Damien's POV
"Stop! Let me go, PLEASE! Why are you doing this to me!?" She screamed, thrashing her legs out, kicking me a few times and pounding on my back with her small fists.
"Shut it!" I growled. My cruel hand reached up and violently punched her in the side. Her breath hitched as her screaming hushed and she began whimpering.
"W-why are you d-doing this t-to m-me..?" She stuttered out as she softly started crying.
I ignored her question and stopped at the door, pulling out my keys and unlocking it. I threw her into the truck and ripped the blindfold off of her tearful face. Her eyes held one emotion.
Fear.
And I don't blame her. I'd be afraid too. Especially knowing what I'm planning on doing with her.
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Torn to Pieces
Teen Fiction"What's your name sweetheart?" He asked with a hint of evil in his voice. I refused to answer. I will not give in to anything he is trying to pull. "I asked you a question. Answer it." He raised his voice. I laughed deeply, "My name.. Is none of yo...
