Captive

seventeen » m o n s t e r

"When a person tells you you hurt them, you don't get to decide you didn't." — Louis. C.K.

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Tough chapter guys, I cried a little as I wrote this. Please prepare yourselves. Listen to Future by Paramore as you read this, it's on the side or on the top.

WARNING: RAPE.

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Octavia

       Demi sets me down and let's go of my neck, I gasp for air as she shoves me back to Wilmer. Wilmer grabs onto my arms again, not letting me go as I breathe.

       I watch as she walks back to Jesus, and pauses in front of him. She looks at him, up and down, letting her eyes travel his body. Demi then reaches up and cups his cheek in her hand, she gently caress his cheek as she says, "You're really handsome."

       "Don't touch him!" I snap, fighting against Wilmer but he keeps me pinned with my arms behind my back.

       Demi ignores me, and Jesus moves his head away from her, but Demi grabs his jaw and forces him to look at her.

       "Fuck you." Jesus says, his bloodshot eyes filled with tears as he looks at her, anger and hate in his eyes.

       Demi smiles and chuckles softly. "I'd rather fuck you instead, darling." Then she grabs him, spinning him around and making him walk.

       "What? No! Let go of me!" Jesus shouts but Demi ignores him, pushing him to the hallway.

       "Demi! Let go of him! Stop it!" I say, my heart starting to beat quickly in my chest as I watch her take him into a bedroom.

        "Bring Octavia, Wilmer!" Demi says, and she shoves Jesus inside. I grunt as Wilmer pushes me to follow them, and once we're inside the room. Demi pushes Jesus down on the bed. Wilmer forces me onto my knees, his hands on me like iron.

        "No! Wha—stop! Don't do—" Demi raises her hand and slaps Jesus across the face. I wince at the sound and she grabs his face, she leans down to whisper something in his ear. Horror filled Jesus's eyes.

        "Demi! Come on! You have Wilmer! Don't force Jesus into this!" I say and she reaches down, grabbing Jesus's pants and taking them off. "Demi please!"

         "Close your eyes, pequeña." Wilmer whispers into my ear and I watch as Demi grabs two handcuffs from her pocket and locks Jesus's wrists to the bedpost. He shouts at her, struggling against her and squirming, trying to fight but Demi just keeps pushing him down. Once Demi is satisfied that he isn't going anywhere, she sits up and unbuttons her jeans.

       "No! No! No! Please stop this!" I say, shaking my head, my eyes filled with tears. This was me a day ago, and now Jesus is paying for what I did. "Please!"

       "No! Get off of me! Octavia!" Jesus screams, his voice filled with fear as he struggles, Demi kicks away her jeans. "Octavia help me!"

       "Jesus! Wilmer fucking let go of me! You gotta help him, he's underage! He's my age! Don't let her do this! Wilmer!" I scream, struggling against Wilmer's hands but then he goes on his knees behind me and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his body. He reaches up and covers my eyes as I started to cry.

       "No—Just—Fuck! That hurts!" Jesus screams painfully and I sob, collapsing against Wilmer's body as he screams. The bed starts to make noises and I could hear Demi moaning or grunting.