I Found You

Three

Ugh, I seriously couldn't continue with that scene I ended with on the last chapter.

Therefore, I shall skip it.

This chapter will be longer!

I promise!

Okay, read away!

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~Lola's POV~

I woke up right where I had been the night - or day - before.

Mr. Broch had taken something from me I could never regain.

I now really hate him.

So, he did get it.

I really shouldn't have done that in class.

It was really stupid.

I felt so sore.

I knew I was covered in bruises.

I sat up and realized how loose the ropes binding me to the bedposts were.

I slipped my wrists out of them and saw they were bruised horribly.

I could feel the tear stains on my face, though I didn't care about the pain or the way I looked.

I only wanted to go home.

I jumped as the door opened.

Another man walked in.

This one wasn't dressed in black and I could see his face.

He actually had pupils.

That's nice.

Note the sarcasm.

I scooted as far away from him as I could.

"Don't worry, girl. I won't do to you what Hank did," he said.

Hank was Mr. Broch.

I licked my dry lips and remained silent.

"What's your name? He won't tell us."

I still didn't speak.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Fine. Have it your way."

He was about to leave, but I spoke up.

"Wait," I said.

He turned back to me.

"Why did you kidnap me?" I asked.

"Your dad is rich. We want the ransom."

"But I can tell the police it was Mr. Broch."

"But you won't," he replied.

"What?" I asked. I was very confused.

"He can still get you at any time. Do you really wanna go through that again? All you have to say is you didn't see their faces," he explained.

I looked down and was silent.

He left the room.

"She's all yours," I heard him say. What?

The door opened again and another man walked in.

Just my luck, lust was in his eyes.

Shit.

"Why so scared?" he asked, but he knew the answer.

My life sucks.

He sat on the bed beside me.

Okay, since I'm just really weird, I was wearing a zip up hoodie with nothing under it.

He slowly began unzipping the hoodie.

"Don't. Just don't," I ordered.

He ignored me and fully unzipped the hoodie.

"Nice," he muttered.

I whimpered and tried to move away, but put his hand on my hip.

He hushed me and kissed me.

I struggled to away from the kiss but it didn't work.

He slipped my hoodie off of me and began unzipping my shorts.

"Stop," I muttered.

He hushed me again and pulled my shorts off of me.

He slipped his finger under the cup of my bra, making me moan.

Then I blacked out.

Thank God.