Rette Mich

"Tom?...Tom?....Tomi where are you?"

A boy's soft voice cut through the suffocating silence of the dank basement. A whimper came from across the room as if responding to the boys voice.

"Tom it's me. It's Bill." the boy said excitedly. His other half, his beloved twin was in this hell with him.

"B-Billa? W-Where are we?"

Bill nearly cried in relief. He was sure he would've died if Tom wasn't there with him. Wherever the hell they were. " I don't know. Tomi I'm scared. Are Georg and Gustav here?"

Bill could hear Tom shift slightly and heard a muffled grunt of pain followed by a soft whimper. "Ja. They're here. I think Georg's hurt pretty badly. I can't see anything in this damn place."

At that exact moment the basement door flew open, blinding the four boys huddled together. Bill bit his lip, holding back a whimper. He felt Tom's reassuring hand on his shoulder and relaxed slightly

The man in the doorway looked at the four young boys in front of him. He felt bad for them but he knew that his boss wouldn't allow any form of insubordination. His eyes fell on Georg. "You. Get up now."

Georg was frozen with fear. He knew that he should probably do what the man told him but his body refused to respond.

The man gave a grunt of annoyance. He walked over to Georg, grabbing a chunk of his hair and pulled the boy to his feet, dragging him up the stairs

The sound of the basement door slamming shut echoed through the small basement.

"Was haben wir zu verdienen?" Bill asked softly, his eyes stinging with tears.

Tom sat next to his brother, holding him tightly. He had no answer to that question. All he could do was hope and pray that they'd be saved and that Georg would be ok