My Therapist's Son,

My Therapist's Son, [11]

That night, I heard a sound.

I stood up slowly, heading to Ryan's room to wake him up, but something moved behind me. I screamed, and I felt a strong pain in the back of my head as I fell to the ground. 

***

 I woke up in the back of a car. My legs were tied to each other around the ankles as well as my arms around my wrists. A single piece of duck tape wrapped across my mouth. I let out a scream, but it was muffled. The driver of the car turned in his seat smiling before turning his attention back to the road before us.

"You're up." He laughed.

I tried to talk, but I knew no one would be able to understand the words that attempted to come out. The guy, who was in all black smiled. He had on a mask, where I could see his eyes and mouth. I watched his smile grow, but his eyes stayed dark. They were almost black in color.

He pulled the car to the side of the road, and he turned to face me.

"I have rules." He smirked, "One, no phones. If you have one, I take it."

I nod in understanding. My phone was in my purse, which was most likely at Ryan's still, since it wasn't with me at the moment.

"Two, no screaming. If I take the tape off, you have to be quiet."

I nodded again, tugging my hands out.

"Easy there. I'm leaving you tied up. But, I'll take the tape off." He leaned closer to me, and I closed my eyes. I was so scared. And the tape ripped from my mouth, causing me to let out a painful cry.

"Are you scared of me?" He chuckled, and I closed my eyes tighter, wishing Ryan was there to save me.

***

"And here's your room," The man--Trevor, I had found out--led me into a dark room. There was a dim light in the corner glowing just enough to light up a small bed without blankets or pillows on it, "You won't spend very much time in here, if you're a good little girl. You'll be in my bed."

I closed my eyes, letting out a small whimper at that thought.  I couldn't handle rape, yet again. I nodded, climbing into the bed. He had, thankfully, untied my limbs when we exited the car so his neighbors wouldn't see me "in distress". I was suprised that I was in a neighborhood.

When the door shut, I cuddled up in the corner. And then I heard a voice.

"Mia, I'll get you out of here."

I looked up quickly, scanning the dark room for any figures. I was searching for the owner of this voice that was speaking. "It's me." There was a pause, "Ryan."

***

Ryan and I huddled in the corner. I refused to let him touch me, epecially after the visions of what was to come later in the evening.

"How'd you get here?"

"The same way you did. I guess Trevor's wife Angelica took me. Someone hit me over the head, and I woke up in a small car. She brought me here and said that you and her husband, Trevor, would be arriving shortly. She said I wasn't allowed to talk to you, so be quiet."

"Okay." I whispered, allowing myself to rest my head on his shoulder.

The door swung open. "I see you two have reunited."

"Y-Yes Sir." I whispered, and Ryan's arms wrapped around me protectively.

"What are your names?"

I burried my head in Ryan's shirt.

"I'm Ryan, and that's Maria."

"Alright, Maria. Let's go. Up."

"Where?"

"Let's go."

He grabbed my arm, tugging me to my feet. Ryan grabbed my waist and tugged me back down.

"Don't touch her."

And Trevor pulled out a gun. I whimpered, seeing as it was facing Ryan. "Let me go, Ryan. It's fine." I cried, being pulled out of the room.

***

The door opened, and I was shoved into the room, stumbling forward. I was naked--that's how Trevor wanted me. Ryan jumped to his feet, pulling me into a giant hug before realizing I was naked.

"You're naked." He laughed, looking down at my body. I slapped his shoulder. "Don't look."

"Mia, it's pitch black in here, I can't see anything. I just can tell there's no close between us."

"You don't have clothes on either?"

"No, Sweetie. I had my 'fun' with Angelica."

"Oh." I whimped, clinging to his naked body.

"Did he hurt you?"

I cried. I grabbed onto him, and I cried. I was scared, in pain, and I felt violated.

"Don't touch me." I whispered, pushing myself away.

"I can get us out of here. But, you have to trust me."

Ahhh...

So, I'm sorry. This is short, and NOT my favorite chapter. I have plans though, so you'll have to have faith in me. This chapter is horrible. It's freaky, it's dirty, it's gross, scary, short. Everything.

 

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