Chapter 19 In the Cell With the Rats Of Course.

Quensilla's POV

He ripped at my shirt and I cried, screaming.

"Oh for the Lord's sake be quiet!" He yells rolling his eyes and I clamp mine shut as he uses another piece of rope to tie my hands.

"No!" I scream trying to move and he punches me. I see slight stars and I gasp as his hands slowly make contact with my neck, squeezing.

I couldn't claw at his hands.

Or fight back.

I could only lay there and let him kill me.

And I was terrified.

"Don't you girls like this kind of thing? What? You don't wanna call me daddy? That's okay." I just continue to lose control as his hands tighten around my neck. "I don't know why but I just love these kinds of things... .the thrill."

"You were really-"

Air rushes into my lungs and I gasp even more, happy to find oxygen.

"Oh my gosh! Quensilla!" Lauren rushes towards me, taking off her cardigan and slipping it onto me.

I've brought Lauren here, sure. She was my best friend, and boy am I happy that I did.