Expected Betrayal

Help me [Part 2]

"Dylan wants to see you"

To say I was scared was an understatement, all the anger from earlier was replaced with fear. That idiot was horrible and I would rather die than see him, well he will probably kill me anyways. Shaking my head quickly I pulled the duvet closer to my chin as if it would protect me, "No please don't make me go Cody" I begged as my voice cracked. My vision was becoming blurry as tears pooled in my eyes but I could see Codys figure approaching the bed slowly.

Suddenly my fear consumed me and I leapt from the bed, bolting out of the open bedroom door and running down the hall. This was an idiotic idea, I know but I cant see him again. Who knows what he wants now and I have no intentions of finding out. I could hear Cody running behind me but I had a head start and I was smaller than him, picking up my speed I spotted a staircase and quickly went down.

Once at the bottom I dashed towards a door that appeared to lead outside, and boy was I wrong. Behind the door was a sickly white room that appeared to be used for examinations. Hearing Shouts from various voices now I quickly shut the door and locked it. Feeling as if the lock wasn't good enough I grabbed onto the examination table, tipping it on it's side and pushing it infront of the door. Great now Im trapped in this extremely creepy room with a bunch of burly kindnappers knocking on the door. I moved away from the door and to the cabinets under the sink. Knowing they would eventually break in I pulled open the two small doors and crawled inside. It was extremely uncomfterable to say the least but I felt a feeling of safety for a moment.

All to soon I heard what sounded like a gunshot and then the door barreling open.  Bringing my hand to my mouth to muffle my breaths I kept still, they would find me soon but I would try to prolong it for as long as I could. My heart was beating extremely fast and a feeling of claustrophobia began to set in. They should have found me by now, what are they doing.

Finally the feeling of claustrophobia was too much as I tried to push open the cabinet doors. But to my horror they wouldn't budge. My palms pressed against the stupid pieces of metal and began to pound on them "Help, help me" I called out loudly. The last person I wanted to hear spoke from the other side of the doors "Listen princess I've had enough of your bs, so this is your punishment for now".

A feeling of naseua swept over me as I realized I was now trapped in this stupid cabinet. Why did I have to come in here in the first place. With an aggravated huff I wrapped my arms around my sides and leaned my head back, well I guess it isn't so bad. Id rather be stuck in here than out there with Dylan .

After awhile my butt began to cramp and my back ached from being stuck in such an uncomfortable position. After hesitating I couldn't take it anymore and spoke "Okay" I said defeated and out of breath. Yup there wasn't a lot of air flow in here, "I'm sorry please let me out I won't disobey you I promise" I begged. I felt disgusting and weak, begging this man to let me out, but my pride was not my top priority right at the moment and I would like to live a while longer now.

Suddenly his voice dragged me from my thoughts "Aw what's wrong is the slut running out of air" he taunted. I could tell he was smirking on the other side of this cursed door. But once again my need to survive outweighed my pride, "Please let me out I've learned my lesson". A sob raked through my body before the cabinets finally flew open. I swear it felt like Christmas morning as I took in gulps of fresh air. Dylan pulled me out of the cabinet by my hair, I swear he has a hair pulling fetish or something, and dropped me at his feet.

"Look at me" he grumbled but I refused. My heart was hammering against my chest as i disobeyed him. "Look at me or you're going back into the cabinet" he snapped more angry this time. Slowly my eyes wandered from the floor to his face, my blue eyes connecting with his own. For a moment I swear I saw pity flash through his eyes before it was gone, replaced by a look of sheer amusement. Here I was sitting at his feet shuddering in fear, exactly how he liked it.

I don't understand how he gets off on seeing me so helpless and frightened but it only adds to my fear. This man is a monster and I'm at his mercy, for now.

"Why don't you explain why you ran off, and maybe your punishment will be lessened" he spoke strictly with a cold glare. To lie or to not lie. Thinking better of lying to him I told him the truth, "I was worried you were going to hurt me again".

My body continued to shake as my voice came out a little above a whisper. The effect this idiot has on me is unbelievable, but then again being stabbed by someone for their own pleasure will do that to you.

"Aw how pathetic" he spat, no he literally spat right next to me. Talk about nasty and rude. My face stayed neutral as he continued to insult me, although I don't understand why he continues to call me a slut. I am a virgin so that doesn't make sense but okay buddy.

Once again I was brought out of my thoughts by a stinging sensation on my cheek "You aren't even listening to me, now your punishment will be worse than it was going to be slut"

My humorous laugh rang throughout the small room, seeming to bounce off the walls and ring louder. By the look on Dylan's face I could tell he was shocked but hey if I'm already getting a bad punishment might as well be for something truly deserving.

My eyes narrowed at the man infront of me as I stood "Maybe if you stopped calling me a slut and constantly threatening me I wouldn't be so difficult you fucking idiot" I snapped. Wow talk about mood swings, I went from begging for my life to basically killing myself.

Dylan seemed to be in a state of a shock so I turned and ran from the room. Well here I am again, running. The loud shouts behind me and nearing footsteps told me Dylan was not so shocked anymore.

Instead of going up those stairs I took a right and headed down a rather dark hallway. Well that was a great fucking idea because the hallway was a dead end. Dylan's laughter was now booming off the walls as I looked at him with an annoyed expression. Seriously what did I do to deserve this.

Dylan stalked towards me as I just stood there ready to take his wrath. He proceeded to punch,kick, and slap me until I felt myself drifting off. First everything was blurry but he continued and then the black dots.

"D-Dylan I can't.." My voice trailed off as I felt all the last bit of my energy escape. So I was going to die in a cold and dark hallway after I got beat. Wow that's exactly what I planned, perfect.

Finally he ceased and stood there observing me for a moment before shouting for someone to come down and help. My vision began to get worse, the black dots growing and my eyelids began to feel incredibly heavy.

The idiots facial expression when he noticed how serious I was was priceless, his wide eyes and slightly shaking hands. Maybe he did have a conscious, eh I take that back.

Eventually a man came down with a medical bag and began to work on me right there. "L-leave me a-alone" I tried to sound annoyed but it came out more desperate than earlier. Dylan shook his head as the doctor seemed to be talking but I could no longer hear, it was all so fuzzy and dark. My eyelids finally shut and I embraced the darkness with open arms.
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So this chapter was kinda all over the  place with her mood swings but whatever that's Lilliana. So I just wanted to say Thankyou to my readers and a humongous Thankyou to the people who actually vote and comment, you guys make my day and I'm so sorry for taking so long to update. Stay strong lovelies 💕