Maisie was your normal senior.
Lots of friends, loving parents, good grades.
Everything was perfect.
Until one party changes everything.
She's taken.
He's obsessed with her and everything about her.
But she just wants out.
...
Before I can even react, I'm slammed to the floor. I grab my stomach in pain, the pencil still in my hand. His foot makes contact with my stomach once, twice, three times. "Let's try that again, shall we?" Anger builds up inside me. I slowly stand to my feet as he stands in front of me.
"Do you understand?"
In an instant the pencil that I was once holding was now lodged into his shoulder. He screams in pain as the other man rushes over to help him. My eyes fly around the room. Lamp. I grab the glass lamp slamming it down onto the other guys back, causing him to fall.
I knew I was gonna get it bad, maybe even killed but at least they knew it wouldn't be easy and that I'm gonna continue to fight until I get the hell out of here.
Cole rips the pencil out of his shoulder, fury taking over. He's gonna kill me. I stood on the other side of the bed defenseless. Cole stands up along with the other man.
I regretted doing what I did now. I could tell they were gonna kill me, there was no question in my mind. Cole begins to walk around the bed towards me as I scoot closer towards the corner. All my courage was completely lost at this moment I just stood there and cried.
He presses his body into mine harshly as he speaks. "Dylan, leave." The light haired boy stands there in shock and anger. "She hit me too Cole. I have the right to punish her as well." His fists were balled by his side. "Then I shall double the punishment, now leave." Their eyes make contact with each others before Dylan exists the room, mumbling curse words under his breath.
"You're lucky I'm in a nice mood today darling, because otherwise I would rip your throat out." His face was inches from mine as he spoke. "But don't think you won't receive a punishment." He smirks as his hand grips my wrist harshly. I wince in pain as he shoves me onto the bed. He slips off his blazer, throwing it to the side so that he was now left in a blue button up shirt. (Below)
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He calmly walks over too me. I flinch as he kneels next to the bed, grabbing my chained ankle. He brings out some sort of key from his pocket and shoves it into the keyhole, unlocking it.
He doesn't hesitate as he rips me up from the bed by my arm. He drags me out of the bedroom and down a flight of stairs. I fought the entire way, knowing it would only make him more angry. He leads me through the front room and through the kitchen to a small door. He pushes it open. He shoves me through the door, causing me to fall down the stairs that lead down there. I wince as he drags me by my hair towards another door. He opens the door throwing me in. It was nothing like the main basement, it was tiny and dirty. Pipes hung out from the walls and there was a few boards of wood on the floor with a wool blanket throw over the top. There were no pillows, just a few dirty sheets. (Below)
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My eyes widen as I hit the ground. He shuts the door before I have a chance to say anything, locking it as he does so. "Stop! Please! Don't leave me here! Please! I'll listen! Help! Let me out!" I scream over and over banging my fists against the wooden door. I soon gave up, flopping down onto the wooden boards. Tears flooded down my face as I tried to calm myself.
