The Bad Boys Secret g/d

chapter 3 (part 2) cravings

sorry, I split the chapter into two, just cause :)

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Hannah's POV

as I skulled the bitter tasting drink, containing who knows what, it burned down my throat, making me gag a little before I turned back to the guy who I was with.

"you like that baby girl?" he said with a mischievous smirk.

I raised an eyebrow at him. what's his angle?

as I looked around I started getting slightly dizzy, things started moving and I couldn't really figure out what was going on. i could hear everything fine, but my eyesight was fuzzy and more colourful than usual.

I don't even want to know what was in that 'drink'.

as I tried to shake myself out of the hallucinating eyesight I felt a firm hand grip my arm and was pulling up some steps. I heard the music quiet down when a door was closed behind me. and locked...

my eyesight was slowly become less fuzzy but I was still out of it.

I suddenly was pushed onto what felt like a bed, considering it was soft and I didn't hit the floor like a bag of bricks.

then I felt my hands and legs being tied to the opposite corners of the beds. I would have tried to do something but at this point I didn't know my left from right.

"your all mine now baby girl." a heard a deep, sickening voice say into my eat, sending shivers down my spine. Not in a good way. He was also clearly drunk af to, telling from how he slurred his words.

im fucked. literally...

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I suddenly woke up to the great pleasure of a heavy body landing on me, making me grunt in pain,

FYI the 'pleasurable' part was sarcasm.

my vision became less blurry quickly and I could see who it was that was cradling my lap, even though I knew who it was before that.

his name was Jackson McGee. the guy who gave me the drink. he's apparently one of the guys who hangs out with Grayson and his mates, he sells drugs and stuff and gets into fights a lot. he doesn't go to out school, I thankfully.

I squirmed and tried to move my hands and legs but they were still tied up, leaving marks on my wrists and ankles.

"your not going anywhere," he smirked, "I thought we could have some 'fun'." he added.

this was not going to end well.

I saw him pull a belt from behind his back and he slapped it across his hand and winked.

I think he was dropped as a baby. clearly more than once...

he started to pull off his shirt and through it onto the floor of the bedroom.

okay this is some serious fifty shades of grey shit right here.

"HELP!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, still struggling to free myself.

"shhhh." he said, putting his finger over my mouth. he smirked, before hitting my across the stomach with the belt in his hands, making me grunt in even more pain.

I kicked my legs and hands and body around as much as I could to try to throw him off me, my knee must have hit him in the crouch because he grabbed it and squinted his eyes.

not long after he hit me in the face with the belt. leaving a red mark.

"next time you get a fist!" he yelled in my face, as his spit flew into my face as well.