Chapter 9-Isabella

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⚠️hello my loves there is heavy topics in this chapter like rape and being drugged if you have any issues of how I write these topics please tell me and I will change it thank you sm ❤️

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The few minutes before I realised where I was were terrifying, I looked up and saw a red ceiling and immediately I thought I was... was there.

I couldn't be, I escaped. I escaped. I escaped. I escaped.

My breathing became laboured as my eyes don't leave the ceiling, I feel tears welling in my eyes but that doesn't divert my gaze.

The ringing in my ears is so loud that it's almost silent but my lungs burn and I feel like I might be screaming but it's impossible to tell.

I was paralysed... just like I had been in that place.

"ISABELLA!" The scream pierces through the wall of agony I built around my self and my body shoots up and I was no longer staring at the ceiling.

I was staring at four scared men "IZZY WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?" Roman shouts, Alex hits him so hard on the head that I'm surprised Roman doesn't black out.

"What the fuck is wrong with you dude? She's obviously terrified and you screaming at her won't make anything better," Alex says to him "don't cry, baby," he tells my as he swipes the moisture from my cheeks.

"Where did you think you were?" Micheal asks his voice soft. Of course he knew why I freaked out, he always bloody knows.

"It's none of your business," I hiss more broken than bitter, I try to not make eye contact with any of them but a hand grips my chin which forces me to look Jack in his eyes.

"You were screaming our names during your trance or whatever you decide to call it so yes it is our business," I ignore him and get out of his grasp.

I cover my self in the duvet desperate to be back in my own bedroom. Alone.

"If you keep ignoring us so help me god I will punish you in a way that will not make you come," my body tenses at Jacks violent words until I think, what is he going to do? Stab me? No chance. Shoot me? Also no chance.

Their is nothing that he could possibly do that would make me regret ignoring them "I will give you up until the count of three to get out of there or I will drag you out myself and punish you," Jack hisses.

He's bluffing, they would never let him do that "one," he's actually counting but I couldn't care less, he doesn't intimidate me. That much.

"Two, Isabella I thought you were smarter than this," I am smarter because I don't fall for his lies.

He doesn't say three, instead he pulls my bare body from the covers and places me on his lap with my ass pointing up "I am going to spank your pretty little ass until you tell us the truth," WHAT?

Before I could even think of a protest he slaps my ass hard enough to produce a sting, out of instinct I let out a yelp, this might hurt but it hurts more to tell them what happened, it's so embarrassing.

His rough callouses rub my ass easing the burn but just as I relax into his touch another slap comes down on my ass which has tears already rolling down my cheeks.

I last five minutes but I break easily "OK OK I WILL TELL YOU JUST PLEASE STOP," I shout, my voice broken but my cheeks aren't the only thing that Is wet.

"Slut," Jack hisses "your dripping all over my thigh," oh shit I didn't think I was that needy after the pain he just inflicted on me "now tell us the truth," he command.

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