Kidnapped (Scomiche)

Ten

Day 50

"Lady's and fags!" Tyler starts. "Today is Mitch's fifty day anniversary!" He cheers. Scott looks like he wants to punch him, and Kirstie stays quiet. "I think he deserves an extra special day."

"You touch him and I'll rip you dick off and shove it up your own ass." Scott threats. I sigh.

"Will you? Not if your locked up all day while I take Mitchy over here as my own." Scott gets up, I pull his arm back so he is sitting.

"Stop, Scott." I warn. "Just leave it."

"Kyle, put them back in the room, I want Mitchell." Tyler grabs Kirstie, ripping her up from the chair. She squeals. It obviously hurt her, but I slap him.

"Don't touch her like that!" I yell.

"As long as I can touch you, then I'm fine." He smirks. Scott gets up again, coming closer this time. Two security men grab his arms, pulling him back.

"Fuckers." Scott says. "Put me down." They pull him even further away, and at this point, I don't want him to leave, so I grab his shoulders.

"Mitchy." Tyler says. "If you don't leave him, I'll hurt little Kirstie so bad she might not wake up." I look to Kirstie, she is looking down, then look to Scott.

"Go." Scott says. I attempt to kiss his cheeks, but the guards push me away. I scoff, but go back over to Tyler.

"She can stay in here. Mitch, we'll take this to my room." He smirks. I look down, but go to hug Kirstie before we leave.

"Don't worry about me." I whisper to her. Tyler grabs my waist, roughly pulling me towards him. He picks me up, forcing my legs around his waist. I look away in disgust. He carries into his room, dropping me by the bed and onto the floor.

"Ow! What the fuck!" I yell.

"I missed the bed. Trust me, that won't hurt nearly as bad as you will tomorrow." He says.

I was used to this, being used for sex by Tyler, but he was hurting me to the point where I had to bite my lip to keep me from crying out in pain.

Forcefully moving back and forth, occasionally biting down on my neck so hard it draws blood. It hurt like hell.

I couldn't contain it anymore, I scream. He looks at me, but keeps going, only making me scream out in pain even more.

The door bursts open, and someone runs in and throws Tyler off of me. He throws many punches at him, his mouth and nose start to bleed.

"You ever hurt him again, I'll fucking kill you next time." He says. God damn it, Scott. Tyler nods, surprisingly.

"You can take him." Tyler says. Scott scoops me up, I cover my parts with my hand. After we leave the room, I speak up.

"Please let me walk." I say.

"But you're hurt."

"I know. I don't like this. Please, Scott." He nods, putting me down. He peels his shirt off, handing it to me.

"Cover yourself." He says. I wrap it around my exposed waist. He grabs my hand, continuing to walk down to our room.

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"How did you get over there without being caught?" I ask. "And how did you even get out."

"Kyle came in here, begged me to do something. He didn't like the sounds he was hearing in the room, and when I heard them, I hated them a whole lot more. He distracted the other guys while I went to get you."