"Please don't do this!" I scream as loud as I can even though I know no one will hear me. No one has heard me for three days now.
"Shut the hell up Willow!" Jerome screams at me as he shackles my feet to the bed. "I didn't want to have to do this. I already had to do your wrists. You look so good in the gown I got you. It's so silky. I'm sorry I had to knock you out to change you but you just don't know how to cooperate." He says as he grazes my bare legs.
I hope he doesn't. I hope he doesn't do it.
"You are the most beautiful girl I have ever see." He starts. "I get that you don't like me because I murdered half your family but we can get past that. I've been in love with you since the moment I saw you there. All that blood on your face. The tears falling down your face. It was so sexy."
What the hell is wrong with him?
He takes a knife out from his back pocket and opens it. "See this? I'm going to make you look sexy again Willow. Then I'm going to take you as mine. No one will ever want you because you won't be pure." He sneers as his grubby hands go up my body.
"Please. Jerome, don't do this. I'm begging you. I'm not a virgin. I'm not a virgin." I cry.
The look on his face was pure hatred. His smile was gone.
Oh no. What did I do??
"You're not a virgin?" He asks calmly. I shake my head no. "Willow. Willow. Willow I don't believe you." The look on his face I knew what he was about to do. I thrashed and I screamed hoping he wouldn't be able to get inside me. He did. And it hurt. After he was done he took his knife from beside him and cut my thighs. He undid my shackles and put a pillow case on my head. He then proceeded to put me in the trunk. He drives and drives. I don't know how long I've been in the trunk when suddenly he stops. I can tell he opened the trunk because I feel the cold night air on my legs and arms as he yanks me out.
"I bet your boyfriend won't fuck you now." He sneers before punching me and throwing me to the ground.
When I get the pillow case off the car is already gone. I look at my surroundings and notice I'm at my childhood home. I sigh and start to limp to Stephens. I'm halfway there when a car pulls up beside me and someone gets out. I can barely see through the blood in my eyes from the cut on my face.
"Willow? Willow, baby is that you?" I hear someone say.
"Stephen?" I question as everything went black.
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RastgeleWillow Matthews was a loner, outcast by her peers for reasons unknown. Her father blamed her for the death of her mother and sister. When she met Jerome she thought he was the one. But when he disappeared along with her uncle, she felt there was not...
