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of and I didn’t want to find out.
    â€œFam, are you alright? Talk to me Maurice,” I said in a croaky voice. Seeing his face made me kind of happy even in a situation like this.
    â€œBlood my head’s killing me,” he mumbled. “I’m aching all over,” he added, rolling over.
    â€œAre you sick in the head? You told us to come here so you could beat us up!” I shouted directly at Holly. As much as I wanted to shout my head off my body ached ridiculously with every word. My voice slowly faded out and, feeling dizzy, I put my head back on the floor.
    â€œWell you see guys, I loved Maurice. He was so sweet and took me in when nobody else would, but then when he broke things off over something so silly. It really hurt. And I don’t like getting hurt. So let me cut a long story short, I set you up. Now I want to see you get hurt,” she said, lighting a cigarette. The only word to describe what I was hearing was madness.
    â€œYou’ve got what you want. You had your people give us a bruising so let us go. Let’s just end it all here,” I said, starting to feel desperate. All was not as it seemed. There was a sinful look in her eyes that made me know we had to get out of there straight away.
    â€œYou think a little beating was going to make this go away? Think again Jayden,” she replied, puffing smoke.
    â€œWhat are you gonna to do to us?” said Maurice dazed.
    â€œDon’t ask me any questions, Maurice. Just know that it’s your own fault. You picked the wrong girl to disrespect,” she said smiling smugly.
    Moments later the three guys in ski masks came back into the room. I was getting worried. I didn’t mind holding another beating if that was all it was going to be but the way Holly was talking it seemed like she had other plans for us. I was confused and there was blood gushing from my head and running onto my face. Out of nowhere two of the guys pinned me down to the ground and held my eyelids open. I was fighting now; wondering what they were doing; why would they be holding my eyes open? Kicking my feet and swinging my shoulders - it was no use. With my weak, battered body they overpowered me easily. I finally conceded defeat with the unbearable burning of my eyes. I was being tortured. The only word that ran through my mind was
torture
. I wondered what they were going to do but then I thought it best to just keep a clear mind and hope that whatever it was would end soon. I wished they would do it already because I was starting to feel sick. My eyes were in excruciating pain just being held open, watching Holly and her third companion chit-chat like we weren’t there. He then walked over to Maurice and kicked him in the head, knocking him out again. It was one of the hardest things to watch. Not being able to help when your literally metres apart. He then did the unthinkable. It made me sick. It made me shiver. It made the blood rush from my face.
    Maurice’s trousers lay next to them whilst Holly sat down enjoying the disgusting entertainment; the screaming; the anger in his voice. The guy that was with Maurice now took off his own trousers and pulled down his shabby boxers. He lifted open Maurice’s buttocks and caressed his cheeks. Now I understood why my eyes were being held open. They wanted me to see every little detail.
    â€œWhat you doing to him! Let him go!” I bellowed. I didn’t care what pain it caused me I just wanted whatever was about to happen to stop. No one listened. It was like a movie in HD. The guy forced himself deep into Maurice’s back. The screeching was unbearable as I had to lie their silently; tears bucketing down my face. I gave up the struggle and watched all of this, which I didn’t even understand. These guys were determined to make me watch my best friend get raped:
raped
; such a vile word. I stared at Holly with molten eyes. She was smiling at the destruction that was being