Hell Himself

You're a monster.

{Note: There are explicit scenes in this chapter.}

We arrived at my apartment after what seemed like an hour. He must've been driving slow or something. Surprisingly.

He parked the car somewhere, getting out. I had this uneasy feeling in my stomach; the type that made me feel dizzy and floaty.

I heard him open my car door, pick me up, and put me over his shoulder. He started walking, and I heard the sounds of leaves beneath his feet. There were lots of birds chirping, too.

That's how I knew that we were not at my apartment. I lived in a city. There were no leaves just hanging around, no audible birds, not at this time.

I got scared in a quick instant, tensing up and breathing shakily as Bill brought me somewhere.

Then, I heard a squeaky door being opened and slammed shut. It sounded like we were in a shed or a warehouse.

Bill set me down on my feet, taking my blindfold off of my face. I looked around me immediately, my eyes wide. We were, indeed, in a warehouse. It was old, dark, and dusty. There were ripped up boxes scattered around, gunshot holes in the walls, and there was a smell of a rotting animal laying around somewhere.

"I'm taking the tape off now," He put his hand on the edge of the tape strip. "Don't make," He ripped it off of my mouth. "A sound."

I squealed when he ripped it off, groaning. I looked up at him again then, waiting for him to untie the rest of me.

"Untie me, now." I angrily demanded, watching him get a pocket knife out.

I tensed up in seeing the knife. He went behind me, cutting the rope off of my hands, and then my legs.

Finally, I could move freely again.

"This isn't my apartment!" I yelled, stomping my foot as I looked at him.

He harshly hushed me, putting his hand over my mouth and forcing me to his chest. I struggled, but then I heard gunshots in the distance.

My eyes went wide, hearing Bill sigh, and growl angrily.

"I told you to be quiet..." He dragged me over to a wall, which ws broken.

He shoved me behind the broken area, making me hide there. He glared down at me, slapping me across the face again.

I yelped, cowering and holding my cheek, biting my lip so I didn't make any more noise.

He rolled his eyes, walking away and back to the middle of the warehouse. I watched him intently. He got a gun out of his pocket, loading it and having it ready for something. I was confused; that and scared.

I couldn't see past Bill, but I heard another door open; one that Bill was looking at.

"Well, well, well..." A deep, raspy, predatory voice purred. He laughed, sighing.

I didn't know who it was, but I heard his heavy footsteps towards Bill. Bill, however, stayed still and quiet. Dangerously quiet.

"Where's the girl, Bill?" He asked in a way that sounded like an order.

Bill scoffed. "I told you." He crossed his arms. "No money, no girl."

My eyes went wide upon hearing all of this. Was Bill... trafficking me? I held my breath, covering my mouth as my whole body stiffened and trembled.

He deep voice spoke again.

"Yeah, yeah," He came into the frame of my vision. He was slightly shorter than Bill, black hair, grey eyes. He had scars all over his face, too. "I've got your five hundred."

Bill held his hand out, letting the man place the five hundred dollars in his palm. He shoved it into his pocket, looking at me.

"Ameri." He called out, gesturing his head for me to come over. "Come here. Now."

I hesitated for a good few seconds before forcing my shaky legs to walk to Bill. I got to Bill, looking up at the man and him. I went to Bill's side, clutching onto his shirt sleeve.

"No, Am..." He sighed and took my hand off of his sleeve. "Not to me." He looked at the man, nodding.

The strange man smirked down at me, then, crossing his arms. "Hey there, pretty lady..." He checked me out, a little too much for my liking. "I'm Nathan."

I looked up at Nathan and then back at Bill, shaking my head. I didn't wanna go to Nathan.

"Ameri, you have to. It's only for a few minutes." He reassured me, pushing me forward slightly.

Nathan took ahold of me, dragging me by my wrist. He took me to a small room in the warehouse, slamming and locking the door shut. I bit my nails, extremely anxious and nervous about what was going to happen.

He lifted me up, making me lay on a table on my back. I whimpered, going completely silent and freezing. He chuckled, shaking his head as his hands rubbed my waist.

He started to pull down my shorts, which I kicked about when I felt it.

He sighed, holding me down. "Bill said you'd do this..." He growled, walking toward the door.

He left, which gave me the time to move. But, the thing is, I didn't. I stayed completely still. I was terrified.

He came back in with Bill, who was looking at me with a look that had too much emotion. No one could tell what he was really feeling.

He came over, holding me down as Nathan started to take off my shorts again, with the help of Bill. I whimpered, looking up at Bill with a look of betrayal. Just when Bill was about to leave, Nathan stopped him.

"Ah-ah-ah."

Bill stopped, nodding his head forcefully. He stayed, holding me down while Nathan continued to take off my shorts slowly. Once they were off, he started to try and take my underwear off, making me kick and wriggle about. Bill put a hand over my mouth to shush me, holding my legs down with the other. He was so strong, I had no choice but to let him.

Nathan started to slide my underwear down, which made Bill look away and swallow hard.

Bill stopped holding me down when Nathan had me pinned, going to the door.

Bill looked at me one last time and hardened his expression. "I'm sorry." Is all he said before walking out of that door, leaving me in here.

I looked up at Nathan, my vision being blurred completely by tears.

"Shh, now." He wiped one of my tears away, positioning himself at my entrance. "It's no fun if you cry."

Without another word, he slammed himself inside of me, grunting and heaving a deep pant.

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Bill's pov

As soon as I left that room, anger built up inside of me. How stupid could I have been? How could I trick her into coming here, just to get raped by a man she didn't know?

Whatever. I needed the money.

I growled, rubbing my eyes and sighing to myself as I leant against the wall, waiting for it all to finish.

But... hearing her screams, her cries, her pleas... it made me weak. I felt like a monster.

I am a monster.

After nearly twenty minutes, his grunts stopped. I guessed that he'd finished. He came strutting out of the room, smirking smugly at me.

"She's all yours, Billy boy." He whistled, raising his eyebrows as he fixed his belt, walking out of the warehouse.

I shook my head and huffed, walking inside of the room. My eyes went wide as I saw Ameri there, laying on the table, with blood between her thighs. I rushed to her, cradling her head and putting a hand on her hip.

"Amer-"

"I hate you..." She interrupted me with tears in her eyes, beginning to sob and tremble. "You're a monster..."

Hearing her repeat my exact thoughts made me internally scream.

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