BPOV

I could feel my body shiver as I curled up in the corner of the room I was locked in. My body was aching from the cuts and bruises that were covering me. I heard a noise and snapped my head up as the door of the room got thrown open. I looked over and saw the men coming for me again. They came in and grabbed my arms and dragged me out of the room and into the small wooden shack. They threw me into the chair and tied me to it again. This isn't the first time they have done this.

"Are you ready to talk?" asked the tall, dark haired man. I just stared at him.

"She's a stubborn child," said a man I hadn't heard before. I looked past the men standing in front of me and saw an older man with long black hair and black eyes staring at me. "My dear, we don't want to hurt you but we need to know where he is."

I just sat there and stared at him. He sighed and nodded his head at the men in front of me. They just chuckled and looked back at me. The first man came over and backhanded me causing my chair to fly back to the ground. My head fell back and slammed to the ground with a loud crack. I stifled my scream as my head was filled with pain.

They second man pulled me back up and ran his hand onto the back of my head and pressed down on my newest wound. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out. He moved his hand around and ripped my shirt open, exposing my breasts to them. The second man came over with a whip in his hand. He reared back and struck me with the whip.

"AAAAAHHHH!" I screamed as I felt my skin tear.

"Do you feel compelled to talk now?" asked the older man. I just shut my mouth and glared at him. He got up and came over to me. He knelt in front of me. He ran his hand down the cut across my chest. I winced but didn't say anything. "My dear, you have proven to be tougher than most men in your position. Do yourself a favor and tell me where he is so I can let you go. I don't want to hurt you."

"Go to hell," I muttered through my teeth.

He just sighed and moved away from me. He nodded at the two men. The first man pulled me off the chair and hooked my bound hands over a hook on the ceiling. I was barely able to touch the ground with my feet, which were also bound. He cut my shirt off while the second man came around to my back. I just closed my eyes as he started whipping me.

Over and over he struck me with his whip but I kept my screams locked inside of my head. I couldn't let them win. I couldn't let them beat me. I had to hold on until they came for me. I knew they would come for me. I knew he would come for me. He promised to protect me.

"That's enough," said the older man. He came around and stood in front of me. "Why go through all of this? All you have to do is tell me where he is."

I just stared at him. He sighed and moved away for a moment. He came back over and offered me a bottle of water.

"Would you like a drink of water?" he asked. I just ignored him. "You don't have to be so brave. Do you think he would go through all of this for you?"

"I know he would," I muttered.

"I don't think he would. You surprise me, my dear. You are stronger than I thought you would be. I figured you would crack by now," said the man. I just turned my face away from him. He grabbed my face and turned it to him. "Tell me where he is."

"NO!" I screamed. He backhanded me and I flew backwards and swung back to him.

"TELL ME WHERE HE IS, YOU LITTLE BITCH!" he bellowed in my face.

The door to the room got thrown open. We all looked back at the door. I felt the tears fall down my face when I saw him coming in with his gun raised. The old man pulled me off the hook and pulled me in front of his body.

"Let her go."

Here is the first chapter to the sequel to Here We Go Again. I know it's super short but more will come.