"What was that!?" I yelled more high pitched than I even have before.
"Nothing that concerns you beautiful.." He stated running his middle finger down my cheek.
"Don't touch me." I yelled.
Mitchel rolled his eyes.
"You'll learn to like me in time." He stated and a evil.. smirk appeared on his ugly face.
Ew..
"Get away from me!" I yelled.
"Well I'd shut up or I'll make sure they shoot again!" Roger threatened.
"Who got shot??" I yelled.
"No one that concerns you. Don't worry... we're leaving your fiancee alone for a while until we can find out how to get rid of him." He replied.
"What do you mean get rid of him!" I screamed.
"Calm your hormones... You're just getting yourself more worked up than you have to be." Roger said calmly.
Asshole.
He threw me in the car and locked the door.
"Jayce!" I yelled.
Jayce ran out the door and started running towards the car.
The driver drove off...
I just felt tear drops falling down my cheeks.
What if he hurts me.
What if he rapes me.
Wbat if he even kills me.
Thoughts kept on pouring into my mind.
The next morning
I woke up in a dark room with a black carpet and black walls.
"God... gothic much..??" I asked as I sat up.
I pulled the covers over my whole body and curled up on the side of the bed.
I just trembled... too scared to even get out of bed.
I heard the rustles of keys outside the door and my heart beat took a power surge.
Crawling back under the covers I covere my head and pretended to sleep.
The door swung open and I felt a tear slide down my right cheek and the footsteps came closer and closer.
And closer. Bam. The person was standing right next to me.
They threw the covers off of me and there was a wave of cold air. It made me cringe.
"Get up whore." The person said in a manly voice.
I turned around and looked up.
There was a dark haired man standing there. He resembled my brother so much. It made me wanna cry.
I gave him a sad look.
"G0et out of the bed!" He yelled.
I rolled out of the bed and stood before him on the black carpet.
"Who are you??" I asked terrified.
"My name is Michael and I work for Roger." He explained.
"Why am I here??" I asked.
"That you have no business knowing." He said.
"I wanna go back!" I yelled.
"You are for Mr. Mitchel."
"I don't even know him." I said.
"Well come with me.."
I followed Michael out of the room and then he forcefully grabbed my hand.
"I'd watch what you say to me... I could have you killed if I wanted." Michael threatened.
"I'm sorry." I sighed.
"Sorry won't always make things better, little girlllll..." He snapped.
I just got tears in my eyes but I walked with Michael to a long downwards staircase.
"Where are we going??" I cried.
He's going to chop me upppp!!
"To your room! Stop the whining!" He yelled.
He took me down there.
The stairs were metal and I felt like I was in a fricken horror film.
Son of a vampire!
We got to the bottom of the steps and he pushed me into a corner.
He blocked the staircase so there was no way of me running.
Michael swung the door open and I looked aorund.
There were maroon red walls and a black carpet... again.
They must really like black..
"Get in! Master will be down in about an hour. There are clothes in the closet. Make yourself look presentable." He explained angrily.
"Ughhh stupid asshole." I whispered under my break loudly.
He walked closer to me and pulled the hair back from in front of my ear.
"I'd watch what you say around here.. or you won't even get a chance to go back."
I shivered.
He just gave me the creeps... ughhh.
He just watched me fro a second and then smirked.
He walked out and left me there.
Alone...
"Pshhhh this sucks." I whispered.
"I dont want to get ready." I said.
"Great now I'm talking to myself!" I said laughing.
"I love your laugh." a voice said.
My eyes gre wide and I stopped what I was doing.
That was weird.
"Just let it go, Max." I told myself.
This is a boring room.
"I miss you Jayce." I whispered.
"I miss you too." I heard.
"Jayce! Are you there?!" I yelled.
I started to cry. For once I actually missed them and wanted to go back.
I opened the closet.
I grabbed the first dress I saw. I was a short,simple back dress.
I put it on and looked in the reflection of the window.
"I look like shit." I whispered to myself.
"All of that crying makes my make-up smear."
I looked a little closer to wipe away the eyeliner.
There were two eyes looking right back into mine.
