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I walk around the room theyve trapped me in
It was just a storage room in the warehouse
I dint know what was in the boxes surrounding me

Nor did i want to find out...

Colbys jacket was nice and comforting
He comes back in trying to maintain a tough image.
He failed.
His eyes slightly glazed over and puffy

He had either been crying or done some serious drugs

My bet was on crying.
"Follow me."
He says in a monotone voice

I wasnt as scared as i used to be
Colby wasnt that bad... right?

I think he was just acting

We get to a training room?

Why were we here
Before i knew it he grabbed me and slammed me against the wall
I was so scared
I kicked him right in the groin
He let out a loud groan and slammed me against the floor

He was so close to me i couldnt help but blush a bit

"Youve got balls doll"
He smirks

I push him off of me and stand up
He laughed
A maniacal.
Malicious.
And sadistic laugh.

I hated how cocky he was
I wanted to just punch him.
But he could kill me.
I had a feeling he carried a weapon on him at all times
Maybe in the jacket i was wearing

He seemed amused at something i did

I didnt care.
I just wanted to go home right now.
Sam used to be so kind.
I remember when i would get bullied.
He would always be there
He would always have my back
And i had his.

I look down at colby whos face is wrinkled in pain

"Get up."
I roll my eyes and cross my arms waiting for him to comply.

He stands up stubbornly
God this boy was a peice of work.

"Oh mae just so you know theres only 4 rooms at the house. And since your basically mine."
He snarled in a flirty tone?
"Youll be sharing with me"
"No ifs ands or buts"
He snapped as he grabs my wrist and drags me out to his car and chucks me in the back

I have to find a way out.
NOW.

𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒮𝓎𝓃𝒹𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉ℯ ~ 𝒞ℴ𝓁𝒷𝓎 ℬ𝓇ℴ𝒸𝓀 (CURRENTLY BEING EDITED) Where stories live. Discover now