Damien's POV
I woke up to the sound of metal pounding against metal and a high pitched shrieking.
You've got to be kidding me...
I drag myself out of bed and make my way to the basement. Each dreadful step I take, leaves me regretting getting out of bed.
I reach the basement door and slowly open it, each inch the door opens, a terrible creaking follows as the shouting and banging hush.
Once I'm in her sight, her eyes widen in fear. Exactly what I want.
"What the FUCK is your problem?" I question harshly, raising my tone and putting emphasis on fuck, causing her to quiver. Her eyes trail from me and meet the cold dirt floor that I am standing on.
I slowly make my way over to her, regretting every step I take because I don't know what dangerous capabilities I have.
Bay's POV
My kidnapper took dangerously close steps to me, making my body quiver. Once he reaches me, he slides to fingers under my chin and turns my head to meet his eyes.
"What's your name sweetheart?" His evil tone sent chills down my spine . 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 your business." I built up the courage to sound confident even though dep down I was beyond afraid, not knowing what was going to happen to me because of my attitude.
"Answer me." He demanded
"No." I leaned forward.
"So you won't answer me? We're gonna play this the hard way then."
"Try me." I said feeling even less confident, on the inside.
He walked dangerously close to me, until I was backed into the wall. He's hands traveling to the hem of my shirt and slowly lifting it.
"Still don't wanna tell me your name, love?" He smirks. I smirk back and shake my head, no.
He lifts my shirt over my head and throws it into the corner. His eyes deviously traveling my chest. He slowly leans down and unhooks my bra, runs his hand over my stomach and to the hem of my pants, where he quickly unbuttons them, sliding them off. His touch is soft and his hands move slowly across my body.
His hands run the length of my legs, sending me into a trance of pleasure until his fingers pass by the hem of my panties, snapping me back into reality.
"BAY! MY NAME IS BAY! NOW GET OFF OF ME!" I scream, while kicking him off off my body, which is still in the chair where I am cuffed to a pole.
"No, no, no. Too late for name telling. You've already started this game, now it's time to finish, bitch."
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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...
