Captive

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"Survival can be summed up in three words: Never give up. That's the heart of it really. Just keep trying." — Bear Grylls.

[a/n: Gloria on top, or on the side!]

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Octavia

       "Octavia, I like for you to meet Mr. Garcia." Demi says, pressing her hand to my lower back as she moves me away from the girls. I look at her, and quickly push her hand away from me.

       "Don't put your disgusting hands on me, don't fucking touch me." I snap at her.

       Demi glances at me from the corner of her eye, and says to me, "Little girl, you are going to listen to me and when I tell you to do something, you do it. Okay? I can do whatever the fuck I wanna do with you, and you're not going to do anything about it, or I'll put a bullet through your stubborn head." And she roughly grabs my elbow, and tugs me over to a old fat man, in a cream suit with a cowboy hat.

"Mr. Garcia," Demi smiles sweetly, pulling me with her. "this is Octavia, she's yours now." She tells him, and motions to me.

       I look at the old man, and I pulled my lips up in disgust. "Let's get one thing straight here you old fat pedophile, I'm not going to do shit with you and you disgust me, I fucking hate you. So don't think I'm going anywhere with you tonight. You are—" I was cut off as Demi sink her sharp nails into my skin, making me flinch.

"That's no way how a lady should talk, hm?" The old dickhead says, looking at me with purse lips, his bushy eyebrow raising to the hairline of his head.

My jaw drop. "A LADY CAN TALK HOWEVER THE FUCK SHE WANTS SO IF I WANNA CURSE YOU OUT I'M GONNA FUCKING CURSE YOU OUT YOU ASSHOLE! YOU LITTLE SON OF A MOTHER FUCKING BITCH! YOU DAMN BASTARD FUCK OFF!" I shouted at him.

"Excuse us." Demi smiles sweetly at him, before pulling me away from the fat pedo.

"No! What are you—let go of me! Where are you takin—shit man! That fucking hurts you psycho bitch!" I yelled at her, trying to yank my arm away from her but her nails cling onto my skin, I could practically feel blood coming out.

She pushes me into a dark hallway, and the door closes behind us. Before I had time to react, Demi slaps me across the face, hard.

My head whips to the side, and from how hard she hit me, I could probably gotten whiplash. I felt scratches on my cheek, stinging, due to her sharp nails, I touch my cheek and felt blood seeping out of the scratches, I pulled my hand away and hissed.

"Damn!" I screamed, then she curls her hand around my neck, slamming me against the wall behind me with force. Pinned up against the wall, I glare at her, but felt the panic clawing up inside me since I can't breathe.

"You stupid little shitty girl," Demi heaves, her brown eyes full of anger as she chokes me, nails digging into my neck. "don't you ever embarrass me like that again in front of other guests, do you fucking hear me you little whore? Fucking slut." And she lets me go slightly, letting me breathe. "Haven't your parents told you to respect your elders?"

I look at her, dead in the eye, and say. "I respect whoever the fuck respects me, and I respect them back. So if they don't respect me, I don't respect them. Simple as that. And let's get one thing clear, you're one crazy ass bitch that I fucking hate so damn much for forcing me and the girls to do this crap."