It's the end... (kidnapping story)

Chapter 12

Alice's POV:
I was roughly ripped out of the van by a tan man with black long hair covering his face. He laughed at me as I screamed and tried to fight him off. He slammed the door shut in anger as he grabbed my neck and pushed me against it.
"You fight," he began with a smile "And you die" He finished with a serious expression. I choked out a yes and he let go of me, making me slide down the van holding my neck desperately fighting for air.
He laughed as he kicked me and demanded I get up.
It's 1:00am I see as we walk past a large grandfather's clock and into a room full of doors, he leads me to one of the doors and pushes me in. The room is a bedroom, he pushes me on the bed with aggression and slams the door behind him. He smiles at me before undoing his belt.
"We're going to have some fun tonight" he laughs maniacally and takes off his belt, followed by his pants, then his shirt. I scream as he tears away at my clothes, I feel so exposed. I let out a cry before he chokes me with the belt and shoves his greasy smelly fingers down my throat, I feel them in my throat as I struggle to breathe and I gag. I feel the tears leaking on my face and the blood mixed with bile rising in my throat. I can't take it! I scream and scream as he moans with pleasure sticking his disgusting fingers deeper into my throat. I squirm under him and cry out, I can't hold it back anymore and I vomit on his fingers. My blood spills out of my mouth and trails down onto my chest as I scream in agony. He let's out a groan and stops choking me. He smiles as he squeezes my chest, digging his fingernails into me, I think of Gerard and feel ashamed. What would he think of me right now? He'd see how gross and unwilling to please I am, he would see that I'm weak.
My thoughts are only on Gerard as this weirdo starts torturing my chest.
I can't remove myself from the situation anymore as I feel him making his way down, he smirks at me while he uses all his force to push himself into me.
"No!" I scream.
Anything I had left was ripped out now. Anything I had to offer Gerard is gone now. It's all gone. I cry as he pushes deeper and removes every bit of dignity I have left. He finally moans and stops, he tries to flip me over but I manage to kick him and try to crawl off the bed, everything hurt, I was unable to move, I blinked slowly as I made my way to the door. As I tried to open it I was dragged away, I screamed and squirmed in his grip but I couldn't get away, he threw me back on the bed and I hit my head on the bars. He laughed as he grabbed my hair and whispered.
"You'll scream after this" he smiled before thrusting himself into me. I screamed and cried before I felt something dribbling down my leg, then more, and more... I realized I was bleeding but I felt completely numb, I didn't feel what ever he was doing and that made me happy.
He finally finished and I felt it oozing out from me, he threw my head back down and let me collapse.
"I'll be back tomorrow night" he calls to me with a smile in his voice.
Oh god no... No! It's happening tomorrow, I cry as he slams the door shut and leaves me in the dark.
I bang my head on the bed trying to create a big enough collision that I'll have a concusion and I'll never have to wake up again, I feel my eyelids getting heavier as I pass out.

Gerard's POV:
I call her again but she doesn't answer, why the hell won't she answer me. I crack at the thought of her crying before she left, I'm the one who told her to leave, I'm to blame for my own sadness and there's no point being sad if there's a way that I can fix it.
I call her again, she finally answers.
"Gerard!" I hear the depression in her voice as she speaks quietly to me.
"Yes, it's me...." I trail off, "why haven't you returned any of my calls?" I say trying not to sound too angry.
She sounds distant and then I hear her cry.
"I'm so sorry Gerard, forgive me," she pleas.
"Forgive you?... For what?" I ask her. There's a long silence before she whispers.
"I've been with another man Gerard..." She sounds ashamed and bitter.
"What?!" I practically scream at her.
"I, he, he did things, bad things..." she shivers. I'm furious.
"Who is he?!" I demand.
"I-I don't really kn-know" she cries.
I stop for a minute as I process what she's saying.
"Where are you" I ask with fear in my voice.
"I, I don't know!" she cries again.
Wait, she doesn't know... Was she drugged.
" I have to go, they could find my phone, look for a motel around town, it's really secretive, hurry they're coming" she panicks.
"Wait, They, who's they?" the line goes dead. My heart feels like it's beating out of my chest. Who ever THEY are they're going to pay!