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*ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ʀᴀᴘᴇ*
I don't know how long I've been in here but Francisco had been coming in and not Franky, to my surprise. I needed answers to this whole mess.
Francisco has came in and out giving me food and water. He's hasn't heard anything regarding Franky just yet but I know he has something planned which is why I'm kind of scared.
Franky has always been unexpected. Which is one things I came to fear of him and I think he noticed and it's kinda of sad to say I'm still scared of him. That's why when he comes I might end up crying, but god knows what he'll do.
It was still dark and Francisco hasn't came. He said he wanted to get me some food but that was hours ago. I was still chained and when Francisco would come and turn the light on I would see it was red and bruised up. But I'm going crazy in here. I can't see light, I can't get up to walk, let alone move.
I'm still in the same dress and my feels where taken off by Francisco. My hair was definitely a mess. I think at this very moment I know what my consequences where for being as weak as I was. Death never scared me, I wasn't scared to die. So if he killed me I'd thank him. I can't live a life knowing my pain with be the cause of everything bad in my life.
"Look who we have here." I jolt when I hear the door open and the voice I dread to hear. He looked the same, maybe more built but still the same. His cold voice scared me and sent shivers down my spine. But then I see someone who I didn't expect to see.
"Hey, beautiful." I looked at Lorenzo as he stood there so prideful. Like he accomplished something. I felt sympathetic for him when he told me his dad favored Nikko but now all that was out the window.
"You look so perfectly damaged, my love. I was right when I said I'd see you again." He came up to me and caressed my cheek and all I saw at that very moment was all the bad he did. Every single punch, every single kick, every single bruise, and every single time he forcefully took me.
"Don't you touch me, Franky." I let out. He leaned down and chuckled. The cold chuckle he did every time he thought he couldn't get his way.
"I'll touch you however I want Alvara, you're mine." He said. He looked at me and trying to analyze. He then stood back up.
"I can see your little boy toy hasn't came. It's been what, a week." He said and Lorenzo stepped in and looked at me.
"I was right. Nikko didn't care about you, you were a quick fuck and I bet it was a good one since he did it more then once."
"You keep him out of this. He did nothing wrong to you."
"Oh yes, he did. He took what was mine, what I was destined to have! He touched you didn't he?" Yes, he did. In ways Franky wish he could. He made sure I was sure to want the sex, everything.
