"Now, tell me, pretty face," Zack started, as we sat on Alex's couch in the basement, I glared at him.
"Don't call me that, my names Emory." I said, in a tight voice, Zack looked like him... and that made me hate him more than I could explain.
"Jeez, sorry, Emory." He nodded, and I nodded back, "First, how old are you?"
"Eighteen." I said, slowly looking around the room, we were the only ones in here, I nervously played with the hem of my shirt.
"I'm not going to hurt you, and do you plan to escape."
"No, I'm just confused on why I'm here..." I said, I've been through enough torture in the past year.
"I'm Zack Merrick, brother of George Merrick, your rapist, the one your brother Aden murdered, so I figured 2 brothers could play at that game, not that I am going to hurt you or anything, just keep you here, for fun." He smirked and my skin literally crawled, please don't do that to me, my mind screamed.
"Don't rape me, please don't rape me." I begged, tears in my eye, "Please, I'll be good, just don't."
"I don't rape people, I'll just keep you here, just to get to your brother. Did anything... anybody come from my brother raping you?" He asked, what would he do if he found out... "Was there?"
"Yes..."
"Give me the name." He demanded, should I really tell him, what if he goes after her?
"You have to promise not to go after her."
"Name, no promises!" He snarled, I was terrified of this man, but should I say anything. "I will not stand for you not answering me."
"Chloe, her names Chloe. I will hurt you if you go after her, I swear to you, I will kill you!"
