Sucky Recap Alert: Currently, there are only 2 people who know about Fayth's secret, Anthony and Taylor. Lexis, who'd finally gotten out of another of his dad arranged marriage schemes with Armstrong Next, is scheduled for a social dinner between him and Fayth the following Sunday. Charles is unhappy with Lexis since he'd figured out his underlying feelings for Fayth. Kurt, who has an unknown interest in Fayth, challenged Lexis once that he was going to get the truth out of her first. And now, they are going on a date that could take turns down any given alley. 

Fayth began to slowly regain her consciousness. It felt as if her head weighed a ton, and a nauseating feeling in her stomach made her want to vomit. She looked around at the well-lit room she was in. High celling, concrete walls, cement flooring.

The last memory she suddenly had made her jerk into a more attentive position. She looked around for Kurt.

She will never forget the look he had on his face. The expression that haunted her for a second before he stabbed her with that needle, injecting whatever it had into her.

She looked down at her body. She was sitting on a wooden stool with a handle on two sides of it.

Kurt made his way in through the opening, his steps a bit disheveled, his face flushed.

"You were wrong." He said, the childish sweet smile was there on his face, making Fayth feel something else despite the situation.

"What?" Her voice was shallow, drunk on disbelief.

Her hands were tied to the handles of the stool.

"You were wrong. You're not the only person I talk to."

Her upper thighs were tied down to the stool's top.

"I also talk to Lexis."

Her legs were tied securely to the stool's legs.

She let out a breath. She was confused. What's happening? Am I dreaming? Has the nightmares changed to this–this nightmare? But Kurt is sweet... Why would I...?

"And yes, you two are the only ones I've talked to so far. I don't even speak to my own mother."

She looked down again at her body. I feel weird.

It was a lot stronger than what Summer had once drugged her with. This was something else. This controlled everything about her till she felt like she was sleep walking.

Or in this case, sitting. In her underwear.

Where are my clothes?

She felt as light as a feather, as empty as nothings.

He made his way to the stool across from her and sat down. "How do you feel?" He asked.

She looked up at him, and he looked into the lost eyes that stared back into his.

What's going on...

He waited for her to answer, but when a minute passed, he shrugged. "I'll do the talking then."

He stood up and walked over to a storage cabinet. He opened it up and pulled out a long wire. He began manipulating it slowly, every so often cracking his neck and looking over at Fayth.

Kurt is nice Fayth, what's wrong with you... stop dreaming this.

"I'll tell you a story. Maybe it'll help you feel more comfortable. More... aware."

The wire in his hand was thick enough that it wouldn't get manipulated easily without pliers. He used one to twist the end of the wire into multiple well bound wrist size loops.

"When I was a kid, I had this severe fear of thunder. I mean it when I say severe. I'd become petrified. I wouldn't be able to move. I'd start crying immediately, shaking with fear. I'd be a afraid that if I opened my door, it would sneak in somehow. That if I'd gotten out from under my blanket, it would strike me.

"Then all of the sudden, I would be hugged from both sides by my parents. My TV would be on, some cartoon show playing with the volume as loud as it can go. They'd be laughing with me, tickling me, and would try their best to take my mind off of it. That's all I remember of my childhood. Those good moment."

What's going on... What's going on... Fayth! Wake up!

He looked over at her, the confusion in her eyes making him smile again. "What's my goal here tonight you wonder?" He sighed and put the pliers back. He was facing away from her, his face hidden. "That's easy." He shrugged. "I just want to hear you scream as loud as I heard him scream that night. If you can let me do that, then job well done.

He didn't turn around. She couldn't see his expression.

"I was seven. In this very warehouse when it happened." His voice suddenly changed. It was a mixture of anger and hurt.

What is he saying... What's happening here?

His back still to her, he began walking and pointing. "Here were six men, kneeling on their knees while they watched with horror." It was like he was making an imaginary stage in front of Fayth to see. "And here stood powerful, rich... monsters." He pointed at both sides of the large room. "Watching, not fazed whatsoever." He walked to one side of the wall, where a table stood. "And here, right under this table, I sat. Watching. Crying. Shaking. Vomiting. Falling into a million pieces, feeling violated. And no one cared." He stopped there, looking under the table as his eyes became glazed, lost in a memory. "Not one person gave a damn about the seven-year-old kid watching his dad's head get decapitated."

He suddenly turned around and jolted towards Fayth. "And then, like a miracle. There you were, by the door, standing with Lexis. Hope, wishful thinking, call it whatever you want, but my savior had come. You were going to scream at them. At whoever your dad was, and you were going to save mines. Both you and Lexis could have done that. You could have saved him that night, but you didn't. You left."

His face had completely changed. His eyes were now opened wide with anger and his nose flared.

He pulled off his belt and folded it once. "Why did you leave, huh? Why?!"

The first whip made Fayth scream out in pain as it sliced the skin across her back and arm.

I'm awake.

And suddenly, she remembered. Remembered the details of that night, the things she refused to look over after she had left the horror show. This warehouse. The men. The little boy under the table, whimpering, with tears sprawled across his face as he hugged his knees.

As he begged with his eyes.

She looked up at him now, realizing that she had always known him, but had simply suppressed the memories that had anything to do with that night.

She remembered. A long smile appeared on his lips that defined the core of pure evil.

She began to wiggle out of the ropes, trying her best to undo the ones around her wrists. Instead, she felt weird. Felt high.

"You're more drugged than I am. Even if I let you loose, you'd still be a stack of limp laying there, motionless."

He walked around her, straightening the belt in between his hands. "How did you live your life?"

Another whip sent her to scream out in pain. The cold sharpness of it digging and cutting into her skin.

"You don't want to know how I lived mines." He stated, whipping her again across her back.

She let out another scream. Her breathing became battered as she tried to hold herself back from feeling the pain.

"Stop." She whimpered, her voice shaking as tears made their way down her cheeks. "It wasn't my fault."

He stood in front of her and stared at her begging eyes with a slightly tilted head. She saw it. Saw the emptiness in his eyes. He didn't care. He was dead. He was empty. He was drunk and angry.

He didn't care.

He began caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. "I don't hate you." He said. "I just hate your dad. The rich, powerful monster from that night." He pointed at a video camera placed on a shelf in the room. "I'm going to send him this."

"He's dead." She quickly argued. "He passed away!"

This caught Kurt off guard. "What?"

"He passed away six months. Car crash."

"You're lying."

She pursed her lips. She couldn't argue further. She couldn't tell him who she really was, couldn't give him her family name. She couldn't risk her identity being known to him of all people. He might go after Vincent after this. He might send that video to Vincent... and she couldn't bear...

"Liar!" He exclaimed.

The whips after that came faster, harder, sharper and more painful than ever. She felt trickles of blood go down her arm and back, and her screams filled up the space around them.

But too much was said already, and the doors to her memories were opened again. Her head fell forward, and as the whips continued, her screams were muffled down to silent cries.

Yes, keep going. Hurt me. Take it all out on me. I deserve this.

At one point, she lost consciousness for a few seconds, and when she came back, the numb pain was electrified again, and it overtook all her sense.

Her screams resumed.

Then she remembered.

Remembered till they were muffled again, and she accepted the lashes until she was broken, empty, and numb from the inside.

KEEP GOING! DON'T STOP! Hit me. Beat me. Drag me to my worth...

With his drunken state and aggressive motions, Kurt tripped and fell to the ground. He laid on his back and tried to catch his breath.

Moments later, he stood to his feet and made his way back to the cabinet. He put the pliers in his pocket and brought the wire, then hung the thick wrist sized loop he made on a hook that was suspended from the celling.

Then measuring the other end to Fayth, he bent a noose around her neck.

"This is good wire." He said as he used the pliers to twist the end around the other part of it behind her neck. "It'll cut right through your skin. Slow, but it'll eventually get the job done."

Sweat secreted out of Fayth's skin in pools. From everywhere. Her body shivered violently. Her heart began to palpitate. And her entire mind shook as she began to have her first severe anxiety attack in months.

"No. No. No." She repeated, petrified in her pain.

Hold your breath. Kill yourself before you go through with it.

"Don't worry. It'll only hurt for an hour at most before you're dead. Doesn't that sound so nice? You get to hurt for only that much, when my dad had to hurt for at least six hours. If you could only imagine the things they did to him."

She tried to hold her breath, purse her lips, tighten her throat, shut her eyes, but her shakes and nerves would bring her back, unlatching everything.

Her attempts didn't end, but the most they did was kick her unconscious for seconds before she was back.

And her pain would be pronounced all over again.

Outside the warehouse, Anthony made his way out of the back of the SUV. He had snuck in there at the Academy, deciding to tag along and make sure that everything wasn't as troubled as Lexis had made it seem that day. It was strangely quiet on the ride to here, with only that song playing over and over again, even now, it blared from the speakers.

When they had reached their destination, he wasn't sure if they actually reached wherever they were supposed to go.

Fayth was quiet.

Kurt had left and come back a few times.

And Anthony presumed that she had fallen asleep. That this wasn't their destination, just a stop before they would continue back on the road.

But, it had been about fifteen minutes now since the last time Kurt had come back, and as Anthony peeked up front, he realized that Fayth wasn't there.

He made his way above the grass, to the lit doorway of the warehouse. Now, looking at the surroundings, his chest tightened and he felt like maybe something was wrong.

That maybe behind these walls something was happening that he wasn't supposed to be a part of.  

As Deadpool had once made clear: "Did I say this was a love story? It's a horror movie."

No, not really, but it has its dark parts. 

And no, its not completely dark. I don't know why, but I'm the kind of writer that ends up covering many genres in one book. Its why I have such a hard time choosing JUST ONE genre for F.A.I.T.H. on Wattpad. It could basically fit into 80% of them.

 I want to gift a person a banana with a 'Let's Never Split' written on it in sharpie. Like omg. I saw it and I was like I need to do this at least once very soon.