Hell Himself

Babying.

The past two weeks being here, with Bill and the other guys, has been stressful. Well, for me, at least.

Right now, Bill was in his room, with a girl that he'd bought home from a race of his. I could hear the headboard against the wall, his grunts, her moans. It was disgusting. I couldn't help but gag.

I went downstairs after hearing it, bumping into one of the other guys. He looked down at me, his expression hard and blank. It was the guy with long brown hair; who, I realised, I didn't know the name of.

"Watch where you're going." He growled, crossing his arms. He studied me, almost as if he was looking at me like he recognised me. "You're... Ameri, right?"

I paused, stammering as I looked up at him and nodded. "Yeah. What's it to you?"

I saw his face dropping to anger, his jaw clenching. He clenched his fists; maybe I'd been a little too bold with my choice of words.

"Bill was right; you're relentlessly rocky with your mouth." He scoffed, looking at me like I was a pathetic child. "I'm Georg."

With all of these weeks of me being trapped here with these guys, I'd never learnt this one's name until now.

"I... don't care." I rolled my eyes. I turned around, about to walk away, when Georg grabbed my hair.

He pulled me back to him, making me hiss and wince in pain as I held onto his wrist. I felt his breath in my ear as he screamed at me.

"Watch your fucking mouth, you cunt!" I flinched at the sound of his screaming, and the feeling of the stinging, tickling sensation as he mad my ears ring.

I tensed up, groaning and rubbing my ear, scrunching my nose up. He shoved me backwards, making me fall onto the staircase. I winced again, watching as he walked away.

I rubbed my ear again, getting back up to my feet. I didn't know what to do, so I sat on the steps, bored. That's how it's been, for the past month. Boredness, violence, and Bill fucking random girls in his room all day, every day. That man needs some help.

I looked at my arm, feeling chills, when I suddenly spotted the scar on my forearm, from where Bill had stabbed me. I rolled my eyes and frowned, groaning loudly.

That's when I heard the deep chuckle of Tom's voice in front of me, making my heart skip a beat.

"Put yourself on the naughty step, I see?" He mocked, crouching down to my level. "You're pathetic. Really, I mea-"

I didn't want him to finish that sentence. I pushed his stomach back with my foot, making him fall on his ass on the floor. I scoffed, looking away.

"Oh... you're gonna regret that." He lunged at me, dragging me across the floor by my hair and into the living room.

I gasped, kicking and yowling, grabbing onto toms hand as he dragged me. I saw Gustav, sat on the couch, drinking beer, just watching with an amused smirk on his pretty face.

Tom started to slap me across the face, hard. I yelled and tried to crawl away, only to get dragged straight back again. He pulled me to my feet by my hair, shoving me into the wall. I looked at him with tears in my eyes as he raised his fist to punch me.

Suddenly, he was stopped.

"Tom, lay off her." Bill sighed, pushing Tom's shoulder back.

Bill looked at me, tired. He didn't have his eyeliner on or a shirt. He just had grey sweatpants on. I saw his tattoos, and I rolled my eyes, wiping my tears away.

He stepped toward me, grabbing my hand tightly.

"Hey, let go!" I flinched away, but he grabbed me again. I kept moving away, which angered him.