**** song : The Way Back by the group One Ok Rock
I'm snatched

Recap for anyone who skipped the last chapter due to the torture: Sin was left tied to the ceiling by her hands. This chapter will have a brief mention of previous torture, but it should be safe for reading. ****

When I came to, the first thing I noticed was the deep throb in my ankles, connecting to my numb feet; then the harsh pain in my wrists. The ropes rubbed against my raw skin, and fresh blood was still lightly sliding down my arms, causing chilled shivers.

I was worried that I would lose my feet; I couldn't feel them, and I wondered how much longer I'd have to hang here.

Focus, you need to get out of here.

Looking up, I noticed that the rope was pretty nicely tied; I couldn't break it.

But, if I could swing hard enough, I could force the rope over the hook. I would probably be loud when I hit the floor, so I needed to get out as soon as I hit the floor.

Ignoring my body's pained cries of protest, I started to lightly rock my body, trying to swing.

I don't even know if I could walk.

I'd have to.

I hissed lightly as my thumbs brushed against the hook; they were still sore from B-Free's first information extraction tactic.

The clamps had been so tight, but I refused to tell him about Bangtan, even as he tightened more and more.

He had gotten impatient. When he took off the clamps, I knew I was in trouble; when he took out the hammer, I knew I was right.

I'm positive that both of them are broken.

I barely had the energy to hold my head up; it lolled around, resting on my tense arm, and falling forward to my chest.

How was I supposed to escape?

This wasn't going to work.

Still, I had to try! I wasn't just going to wait around for B-Free to come back for more 'games'.

There was the whisper of footsteps behind me, and I jolted, scared, as I was unable to move my head to look back to see who it was.

"Well shit, and I thought our first meeting was bad."

I couldn't put into words the relief that shot through my spine as I heard the familiar voice.

"You guys wanna give me a hand?"

They walked to my front, and I grinned at the red haired boy.

He turned to his taller friend, smacking his arm.

"What are you waiting for? Lift me up so I can cut her down."

"Why don't you stand on a chair?"

"Because you're taller than a chair, idiot."

"Still waiting guys, whatever you decide, do it quick, because he's coming back soon."

He never left me alone for long. It was sweet, how he made so much time dedicated to being around me. He really shouldn't have.

The taller boy muttered complaints, but still, he struggled to lift the red boy.

"Come on, don't be a baby."

And the red boy managed to make his way up to the others shoulders.

I heard the click of a blade opening, and I resisted the urge to flinch.

God damn B-Free, I'm gonna be fucked from this.

And then I wasn't being held anymore; I fell to the ground with a painful thud, pain shuddering through my tailbone as my legs gave out and I landed on my ass.

Shit, that was too loud.

I turned to the red boy, quickly snatching his knife before motioning for them to hide behind the desk of torture instruments.

I laid back on the floor, holding my breath as I hide the knife between my hands, covering the tip with my fingertips.

The door creaked open, and brisk footsteps rushed towards me.

I kept my eyes shut as loosely as possible; if I clenched them, he would notice.

"What the hell?"

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I shot up, opening my eyes and jamming my hands upwards.

His mouth was open, so I could see the knife as it broke through the roof of his mouth. The hilt jammed against his chin, and I winced as my thumbs started throbbing from the impact.

Something warm was dripping down my fingers, slipping down to my hand before creeping down my wrist.

His blood was on me.

I quickly snatched my hands away.

His face still showed shock as I let go of the knife, letting him fall to the floor stiffly.

He was dead.

I just killed him.

I just killed someone!

I could feel my heartbeat increase rapidly.

"Damn, I wanted to have some fun with him first...."

My voice sounded foreign to my ears; even as I said it, the terror set it.

I just killed a man. I took someone's life.

I was freaking out inside, but I remained frozen, staring at him.

What used to be B-Free, now a limp mass of flesh on the floor, blood pooling around him, his face preserved in the expression of confusion, his eyes already turning glassy.

I could feel his blood on my hands.

I frantically wiped my hands on my pants, mixing his blood with mine as I heard myself start to hyperventilate.

I weakly scooted away from him, my shins screaming with every movement.

"Holy shit." Someone whispered under their breath as I winced away from hands grabbing my shoulders.

"Hey, you come with us, okay? We'll take care of you while you get better."

I couldn't tear my eyes away from B-Free's body, but I allowed them to lift me up and help me out of the window.