Sold to Iggy Azalea

11. The Showdown (Pt. 1)

I opened the door. At first, just a crack but then I decided that this wasn't time for playing games so i just pushed the door open and stepped onto the white tile floor of the kitchen.

"I'm here," I said. Even I was surprised by the lack of fear in my tone.

Then, I heard the door slam shut; the sound of it rang through the house. Before I even had time to react, I felt two strong, powerful arms grab me from behind, lifting me off the floor, and pinning my arms to my side. I wriggled and tried to free myself but I didn't succeed.

"Missed us?" I heard Damien whisper, like a snake, into my ear. His voice contained such malice that I felt a shiver run through my body, from the tips of my toes to my heard. Goosebumps even formed on my arms and the hairs stood erect.

"Fuck you!" I spat back.

Damien had no time to reply as Richard walked up from the basement and stood right before me. His eyes glowed malevolently.

"Now, now," he said as he brought his hand up to stroke my cheek delicately, "that's no way to talk to us."

"Fuck you!" I retorted.

Before I could say any more, a powerful force struck me right in the stomach, knocking the wind for me. I gasped for air. Richard lifted his clenched fist and this time hit my in the face. My eyes watered so much that I could no longer see and I felt blood leak from my nose and trickle down into my open mouth. I spit in a vain attempt to relive myself of the bitter, metal-like taste of the blood.

Once more I was struck in the stomach and afterwards, Damien launched me onto the floor before him. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and coughed up some blood. Then, I heard the sound of heels near me and I looked up.

Before me stood Iggy, wearing thigh-high black leather heels, towering over me. To her left stood Jacqueline, who looked petrified. She was bathed in her own sweat and she smelled of urine. Cuts cover her face and upper chest with blood dried to her skin. She remained silent but the look of confusion mixed with absolute terror in her eyes said enough already. How could I let her get dragged into all this?

"Missed her?" Iggy asked sourly before kicking me in my side. The point of her heel stuck me directly into the rib and I felt pair sear through me. Breathing became even more difficult. All I heard was the evil laughter of Iggy, Damien, and Richard echoing around me, bouncing back and forth off the kitchen walls.

"Missed me?!" she asked through gritted teeth before kicking me once more. I felt as if I were suffocating. I tried to steady my breathing but that too was in vain.

"I'm addressing you!" she shouted. She crouched down and put my chin in between her fingers. She brought her face only a few inches before and and spit straight into my face. "You answer me when I address you. Understood?" God, I loathed her even more when she said that. I refused to repeat the usual response: "Yes, ma'am." Instead I looked up at her, directly into her hate-filled eyes, and replied with a "Fuck. You."

Big Mistake. More kicks met my side. I rolled over onto my back in a daze.

"It's time to teach you some respect," said Iggy, the excitement of what was to come flooding her eyes. "This will be fun," she sneered. With grins on their faces, all three monsters began to laugh once more. All I knew was that whatever they were planning to do to me would be torture.