Bay's POV
I watched, confused, at the man in front of me un-cuffing my wrist from the pole.. My kidnapper..
'Why me? why does this have to happen to me? What have I ever done to this asshole? Nothing. NOTHING!!! So why the FUCK is he...' I was suddenly pulled out of my thoughts by the feeling of my body being flung, landing on something cushioned and a sharp pain in my head.
"WHAT THE FUCK......!!!!!!" I let out and ear splitting scream, grasping the back of my head, then rolling into a ball and letting out loud sobs.
"I'm not done with you yet bitch." My kidnapper growls angrily. Howling in laughter.
"You got un-cuffed for a reason." He winks, and slowly starts walking towards me.
Unknown's POV
I hear loud screams, banging and squeaking of a bed coming from Damien's room.
"What the fuck, bro!? Some people are trying to sleep! You and your girl need to keep it down!" I hiss, banging against the wall inside of my closet, which is the wall in his bedroom.
I climb back into my bed and snuggle up into my blankets. Finally some fucking peace.
More screams erupt from the room, causing my head to shoot off of the pillow, hitting it against the headboard in the process. These screams were different though. Not pleasurable screams. Not screams of ecstasy. Screams of.. Pain?
I probably shouldn't worry about it. Damien likes to play rough with his girls.
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"Stop! What have I ever done to deser-" *SMACK* "Please STOP! Help..." The muffled female voice trails off in loss of hope. I jump out of my bed running straight to Damien's room, and breaking the door off its hinges.
"DAMIEN WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO!?" I scream, waving my hands like a mad man, towards the bloodied body on the floor. Damien whips his head in my direction, his eyes going from red to green. Coming out of his evil state.
He looks at the bloodied girl on the ground and tangles his hands in his long black hair.
"I-I don't know.." He whispers, shaking and backing away. The girls takes a chance, gripping a loose t-shirt from the ground, and runs behind me at a quick speed.
"Wha-what did I do...?" Damien whispers to himself. His eyes flickering from green, blue to yellow.
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Torn to Pieces
Jugendliteratur"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...
