𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐄

─ ❝ act xxxi ❞

⎡ act xxxi - taunting ⎦

┊❝ You're ours ❞┊

── "OH... shit," Dylan groaned after (Y/N) had punched him, blood dripping from his nose and catching on his fingers as he slowly straightened to look at her again, something primal gleaming within his eyes when he did so. "You... punched me?" Staring down at his bloodied hand, a drawling grin on his lips, his tongue then licked the blood from his upper lip as he muttered out, "Fucking hell... I think I got hard all over again."

Shuddering in disgust, (Y/N) cradled her bruised fist close to her chest and stepped backwards.

"What's the matter?" He chuckled when seeing the disgust written so clearly on her face, amusement flickering across his gaze. "When you look at me like that, dressed like this... it's no wonder."

She scowled at him.

Dylan wiped the remaining blood from his face with that taunting grin of his as he circled her, watching her closely with that hawkish stare of his as if she were the prey to his predator. The subtle hunger and lust highlighted by the moon only made her that much more tense, fighting to keep him in her eye line and not allow him to disappear. If anything, she would much rather have her back facing a wild animal rather than facing Dylan.

She didn't want to take any chances.

"Good job, Dylan," Ian's voice rang behind her, instantly the sound making her whirl around to see him approaching her. "I didn't think you would be ably to actually stop her."

"You have little faith in me," he chuckled.

"It's you," Ian raised a brow.

"Fair enough," Dylan then shrugged.

"You..." (Y/N) spoke, drawing both of their attention to her alarmed state of mind. "You cornered me in there on purpose just so I would run out. So that you'd be able to talk to me without anyone else. So that I'd be forced here... with you."

"Precisely," Ian smirked. "Smart, aren't you?"

"We brought you out here because of one very simple reason that we wanted you to realize," Dylan confided before grabbing her face with both hands, forcing her to look upwards into his absolutely maniacal gaze. "It doesn't matter what you do, (Y/N). We'll always be there. We'll never let you go. You're ours. Why the fuck would you willingly go with those bastards huh? With him? Obviously... we had to do something, so any minute now... they'll be receiving emails regarding their suspensions. Along with that, they—and everybody else—will receive so many of your pictures of you deliciously begging."

"Wha— What?" (Y/N) stuttered, grabbing onto Dylan's hands from how painfully his nails were digging into her flesh. "You did what!?"

"This is but a light punishment, (Y/N)," Ian murmured as he lifted a strand of her hair and pressed it to his lips, relishing the scent of her shampoo wafting upwards ever so gently to enrapture his senses completely. "It's to help you learn not to disobey us again."

"Hehe... look at your face," Dylan giggled, his eyes curving in delight. "It's so fucking erotic."

Trembling, (Y/N) ripped herself from their hold to race down the road towards her car, fumbling with the keys before diving inside and promptly slamming and locking the doors shut. Glancing in her rear view mirror as she started the vehicle, her blood chilled when seeing Dylan and Ian both still watching her, their smiles having never once faltered. They were in control—from their very smiles to the way they stood, they made it very clear she stood little chance of escaping completely.

Clenching the wheel tightly until her knuckles whitened, she cussed lowly under her breath, glad that the dark was able to hide the fear that left her shaking.

No...

No, no, no...

Quickly driving down the road away from the two boys who caused her nothing but terror, she tried not to cry.

It was so fucking hard.

Before pulling into her driveway, (Y/N) made to shut off her lights before pulling in and quickly cutting the engine. The house was dark as it was after midnight, she so knew her father would be asleep since his job demanded early mornings. Glad that she could sneak in through her front door, she dug her keys out of her pocket before inserting them into the lock and turning the knob. The light in the living room suddenly flicked on leaving her frozen. When she was finally able to turn around, dread pooled lowly in her gut when finding her father sitting casually on the couch.

Waiting for her.

"Father..." she swallowed. "You're... up."

"I have to be when it seems my daughter has no respect for me or the rules I've implemented," he murmured as he swallowed the last of his drink before banging the glass down hard enough to make her flinch, inhaling deeply whilst standing so he could approach her. "After I so clearly told you no... you still fucking went anyways."

(Y/N) felt small in his shadow.

More so, it felt as if her insides were twisting with how awful the night was going.

"By the look on your face, I'm right," he scoffed with absolute disgust. "To think you lied to me, and then snuck out—it's appalling."

"I'm sorry, father!" (Y/N) rushed out, not having the energy anymore to try and meet his glare, instead squeezing her eyes shut in hopes to hold back the tears that had successfully been staying put for most of the night so far—then again, the dam was very close to snapping. "I just really wanted to go, and my friends—"

"Shut the hell up!" He yelled, making the words die instantly in her throat. "Don't start that shit with me, blaming it on your friends. I don't care whose idea it was. All that matters is that you fucking disobeyed me and went through with it anyways." Letting out a sigh, he ran a hand through his tousled hair before announcing ever so coldly, "You're grounded. Go to your room. I don't even want to look at you."

Feeling as if her heart was slowly cracking and breaking like the piece of glasswork it was, (Y/N) found her hope slipping away.

She was stuck.

Stuck in this cruel loop.

She felt as if it would never let her go.                

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To be continued...