KYLER'S POV— 14

"Let me go!" Victoria groans as the guards pin her down. We are in her bedroom; it's dirty and dusty, and there's little sunlight. "I didn't do it," she grins.

I can barely sit anywhere, so I stand and watch the female guards torture her. She's screaming and laughing despite the pain they cause her.

"I said I didn't do it, ask your whore, I didn't touch her!" She screams even more. The beating hardens. The more she calls Isabelle names, the more they don't give her a break.

"Kyler?" I hear Isabelle bang the door hard, and when they don't open it, she hits even harder. "Kyler, please!" She begs.

Kesem had just one job to keep her away.

"She didn't do it. I cut myself by mistake, and I did it! It wasn't her fault, pleaseee," she cries, making me uncomfortable.

"That's enough," I say, and the ladies stop.

"Touch her again, and you won't have a life," I warn. Blood is pouring out of her mouth and her nose, and she has a bruise on her head side.

The door opens, and she gets up. She loo