Wiped (Agggtm Fan Story 🫶🏽)

I should have done better.

Pip's pov

She was sitting on the floor, sour look on her face. Anthony had left her with a phone which was being watched and controlled.

Fuck it.

She picked the phone up and started a conversation with Ravi.

She called him twice so make sure the message would reach before it was deleted.

He picked on the third ring on the second call.

"Ravi Singh speaking, who is this?"

Poor him, she could hear the traces of screaming and crying in his voice.

"Ravi, I'm going to message you I don't want to call, please check your messages quickly"

"PIP? NO PIP WHERE ARE YOU?"

She cut the call, she knew she was being supervised, who cares they set up an elborate plan so they can travel Britain to come back to kilton? Or was she in slough? Ravi would be able to track her location by her text anyway.

Right?

No, he had tuned the location off.

Wait, she could turn it back on.

She did and texted him immediately, she hid in the bathroom to give her more time to message Ravi before he could delete them.

' Ravi I'm alive and well underground, track my location from this message and come get me, please. They are killing me'

Sent.
Delivered.
Seen.
Typing.

And also a knock on the bathroom door.

"PIPPA FITZ AMOBI COME OUT RIGHT THIS INSTANT OR I SHALL HAVE SOMEONE BREAK IN"

crap.

Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap.

'Youre in slough? I'm coming right now'

Thank god.

The door broke open.

Anthony was about to come at her but..

"Now now Mr Lowe, gentle men don't hurt ladies. I'll take care of it, you go home"

He stepped back and left.

She was much scarier.

"Why hello pip" she placed her cold, gloved finger on her chin, angling it upwards.

Pip gulped siliva back down, and the rough edges in her throat caused by screaming in the duct tape were back.

"You know, he would be proud of me for once" She said, looking at pip for a response.

"Alright then...." She swiftly turned around and gripped her throat.

Then she pushed her to the wall with her foot.

Pip fell down, sliding against the rocky, uneven wall.

Then she pushed her down and started punching her face.

Repeatedly.

Pip felt her knuckles hit her bones, and she felt liquid down her cheek.

She didn't feel good. She felt nauseous.

How long had it been? She was sure it had been at least thirty minutes of her enduring this pain.

She couldn't anymore... She just couldn't.

"Giving up already hon? We have only started" she said with a smirk.

Oh why couldn't it go normally after max was guilty?