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chapter 4

Tu as besoin de douleur, pour te maquiller.

I backed up until the coach stopped me. I wanted to move around so I could've back up a little further but the guy was extremely near to me with his black pistol pointed at my neck. He then grabbed the collar of my white t shirt and reposition the gun on my temple. I fear that I might want to use the bathroom because all have a sudden it felt like I wanted to do a number 2. I stared frighten at his face that lack emotions. He was staring into my eyes and I tried my best to avoid his gaze.

" Look at you, now scared.." he said breaking the silence. " I mean you really didn't have to pepper sprayed me, the pain was excruciating.

" I- I'm sorry." I replied.

" What can your apology do? I mean you just can offer something.. tangible rather than a measly apology." He suggested but his eyes then travelled to my covered chest.

" Money!" I blurted out. " I can give you money, to show how sorry I am!"

" I...have a lot of that already..well not really but I don't have any use for your money. Come on, offer something else." He said smirking at his last words.

" I don't have anything else to offer you sicko!" I said angrily. I kind of knew what he was hinting but also praying mentally that he meant something else.

" I mean, a pretty girl like you can offer a man so much. " He said trailing his gun slowly to my neck.

" No I can't! I can't offer anything other than cash!"

" You sure about that." He then moved his gun and pressed it against my crotch, I immediately used my hand to push it away but he then planted it back there and I stand uncomfortably with his hand still latch on to my collar. " You can offer this. I'm not short of pussy or anything but for your sake I'm giving you the chance to give me something to show me how sorry you truly are.

" I will not! " I said. I was crying now, I was beyond humiliated

" Okay." He then planted the gun right back on my temple. " You have choice A, choice A consist of me fucking you up verbally, physically and mentally. I won't just kill you, I will torture you slowly. Choice b, you just have to open those pretty little legs for me."
This man was a psycho and also a pervert.

" I- I guess I will settle with choice A, cause there's no way in hell I will have sex with some musty ass, psychopathic pervert who's breath smell liked stale pissed and diarrhea! " I insulted him. I always had that problem where I couldn't necessarily control my mouth, sometimes the need to be sarcastic or offensive is uncontrollable. His face that used to lack any form of emotion now look beyond angry. He then pushed me and I fall over on the coach.

" Im going to get what I want regardless because I will be fill with pleasure after chopping of your toes one by one.!" He said angrily. I then used my leg and kick him in his crotch, he bend over groaning in pain. I then used my chance to grab his gun and hit him with it on his head. I then got up with the gun held in my hand, I open the door and ran out. I then remember what my momma used to said. " Zuri, if someone a trace you, mek sure you shout while you ah run, maybe then you can alert help." Her accent used to always made me smile.

" Help someone! Help me!" I yelled as I ran through the halls. I knock on one or two door as I ran.

" Help !" I yelled out again. I was praying that someone will hear me. Maybe someone was home and didn't decide to go to work today.

" Hel-" before I could reach the elevator. Someone held me from my waist and throw me onto the floor. " Aughh" I groaned in pain. The gun was no longer in my hands and it was across from me. I looked up to see the same man staring down at me in pure hatred. He then picked up the gun and my eyes widen as he approached me.