Running To You (Theo James Fan-fiction)

Chapter 16

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Devon's POV.

He walks back into the room. He's holding a belt. My eyes widen as I realize what the belt will be used for.

"What? Not happy to see me?" He smirks.

A single tear rolls down my cheek. Keep it in, Devon. Don't show him how truly scared you are.

The monster stalks closer to me. He unties me. "Stand up." I do. "Take your shirt off." At this command I hesitate. Big mistake.

He pushes me to the ground. "When I tell you to do something, I want you to do it."

I slowly push myself off of the ground. I hesitantly take my shirt off. I go as slow as possible. He snatches my shirt. "I can't get your face, but every thing else is open game."

He never cared about my face before. He'd punch and punch till I was black and blue all over. Why care now? Then I remember him telling me something about his friends... He's going to sell me, or at least give me to another sick, cruel man.

Big, meaty hands grab my face, forcing me to look at the beast. "I'm going to enjoy making you bleed and cry for the last time." He releases my face and slaps it. Maybe he forgot not to touch my face.

He pulls back his hands. I brace for the impact of the belt. Whip. It cracks down on my back. He pulls back again and again. Each time the belt hits my skin the more I feel on fire. I fall from the force coming down on me.

I try to hold back my tears and screams, but the pain over powers me. I let it all out. Weak. You're weak. Get a grip, Devon. Hold it in.

I bite my lip to try and stop the tears and screams. Instead I draw blood from biting my lips so hard.

His laughter fills the air. "Pathetic." he pulls me up from the ground, and pushes me towards the wall. My body hits the cold wall, and I fall back to the ground.

"Get up," he says.

I try. The first time I fail. Luckily, the second time I succeed. My body shakes.

"I'll be back." With that he leaves but soon returns. This time he brings a body length mirror. "Look how pathetic you are."

I shut my eyes. I'm too afraid to see the broken girl I use to me be staring back at me.

"LOOK!" He slaps me. So much for saving my face.

I look at the mirror. I don't believe it. This mirror has to be showing me the past. I look exactly like the scared girl I was before I ran away. The strength that I grew in the past months is gone. Now stands a ghost of the girl I was.

Tears stream down my cheeks. "Get back in the chair," he orders. I do. I'm tied up again. I'm forced to look at myself in the mirror. "Pathetic. Weak. You're nothing," he says while tying me up. Then he leaves, and locks the door.

I keep staring at my reflection. One of my bra straps are ripped. My shoulders bleeding with cuts all over them. Scrapes from falling appear on my legs. Bruises form on my stomach. I don't even wanna know what my back looks like.

The only thing almost untouched is my face. The only thing that appears is a hand print. The hand print is like his small way of branding me, like they do with cattle. Other than that he did nothing to my face. I however did. My lip still bleeds, and my eyes puffy from crying.

You're broken without repair.

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