The Crystal 2 by Jones M (reading cloud ebooks .txt) 📕

Emery had seen some of it, and she felt fear grasp her form. She realized that it was no longer bullying but actual revenge for things she never did. The boys were mad, and she was worried about how further they would abuse her. Would they even dare to kill her?

Unknowingly to Emery, Harry and Zane, Bianca was silently sneaking into the room with her camera. She was grinning evilly at the scene in front of her. The people in the room didn't notice as she went inside and placed the camera on a desk before swiftly getting out of the room.

"Beg us," Zane repeated. Emery remained silent, and she realized that was stupid. Harry pressed his foot onto her stomach. Emery began to thrash, the pain radiating on her belly. She tried to get away, but Zane forced her to remain still with his hands.

The tears began at that point.

"Let me go!" Emery screamed. "HELP! Someone! Please, HELP!"

It seemed that no one had heard her scream. Harry released his foot from her stomach and knelt above her, forcefully grabbing her chin. Emery's eyes were widened with fear as Harry looked at her.

"No one is going to help you," he said with a tone that brought chills to Emery's bones. "It is just the three of us, and we are going to have some fun."

Emery was slapped across the face. Her head turned back, just in time for Zane to slap her on the other cheek. The sound rang through the room. 

Zane grinned as he grabbed her from behind and threw her to the wall in front of her. The impact brought pain to Emery's backside. Before she hit the ground, she was thrown against the table in the room.

It was, unfortunately, a glass table. Emery landed on it, face forward, with the glass breaking as she made impact. The glass broke loudly in the room as shards dug into Emery's naked skin, increasing the pain she was feeling. Some of them pierced her face, leaving marks and blood oozing from the injured spots.

"You have been a pain to us since day one, Emery," Zane spoke as he pressed his foot on one of her palms. There were glass shards below her hands, and the force exerted by Zane's foot dug them further into the skin. Emery screamed just as Harry pressed his foot on the other. She tried tugging her hands away from the feet pressing onto them, but that only had Zane and Harry pressing harder.

"You tried to kill Liam. You wrote awful things about us on Twitter! You even had the audacity to steal our money!"

"I didn't do it!" Emery managed to scream out through the agony she felt.

"SHUT UP!" Harry shouted. "We know you did it. We know you also had innocent people arrested to cover up for all the vile things you did. And now you are going after Bianca?"

Harry grabbed Emery's face. He knelt beside her, raising his knee towards her face. Emery felt the impact mostly on her nose. She could not scream because the jeans Harry had worn muffled it. Then he threw her head back like it was dead weight. Luckily, Emery stopped herself before she made contact with the ground filled with shards. She was afraid that if she did make impact with the ground, she could have died.

Then her left arm was grabbed. Zane began twisting it, all the while Emery screamed in pain. The screams only increased when Zane twisted further, and he marveled at that. Emery had no option but to lie on the ground with glass shards piercing into her skin.

"Stop! Please, stop!" Emery begged. Zane did not listen, continuing the twisting, enjoying the screams a little too much. The screams increased in volume until a satisfying pop sounded through the air. Zane froze for a moment, then he smiled evilly.

He had broken her arm.

Emery remained silent for a while before screaming again. Zane let go of her arm, and the movements it made intensified the agony Emery felt. Zane went to do the same on the other arm, but with jerky movements, Emery kicked him in the balls. Zane doubled over, holding his crotch.

"You are going to pay for that!" he growled in promise. Emery tried to get up, only to be stopped by the kick sent to her face. She landed back on the ground with an angry Zane on top of her. Then he began punching her face.

The blows came too quickly for Emery to comprehend. She stopped struggling against the punches, too injured to move.

Emery felt her head being grabbed before she felt it hit something hard.

It was a wall.

Harry smiled evilly at what was happening.

"You will learn not to mess with my girlfriend!" Zane shouted, looking around the room for something. He looked down, finding the shards of glass that were spread from the broken table. With a smirk, he carried Emery's form and came to stand next to the shards of broken glass.

He released his hold, and Emery screeched as she fell before she felt the shards dig into her form again. Harry moved and pressed a foot onto her torso, digging the shards into her backside. Then he flipped her over and pressed his foot onto her vertebrae.

"NO!" Emery screamed. "NO! NO! NO!" she began thrashing against the foot on her back. Emery was completely scared then because if Harry increased the pressure of his foot on her back...

Harry released the foot, and she stopped thrashing.

"Harry, do you remember what we last did to her?" Zane asked as he stared at Emery.

"No. What?"

"We hit her half to death."

Emery's form tensed in fear.

"Maybe we could do it again!"

Emery released a sob, her inner fears of that day being revealed. She recalled the pain she endured, and she never wanted to feel it again.

"No. Please, n-no," she stuttered out in a sob.

"Don't worry, Emery," Zane said. "By the time we are done with you, you wouldn't mess with us again. Right, Harry?"

Emery's eyes widened. She quickly got up, heading for the door. Harry swept his foot under her, making her trip over it. She landed on her front, groaning in pain.

"What if we carve something on her?" Harry asked leisurely. "It would make sure she remembers not to mess with us."

Emery began crawling towards the door. Before she could even reach it, a foot stepped on her palm. She screamed again, realizing that her voice had gone hoarse over the minutes that had passed.

She was turned to face the front with Harry and Zane staring over her with evil grins. They each held glass shards, and they were smiling evilly at Emery. They raised her shirt, all the while Emery begging them to stop and making promises of never hurting Bianca. They didn't listen, and Harry made the first incision on her chest.

Emery screamed and sobbed, thrashing on the ground as tears freely poured from her eyes. Zane joined in with Harry, forcefully digging the shard into her skin. Blood oozed out continuously in a dangerous amount. Emery was forced to stay still as they continued to carve on her torso.

The screams stopped just as she felt the pain dissipating. Emery was momentarily confused. The two people above her were still drawing, but she could not feel the shards digging into her skin. Then she remembered what she was feeling.

She had felt it at one time; years ago, during the time she was hit by metallic rods that had her admitted to the hospital. Instead of fighting it, Emery welcomed it. She was getting tired... so, so tired... 

"If you want to kill me, then do it already," she spoke slowly.

"We don't want to kill you. Where will the fun be in that?" Harry asked. "We want to torture you."

"You call this torture?" Emery asked. She felt that she was close to dying, and she wanted that so much. Maybe then would the pain she was feeling stop. 

Harry and Zane did not hold back for the next five minutes. They threw her against walls like a rag doll, not caring about the damage done to her form. They beat her up, calling her names while doing so.

Emery's breathing had slowed within the period. Her vision was extremely hazy, and the pain she felt during the abuse was no longer there. That was what she thought at first.

"You deserved this you stupid cunt!" Harry yelled at her. Instead of curling back in fear, Emery smiled.

"Does Zane know you slept with Bianca?" she asked. There was a moment of silence in the room before Harry kicked her head with his foot. Zane assumed that she was lying, and so he did not question Harry. Emery passed out immediately, blood still oozing from the wounds on her form.

Zane walked towards Emery and kicked her hard in the crotch.

"That was for kicking my balls and lying you bitch!" Emery's form jolted before lying frighteningly still. 

Third Person's P.O.V

The spell that had been in their systems wore off as red glowing stardust came out of their eyes and disappeared into thin air. Harry and Zane felt dizzy as their visions slightly lost focus for a few seconds.

"Where are we?" Harry asked in confusion.

"I don't know," Zane replied as he scratched the back of his head, still confused. "I remember us being with Bianca at the hospital," Zane stated. "Then we came back. Bianca went to get us a drink and... " he trailed off as he blinked his eyes, trying to remember what happened afterward. "I don't know what happened from there."

They looked around, coming to a stop at the scene before them. They were in a hotel suite, but there was something red trickling on the walls.

They both sniffed, and the smell that came from the room was putrid.

"Harry..." Zane trailed off as they kept looking. He walked forwards, and the sound of glass cracking met his ears. He looked down, noticing the glass shards before him. They had also been coated by the red liquid that was on the walls. 

Zane did not want to believe what he was seeing. His heart thudded as he and Harry looked forward, suddenly spotting a figure lying still on the floor.

"Emery!" Zane and Harry yelled as they ran to her form and knelt before her. 

Emery had lain on her back. Her eyes were closed, and they had both swollen into an ugly purple color. There were other swollen spots on her face that almost left her unrecognizable. Bruises and cuts were also present, and some had a bit of dried blood on her skin. 

Zane and Harry were also shocked to discover blood seeping from Emery's ears and nose. 

"Oh my..." Harry trailed off as he brought his hands to his face, horrified by what he was seeing. He noticed the bruises on Emery's arms. One of them seemed to be bent in a different position.

"Emery..." Zane trailed off in disbelief when he noticed the blood seeping from her crotch. More was oozing from her stomach, and Zane lifted the shirt.

He immediately felt delirious by what he had seen. There were many cuts on her torso, and they were still oozing blood. Zane almost puked at the horrendous sight.

"Did we