Chapter 53

Candice
I've always thought I had a high tolerance of pain. It's one reason why I chose to become a nurse. It never bothered me too much to see the sight of blood or a twisted arm. I've even had someone come in with their finger in a pickle jar with ice, but right now my tolerance is escaping my mind. Psych has me tied to a chair, I am straddling it from the back and my hands are tied with zip ties onto the arms of it.
There is a video camera in front of me and Jesse is smirking behind it. She looks completely fucked out of her mind. I've seen enough patients that come in just looking for her next fix, she is defiantly on cocaine. I take a deep breath and prepare for the impact of the whip hitting my flesh again. I'm sure my scrubs are drenched in blood. He's been going at it for about half an hour.
The first few minutes I refused to give into to him and bit down on my lips every time the coarse whip struck my delicate back but after he noticed what I was doing, the whipping came in harder and harder. He was finally satisfied when I started crying.
When I count to twenty in my head and still don't feel the next hit I try to turn to see what Psych is doing but I can barely lift my head. I'm too weak. My whole body feels so heavy.
I hear something drop behind me and my hope is that he is done with the whip for now. I tried to fight him off when he grabbed me to put me on the chair but that only left to a swift kick in the gut and a punch to my face. I'm completely exhausted. I look back over to Jesse who is still standing there and when I see the red light on the video camera turn off, I figure they are finally taking a break.
Psych walks over to Jesse, his fist is still a little bloody and my guess is it's my teeth that managed to cut him. I can't help a small smile at the fact that he is hurt from me.
"Fuck baby, that was so hot. I'm so turned on by you right now." Jesse says in a whiny little voice. Do men really think that's hot? She sounds like a fucking squirrel.
I lay my head back down when they start making out and close my eyes. I'm starving, my body is killing me, and I really need some water. I thank god I don't have to go to the restroom. Something tells me these two aren't necessarily taking requests. I feel someone else join the room and lift my head a small fraction to see Melissa's wild curls come into my view. I hate her for bringing me here, but I can't help but notice she looks completely frightened of her brother. She places a bowl of water right below my mouth and I look up to her for confirmation. When I receive a small nod I take hefty sips until I can't possibly swallow anymore. Suddenly the bowl is ripped form her hands and flown to the ground.
"The fuck you doing Mel? If I wanted her to have some water I would fucking drown the bitch. Get your ass back in the kitchen." Psych yells. Melissa stands her ground and starts yelling back at him.
"Fuck you Aaron. It was just supposed to be the two of us and here you are fucking that little whore that goes around sucking everybody off." Melissa yells and points towards Jesse.
Jesse gets in her face and they immediately starts arguing with each other. Psych tries to get in between them and when they start fighting each other, Jesse is thrown over in my direction and collapses into the chair. That causes me to fall over and the chair breaks. I cry out in agony as the pain radiates all over my back. I roll around until the pain subsides a little, and that's when I notice my purse on the ground next to the door. I look over to Melissa who is now fighting with Psych. She gives me a hard stare then points to my purse on the ground.
"Go!" She screams just as Psych punches her in the face.
I use all of my adrenaline to stand and run as fast as I can straight towards my purse. I grab the purse and unlock the door but before I can open it I am kicked from behind. I run into the door face first and my nose explodes in blood. I lie on the ground crying out in pain and see a glimpse of Psych sanding over me. I don't see Jesse and I don't see Melissa. I can feel myself blacking out as black spots cloud my vision.
Just as Psych is about to grab a hold of me I hear what sounds like bikes pulling up. Psych runs over to Jesse, who is bleeding from her head, and helps her up. I catch a glimpse of Melissa lying unconscious on the ground near the kitchen and when I look back over to Psych he and Jesse are peaking out of the holes on the boarded-up windows.
"Shit, the Warriors are fucking here. How the fuck did they know where we were?" Psych says hysterically.
He grabs at Jesse and starts shaking her wildly.
"The fuck did you do Jesse?"
"Fuck you, I didn't do nothing asshole. The house is under my name, I told you that we needed to do this somewhere else."
"Shut the fuck up about that already. Go get the guns from the room." Jesse disappears into what I assume is the bedroom and when she reappears she is carrying two guns.
I don't know much about guns, but these are both on the big side. They are long and look extremely dangerous. A few more bikes pull up, the sound of all their engines bellowing is almost defining. My breathing is getting more haggard. I know I am on the verge of passing out and the only thing stopping me is my adrenaline of knowing Austin is right outside with people loading up guns to fire at him.
"Aim at Austin babe. If we go down, at least that fucker is going down with us." Psych whispers to Jesse.
Neither look afraid or unsure and that alone is making me panic. I know I need to do something to alert Austin and the others that people are on this side of the house getting ready to fire at them. I hear the sound of boots walking up the few steps that lead to the house, so I scream out.
"Austin they have guns, get away from the door."
Psych runs over and punches me in the face one last time and I am finally met with darkness.