" Little girl", A voice says as Bria feels someone shaking her to wake her out of her sleep.
Groaning, she opens her eyes remembering she's on a park bench. She comes to face with a Carmel skin guy with big light brown eyes, and blonde dreads. He looked familiar but she wasn't sure how.
" Now we can do this the easiest way or the hard way", He says to her making her confused..
" What are you talking about?" She asks him, clearly confused on what he wanted.
He sighs picking her up in his arms, she screams and pleads for help but it's like people is ignoring her. As if they dont see someone taking her away in broad day light. She tries to fight the man but after awhile she gets tired and just let the man take her wherever he was. Arriving to a house, he opens up the door throwing her inside a room and locking the door.
The room was clean, no bed or nothing. The room was freezing cold, she backs into a wall balling herself up as tears form in her eyes, she didn't want to die yet, hopefully no one would kill her. She heard footsteps approaching the door, her heart rate began to pick up as the knob began to turn. There stood Dayvon well whoever he was at the moment. His slanted eyes lands on her big ones, he smirks evilly seeing that she looked afraid. He lived for that shit. He had sent his friend Durk to go find her, he knew it would be easy to find her.
He walked over to her slowly, watching her press herself against the wall even the more. She had no where to go. He grabbed her face roughly, examining her face, her bruises cleared but he wanted to see her hurt even more. The other night he masturbated at the thought of him killing her, that shit turned him on. It was so wrong but it made him feel so good.
" You scared?" He asks her in a soft tone as he sits beside her as she shakes in fear.
" Yes", she whispers never looking up at him.
" you should be", He whispers in her ear, chuckling darkly as he gets up.
" Please Dayvon, don't hurt me", she cries, hoping he would have mercy on her.
He smiles bending down to kiss her while she cries, she grabs her by the neck and she starts to kiss him back. He pulls back roughly examining her face, trying to think of a devious thing to do to her.
" You ever had any broken bones before?" He asks as he caresses her face.
She shakes her head no and he laughs at her. It became quite clear what he was about to do to her first. He helps her up gently, bringing her face back to his as he kisses her passionately, rubbing all over her body earning soft moans from her lips. He smiles at her becoming turned on by his touch. He picks her up, carrying her to his favorite room in the house. The torture room, he left the light off as he layed her across the bed and ties her up.
