Hell Himself

Make it out alive.

Ameri's pov

We were now at the race course. I haven't seen this place for years. It honestly felt odd. The last time we were here, I got called a 'pet'.

I feel like a slave, not a pet.

That's all I ever was. But not now. Now, I feel like a person again. I don't feel like I'm used for sex anymore, and Bill surprisingly made me feel that change.

He pulled me into a secluded space of the racecourse. I didn't like that, even though I could see the race, I wanted to see it from the start line, which I couldn't.

I turned around, looking at him with a sigh. "Bill, I don't want to be alone by here." I pointed to the start and finish line. "I want to see the race from by there!"

He pinched the bridge of his nose, putting his hand left on his hip in irritation. "Ameri, for the last time, stop fucking arguing with me about it."

I didn't reply. I just looked up at him as my nose scrunched up, and my eyebrows caved in annoyance. "You're being dramatic."

He raised his right hand, but he didn't smack it onto my skin. "I'm trying to protect you, for fuck sake!"

I stepped back from his hand, rubbing my temple. "No, you're not."

He chuckled condescendingly, shaking his head and shooting a glare at me. "You wanna go back to square one, Am?"

My arms crossed over my chest, my feet forcing another few steps away. "You wouldn't."

He retraced my steps, backing me into the cold brick wall and sneering down at me. His hand slid to my hip, rubbing gently. "I..." He sighed, lifting his other arm and wrapping it around my shoulders, his hand resting on the back of my head as he held me close. "I'm sorry. I'd never do that again, I'm just worried."

I instinctively hugged him back, leaning into his chest and closing my eyes. "I know, it's okay."

He kissed my forehead, putting his chin on the top of my head and whispering softly. "You're such an angel, Ameri Salazine." He cupped my face, gazing into my eyes with sweet love. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to an awful man like me."

A small smile crept onto my face as he spoke so softly. I rolled my eyes, nudging him away. "Okay, lover boy, get in your car."

He laughed, kissing my cheek before winking at me and walking off.

Maybe I was too stubborn. Staying here isn't the end of the world.

I leant against the wall, watching the start line that was flooded with people. 

My eyes stuck to Bill the whole time the race went on. I stayed watching his car, keeping my eyes on every twist and turn. Just as I watched while Gustav and Georg caught up to Bill, a hand brutally held my wrist and pulled. I fell back, forcefully leaning into someone's chest. I had not a clue in the world who this was. Screams echoed through my throat and cries unleashed themselves from my eyes. The fear melting into my heart was unbelievable in that moment because before I knew it, I had a bag over my head, my hands tied together behind my back, and my feet tied together tight. Dizziness set into my head, so I couldn't understand anything that was going on for a while. All I figured out is that my dumbass managed to get myself dragged from the racecourse and into the back of a van or car of some kind.

I couldn't see, I had no clue where I was.

I whimpered in terror, yelling as loudly as I could. "Bill!!" I begged, "Bill, help me!"

I knew he wouldn't hear me, I just wanted Bill.

As I kept yelling, the engine in the vehicle turned on, and my body slammed against the side of it when it was put into drive. A loud cry of pain shot out of me, along with a chain of pained groans.

"Oh, fuck..." I complained, hissing and writhing in an attempt to get free.

I couldn't get free. After a long time of weakly moving my limbs to loosen the ropes, I gave up. My eyes fluttered shut as my body momentarily shut off.

I don't know how long I was out for, but by the time I woke up, I found myself in a familiar space.

Something about the dust covered atmosphere, too dark to see a thing, reminded me of a moment that, to this day, haunted me. The day that Tom turned on me, the day that he gave me away to a man who hunts me down.

I suddenly knew exactly where I was, exactly who took me. This is the time that I'd fear for my life all over again.

Bill didn't know where I was. How was he supposed to find out how to get me back?

A squint appeared on my face at the sound of a click and the flash of a bulb pulsating through my iris. It took me a while to gather everything, but once my eyes set on none other than Nate, I knew I wouldn't make it out alive. Not this time.

His large warehouse boots slammed onto the cracked and messy concrete, the blood covered axe swaying at a deathly, threatening pace at his side. His ankles, which were bound with large chains, clanked on the ground, echoing with scraping as they dragged and pulled on the freezing floor. Once I saw his face; his familiar face, once glowing and charming, was now rough and scarred with cuts from fights and defence. The evil look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know.

There was no way that I'd make it out of this place without the appearance of Bill.

"Ameri." The raspy voice returned. "Long time no see."

A breath of stress huffed out of my mouth. "Could've kept it that way."

A smug smirk disappeared from the face of pride and flipping into a glare of grump. "Still chopsy?" He shot back, stalking closer and lifting the axe up. "I'd watch your words if I were you."

I flinched at the sight of his axe in my face. Panting breaths, which spread the obvious fear of myself through the room, escaped my mouth. My widened eyes looked up at him, glossing over with dreaded tears. "Why can't you leave me alone?" A shake came up in my voice. "I was finally getting happy..."

"Oh, stop whining, Ameri." He didn't give me a second to breathe after speaking before he scolded me. "You were never happy with him. Not until his lousy brother died. He died because of you."

My heart broke. Tears sent a flood down my face at last, his axe lifting one last time. I turned away, kicking and attempting to fall away, only to find him get a better angle with the axe and finally slamming down a slash in my side.

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