Play Along With It

*The Truth*

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I decided to stay in the bathroom for the remainder of the night. I really didn't want to stay in the same bed with a complete stranger. Especially after the previous night. Was his name even Norman?

The next morning, I cracked the bathroom door open. My back was aching from sleeping in the shower. I was hoping that Norman was still asleep. But instead, he was up and about, packing his bag. I tried shutting the door quietly, but when the door shut, it clicked. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping he didn't hear it.

A sudden knock on the door made me jump. I leapt away from the door, my heart pounding.

"Hey, Tiff. Can I go to the bathroom?" Norman asked casually. It was like nothing happened last night. Had I just imagined it?

"One sec." I called, shoving my things into my bag. Then, after I made sure I had everything I needed, I opened the door. Norman was standing there, dressed in a black leather jacket, tight black jeans, and black boots. His bag was slung over his shoulder, his brown, almost black, hair tangled. I stepped back, letting him in. I went to leave the bathroom, and motel, when Norman grabbed my elbow. I yelped, jumping a little.

"Tiff, can we talk?" He asked. I shook my head. I had to get out of here. I tried removing my arm from his grasp, yet his grip was like iron.

"Let me go!" I exclaimed, attempting to get away from him.

"I just want to say I'm sorry. For last night." He apologized. So it had happened.

"Ok, now let me go." I muttered, but his grip didn't loosen.

"I'm sorry. I was being strange, I know. I understand if you want to leave." He stated.

"Then let me go." I growled. He didn't.

"You may not want to go out there yet, though." He continued.

"Why not?" I demanded. Was he trying to keep me hostage? The thought alone sent fear throughout my body.

"Unless you wanna get hurt by Buffy and Twig, stay in here till I'm ready to go out." He stated. I paused. Were they still out there? I shook my head. I could take them.

"Fine." I muttered. He continued to stare at me for another moment, then slowly let me go. I ripped my arm away from him, throwing my stuff onto the cream colored bed. He shut the bathroom door, leaving me alone. After a couple seconds, I grabbed my bag again, and opened the front door. If Buffy and Twig were still out there, I could handle them. All I had to do was get to my bike, and get out of here.

The second I shut the front door, a hand went over my mouth. I was drawn into a strong body. For a second, I thought it was Norman. Until I saw Twig standing in front of me. I struggled to get out of Buffy's grasp, yet my flailing was stopped by his other arm wrapping around my waist, and pinning my arms to my sides. I opened my mouth as wide as it'd go, until I was able to bite his fleshy palm. He hissed in pain, and tightened his grip on me. I tried kicking behind me, but my feet kept dragging on the pavement. Twig was glancing around, looking for anyone. Unfortunately for me, no one was around.

I was dragged around the side of the building, where Twig pulled out a small knife. Holding it to my throat, he glared at me with a creepy smile. "Where's your boyfriend now, baby?" He demanded, his hands lowering to between my legs. When his hand rubbed against my jean covered folds, I winced, trying to look away. Buffy pinned me to the wall, and, keeping my mouth covered, ripped my jeans down. Using his own knife, he sliced my underwear off. The chilly air hit my folds, while Twig grabbed one of my legs and lifted it, exposing me completely. I kept struggling, even though I knew it was useless. Buffy undid his own pants, and entered me.