I bear the pain of getting the washrag out of my mouth as I open my mouth even wider to dislodge it. I started to scream my lungs out for help. Soundproofing helps, but it doesn’t drown out everything. There are still muffled sounds, like when we heard Aaron and Tabitha arguing in his office a week ago. I have to do something. I go to link Aaron again, and I heard a little bit of a response when I get knocked out of Michael's arms and onto the floor. I am facing down, but I am not safe. Both Jennifer and Tabitha are on me quickly, trying to flip me over on the floor to be able to scar my face up. Clive and Michael are in a battle against each other, and one of them will not be surviving it. It seems like they are fighting to the death. Thankfully, Jennifer turned her focus onto their fig
