Twisted love (Slow updates)

Chapter 19 My savior

"Now I don't think it would be a good idea to do that sweetness." Marcus angrily says against my neck.

I feel tears fill my eyes from the pressure he's applying to my arms. "Let me go!" I yell.

Marcus moves his lips against my ear, kissing it. I shiver and cringe. His touch makes my skin crawl. "I'll scream! Get your disgusting hands off me!"

I look around the office and see all the lights turned off except the lights from the signs. I'm all alone.

He moves his lips up my neck and I bite my lip to prevent the sob that is floating on the surface to break free. "I'd love to hear you scream my name over and over again. Patrick got you all to himself. I think we should share."

"I'll never be with you, you son of a bitch." I try to lift up my knee to kick him but he's standing on my toes, his grip on my arms too strong, and painful for me to move.

"That's what you think my dear. There's no one here to hear you scream or ask for help." He says while moving back, smirking at me like Satan would.

I can't let this happen. I won't let him. I have to try. Patrick come save me!

Tears run down my face. He lunges forward again, crashing his lips painfully against mine. His teeth hitting mine, his tongue showing no love or mercy. I cry out but my voice gets muffled by his lips. I move my head harshly to the side and feel his lips against my neck. "Stop!" I cry out.

He takes my hands and pins them above my head with one of his hands so painfully I know I'll have bruises. "PATRICK!" I scream. I want nothing more than for him to come save me. I can't imagine being touched by anyone but my sweet Patrick and for the second time in my life I have no control over what's happening to me.

"SOMEONE HELP ME!!!" I yell at the top of my lungs.

"I'm going to fuck you like nobody has before, including that pretty boy of yours. You won't be able to remember his name once I'm done with you." Marcus bites out, venom lacings his words.

My eyes widen and my sobs and cries don't stop. I'm helpless, out beat in strength and so vulnerable. Please, Patrick, save me. SOMEBODY HELP ME!

The door to the elevator opens and I scream. Someone has to be on there. They have to help me. Marcus's body is still pressed against me, grinding his hard member against my thigh. His unawareness to someone here is probably due to his desire. My skin is crawling from his touch. My stomach turning.

He pulls down the top of my black dress and I scream again as he cups my breast. "Stop! Please!"

"ALLY!" I hear my name being screamed. I know that voice! A wave of relief hits me, combined with the horror of the fact that this bastard is touching me.

Oh dear god. Patrick. He's here. Marcus gets pulled by the collar by an enraged Patrick. He turns him around and punches him in his face. I cover my face and my body shakes from my cries. I slump down the wall, pulling my legs up to my chest and cry my heart out.

"You motherfucker!"

Punch.

"I'm going to fucking kill you!"

Kick. Marcus screams.

I don't know how long Patrick was pounding the living brains out of Marcus but I didn't care.

I watch as Patrick walks over to me from Marcus's unconscious body. He kneels down and cups my face.

"Are you ok?" He asks quickly.

I nod my head as more tears spill from my eyes.

"Ally, what did he do to you?" He asks, his anger showing through his tense muscles and clenched jaw. I notice the blood on his dress shirt and feel the endless waterfall of tears continue.