A prom with my Bully [On Hold]

Chapter 17 - "Dinner"

Hello fellow Wattpad Users! Okay here goes another update for those who reads my story :))))

P.S The dream is somehow... Well...different. *PG-13*

I got some of the ideas from some stories. And this kind of stuffs, I wouldn't add a lot of parts like these.

Chapter 17

Danielle's POV

I was tied up in a wooden chair inside an abandoned factory. Then right before me there was this perverted drunk guy in front of me again. The one who had jet black hair, this time he was just alone. In his hand he held out a small knife, but I'm sure that even if its small, it is pretty sharp. Then he came closer to me.

"Hey there my dear cupcake." He said right after an evil perverted smirk appeared on his face.

"What do you want from me?!" I yelled at him. Fear in my voice, despite that most of it was anger. If killing wasn't a sin, I would've killed him earlier.

"Oh you know what I want. All I want is you cupcake." He said still having that disgusted smirk on his face as his green eyes stared into my brown ones.

"You deserve to be under this dust" I said harshly then spat on his shoe since he was very close.

"You sweet little b**ch. You've been a very bad girl." He said as he gripped my face tightly. "And bad girls, get punishments." he continued playing a smirk on his face. A smirk that didn't look anything like Alex's.

He brought his hands to my shirt as he slowly unbuttoned it not taking that evil perverted smirk off of his face. His cold fingertips touched my skin making me shiver. As soon as he's finished unbuttoning my shirt he tore my shirt with his knife leaving me only with my bra. He took a step backwards and looked at me with a smile of satisfaction on his face as I kept a still face.

"You have a nice body. But it wouldn't be too nice after some time." He spoke with a seductive voice of disgust. There was nothing left to do than pray. If nothing happens and I die, I wouldn't experience any more pain and sufferings.

He took his gaze away from my body and once again stepped forward towards me. He leveled his face in front of me as he brought his hands at my back and started working to unclasp my bra. As he successfully did it, he didn't take it off he just left it there. I couldn't kick him or try to fight him. My legs and my arms are tied tightly and I'm sure that even if I try to escape he would be able to catch up with me. He brought his mouth to my ears and whispered "I couldn't wait to see what's underneath these." Then he chuckled. If only my hands were free I would've beaten him up and kick his balls.

"Why don't you just kill me?!" I yelled at him.

"Oh, what's the fun in that?" He said as he pouted his lips. That damn face of him annoys me that I want a lawnmower to run over it. "Let's have some fun first shall we?" He took one step closer and tore my bra as what he did with my shirt leaving my upper part naked.

He took a step backward and as his eyes take a look on every inch of my naked body. I would want to take those eyes of him with ice picks and feed them to the rats. I tried my best to not show any sign of fear even though it was the only thing I feel right now despite the fact that I don't have my short and my bra on.

"Hmmm.. You're body's so perfect. I wonder if it will still be as perfect after my little knife here makes it journey on your soft skin." He said as he played with his knife. "Oh where are my manners. My name is Gabe. I planned to tell you my name so I could hear you beg for me later." he smiled at his own sentence. Pathetic psycho. "By the way, I won't ruin this," As he ran his fingers on my bare body making me slightly shiver. The feeling of his hands on my body was nothing but disgust. I asked forgiveness from God. I didn't know what to do, so I just held back my tears. "I like it. I don't want it going to waste." Then with a blink of an eye, his knife was making a cut on my tummy. I winced in pain. The cold blade of his knife carving my stomach. I tried to hold back the tears unfortunately I failed. Pathetic psycho.