Adopted by the mystic (BVB/jinxx adoption story)

Chapter 17

I could hear the pounding of my heart in my ears, the music from the party seemed to get quieter the closer the figure got. I was frozen like a deer caught in headlights. The figure stepped out of the shadows and my face twisted into a look of pure horror. The man, who is my brother, smirked and had an evil glint in his eye so I did the only rational thing I could thing of I screamed an ear piercing scream and ran.

I heard him grunt then follow behind me, I kicked off my heels so that I could gain more speed. I rounded a corner heading toward the party but I wasn't quite fast enough he caught me. He put a rough hand over my mouth and somehow got my arms behind my back
"You should have known better than to run, Kia" he whispered in my ear "I'll just have to punish you" he finished my eyes went wide and I started struggling in his hold but he kicked the back of my knee making me fall forward and stop he dragged me away.

I was dumped in the back of a white van it was dark an he'd tied my hands behind my back and put duck tape over my mouth. Words can't express how scared I was the memories flashed through my mind and my body ached just waiting for the inevitable. The unavoidable. I rested my head backwards on the cold wall of the van, silent tears rolled down my face. There was no escaping him again, he'll be prepared this time. It was hard enough last time. There is no hope for me.

We just stopped and the engine was cut, I shuffled as far away from the door as possible and watched in fear as the door was swung open and his silhouette appeared he grabbed my ankles and pulled me out of the van kicking and screaming even though it was muffled due to the tape.
"Stop struggling" he growled and ripped the tape from my mouth
"Never!" I shouted "I will never stop struggling until I'm far far away from you!"
"Well then princess you'll be struggling for a very long time" he laughed humorously
I scowled at him and he injected my neck with a drug that paralyzed me he'd used it before so I knew it would last about 12 hours he then managed to put me in a suitcase and zipped it up leaving a smaller hole for me to breathe. He must be going on an airplane since we're now in a taxi and the driver just said something about an airport. I decide to let my brain shut down for a bit.

*after the 12 hours*

I can finally feel my limbs again the plane ride was nine hours and then another 2 hours to get to some wooden cabin of some sort in the middle of a wooded area. He then dragged me down into a basement and chained me to a wall and put me in a witches bridle. Which might I add is extremely painful and just plain nasty! (I you don't know what a witches bridle is google it :P ) so yeah I'm just hanging around the basement. I would fall asleep but I know he's gonna turn up soon and if I'm not awake...well let's just say it won't be pretty.

After a couple more hours I heard the creaking and old basement door open and I sinister silhouette in the door way. He made his way down the stair agonizingly slow. Small beads of sweat started to trickle down my forehead. I hung my head low
"Well hello dear sister how are you?" He chuckled knowing full well that the witches bridle was stopping me from communicating
"Nothing to say, oh well" he said then landed a fist to my stomach. It hurt like a itch but I remained motionless, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing me weak, he scowled and punched the side of my face causing one pf the spikes to go through my cheek, blood trickled down the side of my face, but yet again I remain motionless. And that's how it went he gave me thorough beating but I remained motionless the whole time even when my body screamed in agony I refused to let myself black out.

Eventually he left but not before saying "I will break you! And bitch when I do you'll die slowly and painfully!" After he shut and locked the door I blacked out.

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"Get up whore!" My eyes snapped open and I stared at the person I once looked up to, he smirked and unchained my numb wrists he dragged my to a different corner of the basement and pulled off the witches bridle but removed my shirt and tied me to a large wooden pole my back facing upwards I waited to see what he would do and just as I started to relax I heard a loud crack and a stinging sensation all over my back. I gritted my teeth he was whipping me, just at that point all I thought was 'what are we in the 19th century or something!?'.

20 hits later he stopped and untied me and dragged me up and threw me against a wall I hissed in pain as my back collided roughly will the harsh stone wall.he smirked and pulled me up by my hair and pulled out a pocket knife, then agonizingly slow cut a deep line across my stomach blood flowed freely then another, and finally starting from my left cheek bone and towards the corner of my lips he carved a curved line deep, I knew it would need stitches, by now my blood was all over the floor and created a stale and metallic smell.

He inspected his handy work he chained me back up and left without a word.

I hope someone finds me soon.