Hell Himself

He isn't here to save you. Not this time.

My head was fucked. He knocked me out cold after hitting my head so hard on the wall that many times. I have no idea what he did with me while I was out, but I woke up again in the same place.

I groaned, getting up and rubbing my head. I stumbled over to the mirror in bills room, my eyes widening.

Jesus...

My face was black and blue. My jaw had bruises, my lip was busted, and my head was throbbing.

I looked away with a disgusted scoff, picking up Bill's hair brush and brushing the knots out of my hair. Once I did that, I went into his bathroom and cleaned my face roughly.

He was gone, clearly, and I was wondering where he went. But, I kinda didn't care. Did I even wanna know?

I sighed. Maybe I'm just being stupid, but it's scaring me shitless.

My whole body was in pain. I looked down as I walked out of Bill's bathroom, geading for the door. I opened it, making sure no one was in the hallway.

Once I saw that the coast was clear, I slowly and quietly stepped out, trembling in my skin.

I heard distinct voices downstairs. One of which was unrecognizable, but the other one was, no doubt, Bill.

Curiosity drowned my gut feeling of fear, urging me downstairs. I got closer to the voices, silently stepping down each step with ease.

I started to make out some sentences. I heard Bill, of course, but... I stayed to find the other voice to be Nathan. Again.

"Why the fuck did you bang her head into the wall, you dumbass?" He scoffed, and snorted, "No man would wanna have sex with her if she's bruised."

My eyes widened, and I kept getting closer, hearing them clearer.

"Yeah, I-" Bill sighed. "I know. I was fucked off. Okay? You can't blame me. She's got a problem with keeping her useless mouth shut."

I rolled my eyes at his words, and I started to go downstairs faster. But, just as I was getting there, one of the steps creaked.

Shit.

I heard stomps. Loud, multiple stomps. I didn't know what to do, so I froze. I froze as Bill and Nathan came into frame, my eyes wide, like saucers.

"Ameri." Bill grumbled, stomping up the stairs. He sighed and put his hands on my shoulders. "Were you..."

He got scarily close to my face, making me cower in his grip.

"You were eavesdropping. Weren't you?"

"No, I... was just coming downstairs..."

I lied, and he knew that. I could tell that he saw straight past my white lie. He slapped me, sending me crashing down on the steps.

Then, Nathan stepped in.

"Bill!" He put a hand on bills shoulder, shoving him. "Man, can you stop beating up my whore?!"

Bill rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms.

"Yeah, yeah." He grabbed my arm, holding his hand out.

"That's mors like it." Nathan let out a low whistle, handing Bill five hundred dollars, as promised.

Bill's eyes lit up, and he shoved me into Nathan's arms. I collapsed in his clutch, looking at Bill.

"Take her." He looked down at me condecsendingly. "For as long as... a month. Take her."

Nathan grabbed onto my forearm, nodding his head happily and pulling me down the stairs.

I was so scared. So, so scared. I hated Bill. Oh, with my heart and more, I hated Bill.