Courtney's POV:

A sharp stinging sensation woke me from my dreamless slumber, and I drowsily glanced around my prison warily. When I didn't move, I was rewarded with yet another kick to the abdomen. i groaned in pain, rolling into a tight ball to try and further protect myself, it didn't work too well.

My attacker snarled in response, and grabbed a fistful of my dirty hair, tugging angrily on the long ends. I let out a shriek of pain and quickly stumbled to my feet, desperately trying to pry his grasp from my hair. When he finally released me from his harsh hold, he shoved me hard, making me fall against the stone wall, a soft whimper escaping my agape lips. I somehow managed to pull myself up, and I glowered at him through my veil of thick hair, sending all of the hate I felt towards him.

"What?" I snapped, sitting back on my knees.

He was still not clearly visible, choosing to remain in the shadows, but a faint chuckle escaped his lips. The bastard was laughing at me. His actions only increasing my disgust in him.

"Oh, sweetheart, I wouldn't act so high and mighty around me. I really wouldn't. I've been known to have a bit of a temper," he states calmly, though his lat few words send chills down my spine.

I shudder against the cool wall, shrinking against it, doing exactly what he wants. "You don;'t scare me," i attempt to hide the shakiness in my voice.

He chuckles once more, "I knew you were stubborn, but this is now just you being a moron. Just remember, you were asking for this."

I open my mouth to respond, or make a witty comeback, but before I can, I scream.

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I don't regain consciousness for a few hours, I can tell from the steady ache in my bones from being curled up for so long. All I remember is him raising a weapon, and that's it.

I crawl into the thin beam of light in the centre of the room, collapsing in the ray of sunlight that is steadily fading. I quickly begin to examine my body, searching for any serious injuries. My heart falls when I see the amount of blood and rips in my clothing. I sigh and glance down, noticing the blade again. I snatch it up, using it as a mirror to inspect my face and the remainder of my body.

My hair is a total mess, uneven clumps of my tangled, filthy hair are everywhere, and strands stick to my face and neck from the vast amount of blood. I notice my collarbones and neck are stained with dried blood, the crusty material causing for my skin to itch annoyingly. I have a black eye, and several smaller bruises cover my cheekbones and forehead, all in the same purplish black colouring. My lips are cracked from dryness, and they appear to be busted open, lines of redness weaved between the cracks. I stand up on shaky legs and further my inspection, my throat closing up with each second that passes. My clothing hangs loosely on my thin frame, and I can practically count my ribs. My bones jut out of my thin and stretched skin, the paleness even more startling with the patches of red. Blood.

i never realized it was this bad. Maybe I'm till prone to pain from my years of self-harming, or perhaps my nervous system is still partially shut down from my being in a coma not too long ago. That reminds me, what day is it? What time is it? How long have I been gone? When was the last time I ate? I drank something?

As if on cue, the sudden dryness in my throat magnifies, and I begin to claw at my neck, barely able to breathe as the dryness makes me cough and splutter. I close my eyes and collapse against the wall, feeling unconsciousness claw its way back into my vision. I welcome it this time, allowing my mind to succumb to the blackness

I need saving, and fast. I don't think I'll be able to hold on much longer.

Ash,

I need you guys. I miss you guys.
I'm too far gone though.
I love you.

Courtney.

Notes

so basically every day Courtney's captors give her a pen and paper to write a letter or message, as a way of torturing the guys. Cruel, right?

I'm not going to lie, i'm not entirely in love with this chapter. I'm hoping to update again tonight, or maybe tomorrow. whose excited for the long weekend? I know I am!!!

qotd: favourite book?

The Road by Cormac McCarthy