Crazy Life

Chapter Twenty Nine

Chapter Twenty9

How long have I been here? A few days? A week? I honestly couldn't tell. All I knew was that Alex was getting madder by the day, my beating becoming more intense. Thankfully he never really hit my stomach, but I can assure you he made up for it with my chest. I'm just happy he hasn't raped me yet. Ever sense I had the bleach poured on me, it's been hard to open my eyes. I feel like I have the stuff caked to my eyelashes. My body shivered uncontrollably. All I've had sense I've been up here is water, so I wouldn't die. Cause you know Alex isn't done with me, he needs me to find Tim and Jay. I think I had a bite of an apple too, I can't really remember. Looking at my skin with the dim light, I could tell it took a sickly pale color. I was covered in blood and bruises. Cuts littered my body, wounds slightlty getting infected. Where was Hoodie? Well I have no clue, I honestly gave up hope on the guys saving me. I was pretty sure that it would have happened by now, you know if they were really coming to save me.

I took a deep breath prepping myself as Alex came up. Here comes more enjoyed 'punishment'... I moaned in pain as he pulled the chair up. My head hit the back harshly.

" Sense my tactics aren't working I thought I'd change it up." He smiled at me, as he took a knife to the edge of my dirty shirt.

Wait, what was he doing- he literally cut my shirt off! He just ripped it off with his knife! He even grabbed my the waist-line of my pants and began to cut those off. I shouted for him to stop, for the first time. He smiled at my reaction.

" If you just tell me what I want to know, it wouldn't have to come to this." He warned setting the ripped clothes down, as well as his knife.

He brought his hands to my waist, skimming his calloused hands over it. I shivered at his touch. He laughed moving his hands higher.

" Where is Tim and Jay?" He asked hands under my chest.

" I don't know!" I shouted quickly, trying to move my practically naked body away from his hands.

He squeezed his hands over the bruises that were on my ribs, earning a grunt.

" Tell me." He moved a hand under my bra, over one of my breasts.

" Please stop!" I screamed as he sqeezed roughly, before pulling.