Chase Creed
It had been 10 weeks and no sign of Selina. I'd reported her missing when I realized she hadn't been in school for 4 weeks and I asked the headteacher. I'd felt depressed without feeling her body, hearing her voice.
The police officers put her in the 'missing persons' system, plastered her face and name on the news, but haven't actually gone out and looked for her. Good for nothing, I'd never liked police officers, I always felt like they were a waste of time, and this proves my point.
"No sign of her?" I hear a voice squeak out from behind my door frame.
"Fuck off" I deadpan at Leah. I wasn't in the mood to speak to anyone beside Selina, other than that I refused to speak to anyone till I see her.
She stood at the door and glared at me, I don't move or even flinch, I didn't care. I was answering my texts which isn't the greatest thing to do at a time like this, but I needed a distraction. I come across a picture which one of my friends sent me. It was a picture of Leah, leaving an abandoned warehouse. I'd asked my mates to keep tabs on her, because I thought she'd know where Selina is.
I place my phone down and look at her, we locked eyes till I got up and she moved back. Ever since I'd pinned her up against the wall, she's been piss-shit afraid of me.
"Where were you today?" I asked her.
She pulls a strand of her hair forward and starts to twist and pull at it. "I- um- out" she hesitates before I look at her properly, "where?" I firmly ask, before she snaps back, "you're not my dad, or my brother, and I don't need you smothering me!"
She turns and rushes out. She's hiding something, I don't know what, but I will find out.
Selina Smith
I wake up, my hands cuffed against the headboard with handcuffs. The cold metal hitting against my skin hurt so much, my wrists had red lines on them. Nick had bought me a night dress for when he's not in the room so no one looks at me weirdly.
To be honest, I would rather have his body guards staring at me up and down than his hands all over my body. I tried my hardest to take my hands out of the handcuffs, but they weren't budging.
I tried to stick my thumb so it's in line with my ring finger, and I pull gently. My hand was still stuck until I do one big pull. Fuck!
"Aghhhh!" I cry out in pain as I dislocated my thumb, the noise sounded like the fireworks on the 4th of July. I continued to loudly scream out in pain. If the world knew my mental pain, I would still be screaming to this day.
Suddenly the door opens and I shut my mouth. It was Nick, back to torture me some more. "What the fuck happened?" He calls out to me as he places a plastic bag on the table and head my direction. "I could here you screaming from outside, are you ok?" He asks before gazing down and looking at my thumb.
"Shit" he murmurs, "lemme get some ice" he says before retreating to the mini fridge in our room. He pulls out an ice pack and unlocks the handcuffs, this was my chance.
Whack!
The handcuffs collide with his cheek as I head for the door, this time he was quick. I feel a hand wrap around my ankle, "Fuck!!" I cry out as I fall face first onto the floor. His instant reaction was to climb on top of me and handcuff my hands together.
"Fuck, Sel, I wouldn't have to use these if you could just cooperate with me" he grumbles to me. I could tell his patience was hanging on the thread.
He places me on the edge of the bed, my hands still tied up, he places the ice pack on my thumb gently. "Later on, we'll think about that hair dye" he smirks at me, I throw a dirty back.
If he manages to get my hair blonde, I'm gonna be so pissed. I love my brown locks and I know someone else who does.
He gets up and puts the ice pack back into the freezer, whilst I shuffle over to the fireplace, I separate my bare legs in front of it, the heat hitting my pussy. "Wow, I didn't realize you were the type to open your legs for a guy" he says to me, turning his head. I place the night dress in between my dress and blush the fuck out of myself.
"You perv, you're just jealous because I refuse to open my legs for you" I tell him, he smirks at me, before heading for the door, is he not gonna handcuff me to the headboard?
"Okhranyat' dver' (guard the door)" Nick says to the guard standing outside the door as he opens it. "When I come back, we'll give you a makeover" he tells me before taking off, and I knew exactly what he meant.
I head for the bathroom to fix myself, I could barely stand up, after what he did to me. My body was extremely sore and weak, my legs were shaking. I gripped the sink tightly for support as I climb up. I gaze at myself in the mirror, this must've been the longest time I'd ever looked in the mirror before. My hair was a rats nest, it hadn't been brushed or washed since... I don't even fucking remember.
I had a blood on my temple, extremely close to my hair. If I washed it off, it would reveal a deep as fuck scar, but it hurt too much to touch. I had barely slept, and I don't know how Nick did either. Most of the time he would finger me, even when I was about to knock out, I would suddenly feel fingers inside of me. It was gross.
I was completely exhausted at this point, I couldn't fight anymore, but I know I had to try, and try my absolute hardest, just until someone comes to my rescue.
He'd wake me up from my almost-sleep. My eye bags were so heavy they could carry the heavy ass stuff like, milk and them huge oil bottles. I hear the door and suddenly my legs lose all balance, I went tumbling onto the floor.
"Fuck!!" I cry out as a figure enters the room.
"Are you k" one of Nicks' bodyguards was by my side, he could hardly speak English.
I nod my head in reassurance, as the guy sweeps me up, over his shoulder, before dumping me onto the bed. "Call if help" he tells me before disappearing. I don't give a fuck if he helped me, he helped the same guy who's currently drugging and raping me, so that cancels everything out.
I was so tired, my eyelids were drooping, I slowly started to close my eyes, keeping my gaze locked on the door, so no more pervs came in without my permission, suddenly I'm out.
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Chase, bro, you're so close, Leah knows!
Poor Selina though, oof, imagine dislocating your thumb, has anyone ever done that, and how? Let me tell you summat, I dislocated my older cuzzie's shoulder by pushing him down the stairs, fuck, I was sorry though 😬
Let's hope Selina gets saved
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