Hell Himself

Do it again.

Ameri's pov

Tom's screams only grew more desperate as I got moved and pushed back, getting closer to whatever machine was behind me.

I couldn't tell what was happening at this point. I didn't have the energy to try and stop it, nor did I have the same energy to care.

One thing I knew was that my life was about to end. I knew that because why else would Tom be screaming so loudly? It didn't matter either way because he was the one to get me in this situation. I didn't understand why he had to have been so complicated. Bipolar, even. One minute, he hates me and wants me dead, and the next, he's begging for my life. I looked up at Nate and whoever was with him, seeing their sinister smiles as they laughed the situation off. I finally took the courage from my chest, accepting it and turning my head. My eyes widened in horror. They were trying to shove me in a machine with ridged blades, almost like bread knives. I could see how fast they were moving, searching for something to shred to bits. That something would be me if I didn't find a way to get out.

My body began to writhe and shake. The instinct to protect myself suddenly kicked in, allowing my limbs to struggle against the restraints and rock forward as an attempt to fall out of the chair. The room fell silent as my schreiking screams were quick to echo through the warehouse, all men covering their ears and groaning in irritation at the ringing sound.

At that moment, while they were all distracted by protecting their eardrums, Tom managed to run over.

He grabbed my arm, harshly pulling at the restraints and ripping them away from me.

I felt dizzy and overwhelmed with fear. So much so that I didn't realise when I was being hauled into Tom's arms and carried toward the door.

He was fully springing his way to the metal chamber, kicking it open with his boot. Through the loud heartbeat thundering in my ears, I could faintly hear Nate and his lot screaming at Tom and running after us.

Before I knew it, I was being thrown in the backseat of the car. My head whacked the opposite door, eliciting a yell of shock from my lips.

"Shit, sorry!" Tom exclaimed as he chucked himself in the front seat, slamming the door shut and shoving his keys into the ignition.

He slammed his foot down, the roar of his engine overpowering his words as he tried to talk again.

I shook my head, sitting up and holding onto the seat in front of me.

"Tom, I can't -" He interrupted me and hit the steering wheel.

"Let me fucking talk!" He screamed.

I flinched backwards, my back against the side of the back door. I went quiet, sighing and covering my ears as he drove away fast.

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I woke up on the couch. I must've fallen asleep on the way back. Sitting up, I looked around me. I saw Bill sat at my feet, Tom and Georg sat beside each other on the opposite couch, and Gustav stood against the doorway with his arms folded.

Bill turned to me, and he had a deathly glare on his face. He looked back at Tom with the same glare.

I was about to ask what was going on when I heard the loudest lecture ever.

"Why the fuck did you kidnap Am and take her to Nate?" Bill loudly raised his voice, continuing before Tom could speak. "Do you know how dangerous that was? How fucking stupid it was? She's just gotten out of surgery, and -"

"You beat the shit out of me basically as soon as I walked in through the door." I interrupted him angrily, standing up and slapping him across the face. "You drive me mad!"

Bill's jaw dropped as his hand rubbed the area that I slapped. Tom hissed, covering his mouth in shock while Georg and Gustav looked at each other and tried not to laugh.

Bill spoke up, quieter. "Ameri, I need you to listen."

"No, you're the one who needs to listen."

He sighed in defeat, standing up and putting a hand on my shoulder. "I'm not arguing with you. Get to my room, we need to talk."

I didn't even bother to talk back anymore. I spun around, slapping his hand away from me and stomping off. I shoved Gustav out of the way, ignoring him as he yelled at me.

I dragged myself up to Bill's room, slamming the door and sitting on his bed. I stayed sat still for a while before the door slammed open, followed by a furious Bill stomping over to me.

"You're a little bitch, y'know that?"

I stood up, watching as he locked the door and lunged at me.

I grunted, struggling against him as he pinned me to the wall. "Why can't you let me be happy?"

He scoffed, throwing me onto the bed and taking his shirt off. "I thought we were over this part, Ameri."

My eyes stared in dread as he took his clothes off. He was only in his boxers when he climbed on top of me and stripped me of my own coverage.

I subconsciously began to plead with him. "Bill, don't. Please."

He pressed his hand to my mouth, using the other to pin my arms above my head. "Be quiet, Ameri."

He removed the hand covering my lips and pushed down his boxers, not wasting any time to slam himself deep inside of me.

My mouth opened in agony, screaming and tensing up around him. He smacked his hand back over my mouth, groaning. "For fuck sake, shut up."

Tears striped down my face as he started rough and fast. The pain carried on as he kept going, ignoring my begging and cries completely.

Not again. I never thought he'd end up doing this again.

I heard a muffled voice outside, banging on the door and the screaming of Bill's name.

That didn't stop him. He rolled his eyes and only got rougher at the nous outside, tilting his head back and groaning loudly, his fingers leaving my mouth and wrapping around my neck. Giving a light squeeze, his thrusts got harder and faster as he clearly neared his finish.

Before he could cum, however, the door was banged open by Tom.

His eyes went wide in horror, and he screamed. "Bill, you sick bastard, get off of her!"

Bill suddenly pulled out, slumping down beside me and covering his junk with the blanket.

"Jesus, Tom, what the fuck?"

Tom slapped Bill, grabbing me and my clothes. He pulled me behind him, giving my stuff back. "Get dressed."

I nodded, pulling my clothes on again as Tom stood there and glared at Bill horrendously.

Once I'd barely managed to put my clothes on, Tom pushed me out of the way and into the corner of the room.

Bill stood up, pulling his boxers up. "That's it."

He threw his shirt on, pointing at me. "Pack your shit. We'll drop you off somewhere, and you can find your way home."

Tom's eyes widened as Bill went toward the door. "What? You can't do that!"

Bill ignored Tom, opening the door and scoffing. "I'll be waiting by the car in twenty minutes."

Am I finally free?

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