𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 ⁿᵉʸᵐᵃʳ ʲʳ [ ON HOLD ]

CHP 12: not sure

HER HANDS ached, not only because of the car crash but because that phsyco made her do it.

she was currently tied up and it was quite strange, she had never been tied up like this for this reason.

"you realise we are never going to go to venezuela if you keep on pacing around the room." She told him rolling her eyes, she still had the slightest amount of courage.

he pointed at her.

"stop talking." He said and she immediantly began to talk again.

"I'm just saying, if your going to kidnap someone and then take them somewhere and tell them your gonna take them somewhere else you might wanna do it fast." She shrugged, her hands hurting right after she did that.

he clenched his jaw and fists before walking up to her and gripping her chin so hard she was sure it would leave a bruise.

"your my pet, you listen to me. got that?" he asked and she almost burst out laughing.

she snorted and ripped her head out of his grip.

"no thanks kevin." She said smirking up at him.

"call me master." He said and she almost laughed again.

"bro your kinky as shit." She muttered under her breath before silently laughing to herself.

"no thanks, Kevin."

she knew she fucked up when he came closer to her and started gripping her sweatpants.

"what are you doing?" She asked and he held tighter onto the fabric, looking at him up and down.

she knew what he was going to do.

"I'm going to fuck you, and your not gonna do shit, your going to stay there like an obedient little slut." He said and she spat on him.

"in your dreams." adriana snarled and he chuckled darkly.

he started to undress her and she immediantly panicked.

"no! stop, Kevin stop!" She exclaimed trying to kick him off of her.

he smirked and glared at her breasts once she was finally naked.

she squirmed and whimpered.

"stop." She said firmly wishing that he would just leave her alone.

he latched himself onto one of her breasts and she wanted to cry.

she wished neymar was there.

she missed him and she had only been gone for 4 hours.

and that's how she found herself, laying on the floor, lonely with blood dripping out from her vagina.

blood leaking out of her mouth from when he punched her.

and she never caught a break, she was just a little slut after all.

she was worn out, or in better terms, fucked out.

her body was bruised and marked from the "lovebites" He gave her but there wasn't an ounce of love given, or atleast sane love.

her head hurt and the what had happened just kept replaying in her head and it wouldn't stop.

she wasn't even sure when he was going to come back or if he was coming back at all.

one thing that surprised her was that he actually untied her but the door was locked.

she grabbed her clothes with shaky hands even though she had blood all over her face and her body was just bloody and bruised.