Not What I Expected

Stolen: part one

Chapter #1...
Walking home to the apartment I share with my best friend Samantha Klareton, I inhale the sweet summery breeze. We live in San Diego, California, thirty minutes away from the ocean. Me and Samantha, or Sam as she prefers have been best friends since the sixth grade and we always dreamed of being roommates and going to college in a new city. I'm studying to become a famous writer while Sam plans on going into the fashion industry. I smile to myself glad that everything I ever dreamt of is coming true. At nineteen I'm in no rush to settle down and so isn't Sam who, also nineteen, is going steady with her boyfriend Kyle Hunters. "Excuse me." A deep voice brought me out of my day dream of me and Cameron Dallas. "Can I help you?" I ask a tall man in his thirties. "May I borrow your phone miss?" He asks me urgently. I hesitate wondering whether or not I should trust this man. "Please, I really need to reach my wife. My car broke down a couple blocks down the road and my phone is dead, she must be worried sick." He pleaded desperately. I'm a sucker for a sob story so I pulled out my galaxy note 3 and handed it to the man. As soon as he grabbed it a hand clamped over my mouth suffocating me with a handkerchief laced with a sleeping drug. I held my breath and tried to escape what felt like a man's strong grasp. I felt myself drift further and further away, my breath became shallow and my body was giving out but my mind was screaming no. I felt a tear slip out of the corner of my eye and then everything went black.
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I open my eyes to the glare of the sun and a throbbing pain in my head. I sit up with a groan. Looking around my surroundings I realize I'm in a car with three strangers. As my confusion finally dissolved I remembered that I was abducted my someone. I thought back to those days Sam would always warn me to be careful when I'd tell her I went running in my neighborhood, she would always say how sex slavery was big in Sacramento where we lived. I remember laughing at her warnings reassuring her that nothing of the sort would ever happen to me, that I was safe and if I were ever in that situation I'd fight back. How stupid and naive was I to think that especially now that this had happened I know see that I was wrong. Is that where I'm going? I wondered. Panic rose inside of me. I swallowed and tried to calm myself down because honestly I don't know where these guys are taking me but I can't be naive about this, I can't hope for the best, because why else would three men abduct me in the first place. I felt tears welling up in my eyes but I blinked them away never one to show my emotions. They can never know or see how scared and weak I am. I swallow the lump in my throat. " Can I use the bathroom?" I ask the guy who asked for my cell phone who turns around to look at me. I notice he is good looking but the fact that he might be working in the sex slavery business disturbs me and instead of being intimidated by his good looks I felt anger. I felt hate boil in my heart. He winks at me then turns away which only irritates me. How dare he lie to me about some stupid sob story, which I fell for In a heartbeat, then ruin my life and just wink at me like none of this happened. But he doesn't care. If he did he wouldn't go around ruining girls lives, stealing their dreams, happiness, and love. He wouldn't rape innocent girls if he gave a shit. How can someone be so cruel? I ask myself not expecting an answer. As we exit the highway I look for signs to figure out where I am. I look at the treeless and dry landscape. I see cliffs and canyons in the distance. It looks like Arizona to me but it could also be Nevada or New Mexico. I could be anywhere. Where am I? I wondered. I feel my pockets no cell phone. I look around for my golden clutch purse and find it laying neglectfully under the seat. I search it's contents, no cell phone in there either. Whoever these guys are and wherever their taking me they obviously don't want me to call for help so it's obvious I'm going to sex slavery. Well you don't know for sure my optimistic side came out to play. I never really did give up hope, always anticipating the best. I'm naive like that. Maybe if I ask where I am they'll tell me. I thought to myself. The car came to a halt next to a gas station. I get out of the car stretching and inhaling the fresh air glad to be out of the car and standing on my feet which felt like jello. I never liked long car rides, I got carsick. The guy who drove the car, which I now see is a black SUV, led me to the bathroom holding my hand as he did so. He had short spiked black hair and hazel eyes he looked like he was in his late thirties. "Where are we?" I ask him. "Texas." He says in a southern drawl. "I grew up here." He adds as a warning. Before he let's go of my hand he says " I don't think we introduced ourselves. I'm Josh, you are?" "Caitlin." I said my voice cracking. He smiled smugly "Nice to meet you Caitlin." He sneered giving me the chills. I close the door behind me and sigh. Defeated. Scared. Alone. Lost. Hopeless. Terrified. That's how I felt. Shit. I thought. Now what? Where the hell do I go? What do I do? My mind began freaking out and my emotions began pouring out. I tried to stop myself but the sobs racked out of my body. I tried to calm myself down to think of a plan. Determination struck me and I notice a window. My heart began beating full of hope. I felt a joyful tear escape my eye and hope rushed in. I run towards the window and pull it wide open. As my feet hit the solid ground my heart was about to explode from joy. I ran for my life, towards freedom with no clue in mind as to where I was going I just knew I had to get as far away from those creeps as possible. I heard footsteps and yelling behind me. My heartbeat quickened as I felt fear and adrenaline pumping through my veins. My body was exhausted and begging me to to stop running but I won't stop my mind was set on the goal. A sudden force shoved me to the ground. It was Josh. "I warned you, I grew up here. You really had no chance." He said and with every word he said I dreaded the truth and refused to give up. "Noooooo! Get off of me!" I yelled clawing and kicking desperately trying to escape reality. It can't be over. I refused to let go of my one chance for freedom. I felt tears threaten their way to the surface but I pushed them back. Now is not the time for crying. I tried once more but soon my breath became shallow and my body weakened, then as the drugs kicked in everything blacked out and I knew my life was ruined. I lost my one chance for freedom.
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Chapter #2...
As soon as the drugs wore off I opened my eyes to find myself in a strange room. The shutters were drawn, It was dark in the the room. "Get ready were leaving in a an hour." I heard Josh say. I look at him, shirtless leaning against the door frame. If If he thinks he can seduce me he is underestimating me. I get up and walk over to the bathroom. Flipping on the lights I take a good look at myself in the mirror. I looked terrible. My long, thick, straight, black hair was in a desperate need of a shower. My brown eyes looked tired and weary. I step into the shower and let the water wash over me with my eyes closed I felt relaxed. Where is Josh planning on taking me? I wondered. Probably a sex auction. I answered my own question. But I don't know that for sure. I told myself as panic rose. Shaking of the fear I step out of the shower and grab a big, white, fluffy towel and begin to dry myself. Walking back into the room I felt steam rising from my body. On the bed where I was sleeping I noticed someone laid out clothes for me to wear. Slutty clothes. There was a tiny, black, curve hugging dress with a halter top and cutout hole which showed a whole lot of cleavage, and glossy, black, sky-high heels with ankle straps. I heard someone come in. "What is this?" I ask anger rising up as I picked up the dress. "I'm not wearing this." I say defiantly crossing my arms. Josh just looks at me amusement twinkling in his eyes. "You have two options, you either wear the dress or that towel." He says smirking obviously enjoying my frustration. I glare at him clenching my jaw. I give him one last death glare and grabbing the dress and heels I stomp into the bathroom to get ready. "Oh and Caitlin put on some makeup, we can't have you looking that innocent." I heard Josh call out, I slam the door and sigh with my eyes closed. I really didn't want to do this. I wish I was at home with Sam watching our show, eating homemade cookies that her mom always makes and talk about our dreams. I felt about ready to cry but I knew I had to stay strong, crying won't get me through this. I get up and put on the dress. I look at myself in the mirror. The long and gruesome workouts I've been doing have finally paid off and I was proud of my results but not proud enough to flaunt it around in this dress. God I looked like a slut. I pull out my makeup from my clutch purse that's been with me through all of this. As I spread foundation all over my face memories of me and Sam shopping hit me making me feel nauseous and homesick. My eyes teared up but I willed them away telling myself to keep it together. I applied the rest of my makeup with extra care then I move onto my hair and pondering for a while what to do with it, I finally decide to straighten it. I put on the heels and take a step back to look at the results. Okay now I just look like a prostitute. I thought to myself. This is disgusting, how could this be happening to me? Why is this happening to me? I asked myself but I knew I wouldn't have the answers to my questions. I take a deep breath and wipe my nervous palms on my dress. Grabbing my purse off the sink I head out. As I walked into the room where the guys were it suddenly got really awkward for me because I felt them staring. Josh gives me a low whistle which irritates me. "Shut up." I snap at him. He just laughs with his friends. Josh comes up next to me still taller than me. Naturally I'm 5'3 but In these heels I'm probably 5'8. He grabs my arm,"You don't have to hold me, I can't run in heels." I say sourly. "But I want to hold you." He whispers huskily into my ear. I pull away in disgust. "Where are we going?" I ask him. He comes up really close backing me up all the way into the car so I wouldn't have anywhere to escape to. "Were going to see how much you're worth." He whispers to me then looks me up and down. I gulp and try to act unfazed. "What's that supposed to mean?" I ask him a little confused but deep down I had a clue as to where we were going. He winks at me before opening the door for me. I stare at him as he walks over to to the driver side and gets in disappearing from view. I get into the car myself wondering what awaits me. As soon as Josh's buddies get into the car we hit the road. I stare numbly out the window as the desert like scenery zipped by. I decided not to think about the place that awaits me. Instead I wondered what my family was doing, what Sam was doing. I missed them so much. I thought of the plans I made for this summer, how I planned to visit my family which I haven't seen since Christmas break. The ache in my heart made me feel even more lonelier. My parents and older brother, Jade, and of course Sam all must be worried sick. The ache in my heart grew louder and with every breath I took I felt it's power as tears broke free. I wipe them away quickly and scold myself for being so weak. You'll be okay. I tell myself. I'll find a way out, there's always a way out and I promised myself I would never become a prostitute, I would never be that girl and they can't force me to be one. That's not who I want to be. A big building that read David Morgan C.O. in bold back letters came into view. I frown this doesn't look like a place for a sex auction but then again I wouldn't know it's not like I've been to one of these things. I follow them as they lead me through a maze of secret passageways. This building Is just a disguise for the sex auction. We come upon an elevator that scans Josh's finger print. As soon as his finger is scanned a code bar pops up. Josh quickly puts in the code and the elevator doors slide open. Once inside the elevator the guy who asked me for my phone pushes the button for below ground. It took a while for the elevator to reach our destination but once it did I was overwhelmed by how much guys there were. Next to a brightly lit stage were te other girls. My heart went out to them. This isn't fair, they don't deserve this. I thought to myself. I noticed one girl in particular looked to be about twelve! She's only twelve-years-old! Oh my God shes just a child! I felt more hatred and anger towards these guys. I was shoved on the ground next to the other girls. A girl with olive colored skin and beautiful black hair and wide-set brown eyes helped me up. "Thank you." I say as she gives me a polite smile. "I'm Karen." She says still smiling. "Caitlin. Nice to meet you." I tell her. "How did you get here?" She asks me. "I was abducted." I reply then I add. "What about you?" "Two years ago my parents were killed in a plane crash me and my sister lived in the orphanage, since we didn't have any other relatives, then me and her were adopted by a guy working in this business." I look around wondering which one of these girls is Karen's sister. "Where's your sister?" I ask her. She nods her head towards the little girl I spotted earlier. "Really? How old is she?" I ask. Blinking back tears Karen answers. "She's eleven." My eyes widen. Poor little girl she doesn't deserve this, none of us do. I thought. Where are the cops when you actually need them. I look at the other girls. Some look scared, some look like their ready for what comes next, others looked like they locked away their feelings and lost all hope, and some looked lost. "I'm so scared." I heard Karen cry next to me. I look at her as the tears ran down her innocent face. My heart went out to her. Someone suddenly appeared onstage and announced the bid as a blonde girl is shoved into the terror. Karen's sobs grew louder. "Someone shut-up that bitch!" I heard someone yell. A guy in his twenties wearing a gray suit came up up to us and was about to handle this his own way but I stopped him. "It's okay I got this." I tell him stepping in front of Karen blocking her from his view. I waited for the man to leave then I turn to Karen and placing my hands on her shoulders willing her to look me in the eyes I say. "Karen you need to calm down. Stay strong if not for yourself then do it for your sister." She nods her head wiping her face. "Caitlin, how do you do it, stay strong and calm?" She asks me. I'm not the type of person to cry in front of people. I process things slowly and right now my mind has a hard time processing all of this. I shrug and say. " Because staying strong will get you through hard times." She gives me a genuine smile. "Thank you Caitlin. I will always remember those words." As she spoke those last words she was
shoved onstage. She gave me a last glance before she was whisked away by her bidder. The rest of the girls were sold in a blur as I thought of my own message of staying strong. I'm going to need that inspiration. The next thing I knew I was shoved onstage where I faced my own nightmare. Standing on the stage staring at a sea of cruel and heartless rapists. "1000!" I heard someone bid. "3000!" I heard him before I saw him. Devin Dalton. My eyes lock with his and while my heart fluttered with memories of Devin, my high school crush, my mind was trying to process all of this, and doing a horrible job at it. While Devin and a couple of others bid on me like some object my mind was numb with shock. I remembered the way Devin used to look at me making my heart melt. Now is no different because once he laid those hypnotizing eyes on me I knew I was a goner.
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Chapter #3...
I couldn't believe it. Devin Dalton bought me to have sex with him. Never have I ever dreamed something like this would ever happen between me and a guy like him. He's freaking hot! Do I have to remind myself that he's a rapist! I tell myself, hating that I get affected by him so easily. With every step Devin took towards me my heartbeat quickened and all I could think about was the way he looked at me. My lips suddenly felt dry and my knees felt twigs about to snap. And when he spoke my name oh Lord help me, his voice sounded so hot! "Caitlin what a surprise. Never thought I'd see you here, this isn't really your thing." He jokes. How dare he I never asked for this in the first place. I thought my common sense finally returned. "Me too Devin." Was all I said. "So how have you been?" He asks me crossing his really strong arms across his chest. I clear my throat and try to focus on what's real. "Well before you ruined my life, better." I say. "Don't be so dramatic." He says coming even closer and leaning down to whisper into my ear. "Were gonna have so much fun." I shove him away disgusted. "Where are you going, the exit is this way." He says enjoying my discomfort. A guy with blonde hair and brown eyes grabs my forearm and pulls me in the opposite direction. "I'm Caleb." He says flashing me a smile. When we reach the elevator I notice that there were three other guys with us that's five all together. It's bad enough that I'm a sex slave now there's five of them. That's great. I thought sarcastically. Isn't that how AIDS are made. I swallow disgusted by that thought. The events of these past two days floated around in my head. Overwhelmed, shocked, and, confused I was unable to wrap my mind around all that's happened to me in such a short period of time. once we make it out of the building the sun instantly warmed my face. When we reach a gray minivan I'm shoved into the car a little to harshly. I take off the monster heels enjoying the free feeling. "Where's Spencer?" Asked a guy with light brown hair and hazel eyes who was sitting at the wheel. The guy sitting next to him had blonde hair and green eyes. The door opened and and guy who must be Spencer climbed in. He had short brown hair and gray-green eyes. I have to admit these guys aren't bad looking but that doesn't mean I want to sleep with every single one of them. I gag at that thought. Devin takes a seat next to me all the way in the back. "Get comfortable this is gonna be a loooong ride." He says stretching out the word long. I tune out of the guys conversation and my mind drifts to a conversation me and Sam had a week before I was abducted it was about whose my soul mate. I never dated anyone and yes that means I'm a nineteen year old virgin. I've always wanted to save myself for the right guy at the right time. I guess that's not happening. No its not over. I'm not giving up hope. So what's the plan? I asked myself. I always have a plan. I'm not giving up my dream, my everything without fight. I'm not that easy to break I can give these guys a really hard time. I'll be such a bitch that they would just want to get rid of as soon as possible, they won't even want to rape me they'll just dump me somewhere. So that's the plan, be a bitch. What if it doesn't work? I ask myself. There's always a back up plan, and besides it would be fun to be a bitch and give them a hard time. For them that's like going easy on them, they deserve far worse. Somewhere in the midst of plotting my plan of escape I drifted off to sleep.
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I open my eyes and it only took a minute to adjust to the dark. Once I realized that I was lying in Devin's lap I shot up and put as much distance between us as possible. "What's wrong?" He asked me chuckling. "Why was I sleeping on you?" I ask him. "Relax I didn't do anything to you, you actually decided you want to put your head in my lap." He said as he laughed. I looked away. I remember once upon a time I fell for this jerk. I always thought that if we got to know each other it would change everything, that if we had the chance to fall in love he wouldn't be that cocky jerk. I'm a romantic and I believe that love brings out the best in people. I look at his handsome dark features. The sexy, dark, smooth, black hair. Those alluring, sexy, dark blue eyes. Those red, smooth, amazing lips... He is exceptionally good looking no doubt but that's not what intrigued me. It was the way he looked at me, that one day four years ago. I was beginning my sophomore year while Devin was a senior. I had just gotten my schedule for the year and happily walked to my second period class which was P.E and there he stood surrounded by gorgeous girls. I remember looking at him and thinking how typical for such and hot guy like him. I even rolled my eyes. But as class started and as soon as his eyes looked right into the depths of my soul I knew I was a goner. From that day on I would always catch him looking at me as if he was observing. He is definitely mysterious but that's what has my attention. Even now.
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Chapter 4#
We took an exit off the freeway and drove through the suburbs. We finally come to a stop next to a humongous mansion. I could probably make a run for it but the damn driveway is half a mile long. As soon as I step out of the car I took off thinking screw the driveway im not giving up my chance for freedom. I ran so fast that I'm pretty sure my p.e teacher would've been proud. I stole a quick glance behind me to see if they were gaining on me. Sure enough I saw Devin getting closer. I was starting to slow down. No I can't I have to try harder. I motivated myself pushing myself to run faster. I willed myself to pick up pace and as I made my way towards the end of the driveway and out into the streets my heart beat with hope and determination. I panted loudly and my legs get all tangled up as I felt myself trip. Nooooo!!! I thought as panic stirred inside my chest. I pick myself of the ground and just as I was ready to sprint off again I felt strong arms pick me up and toss me over their muscular shoulder. It was Devin. I began to scream and kick and punch him anything so he'll release me and give me my life back. But I knew none of that will happen because I'm his sex slave. The dreaded truth finally processed in my head and now I was freaking out. "Put me down!" I yelled hysterically as tears streamed down my face. He finally put me down and I realize I'm back in the driveway that leads all the a way to my nightmare. "There I put you down. Now shut up." He says harshly. I glare at him tears glistening in my eyes. "I hate you!" I yelled at him then I turn around and trudged towards the mansion.
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Devin's P.O.V
I stare at her as she walks away from me. After she told me she hates me I realized I needed a plan. A plan so she'll want me as bad as I want her. That first time I laid eyes on her four years ago I knew I wanted her. That innocent beauty. Those trusting and eager eyes I wanted her to look at me that way. I wanted her to want me. This whole bad boy act won't get her to want me even though good girls will always fall for the bad boy. I began to walk towards the house myself a evil grin plastered on my face as a plan began to form in my mind.
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I entered the big white mansion that was proven to be even more amazing than outside of the mansion. There was a parlor to my left and to my right was a waiting room. I venture deeper into this castle and reach a room with comfy looking brown luxury couches and a big plazma screen TV sat in front of the couches with a fireplace next to the scene. There were slide glass doors that led to a spacious backyard with a glistening pool in view. I turn to my right that led to a kitchen with an office room next to it. Above the office was a sprawling grand staircase leading to the second story. "Hey Zack where did you put the keys?" I heard Caleb call to the guy with light brown hair and hazel eyes who I now know to be Zack. In the light of the kitchen I notice a tattoo of a dragon on his left bicep. "Here they are." The guy with blonde hair says holding up the keys towards Caleb who was reaching for them. "Thanks Toby." He says. "Where are you going?" Asks Zack who had a beer in one hand. "Pick up some food." He replies. "Hey I'll come with you." Says Spencer. They head off the door slamming shut behind them. I look around and find the guys staring at me. I gulp with fear but I try to mask it. "You look like you just saw a ghost." Jokes Zack taking taking a sip of his beer. "You want a beer." He offers. I shake my head not trusting my voice to say anything. "What's wrong did you swallow your tongue?" Toby asks coming closer. I swallow the fear and take a step back shaking my head no. "Hey come with me. I'll show you to your room." Devin says noticing my discomfort. I just wanted to get away from everything. I follow him happy to get away from these guys. I'd rather be with Devin. I thought without really thinking. I frown frustrated with myself. We climb the stairs to the second level. He gives me a mini tour of the second floor telling me which room is whose "This is the quest bedroom." Devin says referring to the room next to the staircase that leads towards the third floor. "What no sex room." I joke sarcastically. But then I realize what I just said and shut my mouth. He pauses and turns around slowly with a smirk on his face. "Don't worry we have a sex room." "I wasn't worried." I muttered under my breath as I climbed the stairs. I felt his gaze bore into my ass. I roll my eyes and walk faster trying to escape the awkward feeling but only causing more unwanted attention to my ass. At the top of the stairs I waited for him to hurry up but he took his sweet time and made it completely obvious that he was staring at my butt. Finally he made his way to the top and looked me up and down with a cocky smirk on his gorgeous face. I look away annoyed. "Which room is mine?" I ask wanting to get away from him. He just looks at me wordlessly with no expression in his face then he answers. "Down the hall next to mine." Smirking he observes my face. I practically ran to my room glad to finally have some privacy. My room was as big as my two bedroom apartment back in San Diego. There was a big window with a window seat. I've always wanted one, guess I finally got it. It's not so great. Not when I was a sex slave to five guys. Not when my life was turned upside down.
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Chapter 5#...
I moaned as Devin kissed my neck....wait did I just moan. I sit up with a start. I need to stop dreaming about him. It was just a dream. I tell myself. A nice one I must admit. No that's nasty Devin's a rapist. I get up from the silky and comfy sheets and mattress yawning and stretching at the same time. I walk over to the bathroom. There was a Jacuzzi and a sauna in here! That's awesome. I thought but then I remembered where I was and my mood suddenly dropped. I step into the shower which was alone as big as my bathroom at home. I realized I was comparing everything to my home which made me miss it even more. I felt tears stream down my face. No not again I think to myself. Come on Caitlin be strong, crying won't do me any good. I tell myself. I turn on the shower and let the water pour over me washing away the dirt and hopefully the sadness. Only time can erase sadness. I just sit there and let the water wash over me with my eyes closed and for a few moments I felt peaceful. Relaxed. Something I haven't felt in a long time. After sitting motionless under the shower I finally get up and work on lathering my hair with almond and coconut scented shampoo. Next I went onto my body scrubbing myself with mango scented body wash. After rinsing off I turn the shower off and step out where the cold air hit me making me shiver. I towel off and put on and purple bathrobe hanging on a hook on the door. I look at my reflection on the foggy mirror. I look unclear and foggy. Like the girl that got sold into sex slavery, who is lost in a place she calls her nightmare. I look at my soaked, waist length, violet, brown hair and as the mirror slowly unfogs my features come into clear view. I have my mom's brown eyes that match my hair, and her short curvy figure. As I stared at myself slowly coming into view I thought that girl in the mirror is reflecting all that I am. And I was scared to lose her. To lose myself. "I still have myself." I say to my reflection. They might have taken away my happiness, my home, and my freedom, but they will never ever take me away. I will stand strong and fierce because I know who I am and they can't take that away from me. I raise my head am square my shoulders and make my way to the closet thinking. How the hell am I not terrified of what awaits me. I guess because it doesn't feel real yet. Because my mind still can't process this. I make my way into the walk in closet and my eyes scan the slutty clothes. Mini skirts and dresses, booty shorts, crop tops, and leggings. I look over my options and realize i don't have anything to wear. Did they do this to me on purpose? Where did they get all of these clothes. They must have prepared it for me. I stare at a crop top that was a bit longer than the rest. It had a low scoop neck and it was flowy, black with a floral pattern. I grab it and search for some bottoms. I mentally flip through my options, miniskirt. No way. I thought I never liked wearing skirts. Booty shorts. Definately not. Jeggings or leggings. Why does it matter both are going to look Slutty with a crop top. I take the gray jeggings that looked like ripped jeans. I get dressed and fluff my hair around then finally decide to put it into a messy bun. Inhaling a deep breathe then slowly exhaling I prepare myself for the worst and make my way to the kitchen. As I walk towards the kitchen the smell of coffee and pizza make my stomach grumble. I felt all eyes turn to look at me making me feel uncomfortable and exposed. "Hey Caitlin, why the long face?" Zack asks. He's probably the only one who noticed my sour expression while the other four are busy checking me out, God knows what their thinking about. "There's nothing to wear." I huff. "What you're wearing looks pretty damn good." Devin says winking at me. I cross my arms over my chest which makes my boobs spill out even more causing Devin to stare. "I look like a slut." I say loudly hoping Devin would stop looking at my chest. "Well pretty soon you will be." Caleb said. They all burst out laughing because they don't give give a shit. They'll be having a blast while the girl suffers. "Here have a slice." Caleb says in a taunting voice holding out a slice of pizza. I glare at him hoping he gets it but he really doesn't. He comes up closer to me. "Come on baby." He says grabbing me and pulling me closer to his chest. "Cheer up." He whispers his face inches away from mine. I push at him but he won't budge. "Let me go Caleb!" I raise my voice in frustration. He pinches my butt. "What the hell!" I yell and punch his arm. He tries to kiss me but I slap him full force across the face leaving a red mark. "Owww! Bitch!" He yelled at me. I turn and run as he tries to grab me. "Yo! Caleb! Just let her go." I heard Devin say. But I didn't stop running until I was back in my room. As I closed the door I sighed with defeat. I look out the window and think I could just escape and run far far away from this place. But I'm on the third floor and unless I'm willing to jump to my death there is no way in hell I'm escaping this nightmare. I close my eyes as they fill with tears, the reality, the nightmare, it all finally sank in. The silent tears poured out out from the deepest part of of my soul making me feel lost and alone.
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Chapter 6#...
"Someone needs to get her laid." Caleb whined as he pressed the ice to his left cheek where Caitlin had slapped him. She looks hot when she gets fiesty. I thought my mind lasping into a daydream of her all fired up in those leggings.... "I'm serious she has to see whose boss, or else she'll be slapping all of us if we try to get her in bed." Caleb said bringing me out of my daydream. "Take advantage of her." Spencer suggests. "And how do you suppose we do that." I ask him. "Take her out and get her wasted." He replies with a shrug. "Man she's not stupid she gonna know something is up the second you mention alcohol." I explain. "Yeah you're right Devin. Then what the hell just fuck her." Toby says. "You mean rape her." Zack points out. "Well not necessarily." Toby says. "That won't work." I say. "Okay so you have a better plan?" He asks me. Knowing Caitlin the only way she'd sleep with someone is if she loves that person. That's perfect. I tell myself. I know. Smiling maliciously I tell the guys my plan. " So I get her to fall in love with me then she'll willingly sleep with me." "How the hell are you going to get her fall for you." Zack asks. "I'll pretend to fall in love with her." I say proudly. "That's genius man, but I bet you a hundred bucks it won't happen." Spencer says with a cocky smirk. "Only one hundred." I challenge him. "Fine, five hundred." He retorts. I grin wickedly. "You're on man." I say stretching out my hand to shake on it.
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