Remember Me

Lauren's POV-
Within he blink of an eye the window was broken and I was being thrown into the back of a van. One of the kidnappers tried to tie my hands and legs together. Screaming I kicked and punched trying to infuriate him to the point he'd let me go. Instead of that he enlisted the help of the other kidnapper. Finally getting my hands and legs tied together they said "Okay little girl, remember us?" He paused "We've killed many people but no one ever saw one. Except you. That's why you need to be killed as well." He finished as the car came to a stop in a dark alley. Picking me up they sat me against a brick building. Bringing out mulitple weapons from various hiding places. Talking briefly, the first one lined up with a knife in hand. Keeping a straight face he threw it hitting the wall a mere inch from my ear. Raising an eyebrow he came to retrieve the weapon. Whispering in my ear, "Tough girl huh, not when we're done." He bitterly laughed in my face. Pulling me up he dragged me to a different wall where he untied my limbs. I did as told standing with arms and legs apart, he threw the knife again, cutting my pointer finger I didn't flinch as it made contact with my skin. Retrieving the knife he wiped the blood off and put it away. A new man came, mask covering his face I could still see a smirk plastered on his face. Taking a marker from his pocket he approached me, uncapping it he drew a bullseye on my chest. Kneeing him where it hurts he dropped to the ground, looking around the others were to shocked to do anything so I bolted. "Get her!" Someone shouted as I ran down the road. Now hearing footsteps behind me I pushed myself harder to get away, but he was to fast. I was tackled to the ground held at gun point. "Whatcha gunna do now sweatheart. Can't get away now aye?" He said smirk playing on his lips. "Let's make you suffer." He said setting the gun down taking out a knife and lighter. "Hmmm, which do you want first?" He asked. Glaring at him he chuckled and took the knife pressing the cold blade to the warm skin of my arm. Keeping eye contact the whole time as he gashed my arm, I wasn't going to show weakness. Moving to the other arm he did the same, leaving a wound down my whole arm. Doing the same to each leg I started to feel weak as he picked up the lighter. Lighting it he held it to the backside of the knife to heat it. After a minute he put the lighter down and took the knife to my face clenching my jaw as the knife left burns along my face. Staying strong my vision became blurry and body became numb as he kept going. Just before passing out there were three gunshots. Not know if/ who they hit the blackness of unconsciousness over took my ability to stay strong.

Notes

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I couldn't figure what to do for Harry's POV. Any suggestions let me know! Also if there's anything you guys think I need to improve on let me know I would greatly appreciate it!