight as they chained him to the wall. His gaze was on Skye.
Some of the men in the room were vaguely familiar to him. Dave was chained right next to him, only he was covered in more bruises, and looked vacant.
“Hey, man,” he said.
Dave turned his head and recognition flickered across his face. “Hey … tall guy.”
“It’s Noah.”
“Noah, hey, dude, what’s happening?”
“What happened to you?” Noah asked.