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Psychopath Ben

Psychopath Ben-

My breath hitched in my throat. My mom? She was alive? How was that possible? And wouldn’t Ben have already killed her by now, it was I don’t know, 10 years since I’ve seen her!

Questions flooded my brain as my thoughts jumped to different conclusions. Ben watched me, amused. Before I knew it, there was a knock at the door. I looked at it desperately. Once Ben responded for them to come in, the door creaked open slightly.

At first, 2 uninteresting men walked in. I stared at the door as I heard a muffled scream and kicking. Finally, in came a woman that looked about the age of 30 years old. She was fairly young and had my same chest nut colored hair, although her hair was sticking out in every direction.

 She had big, innocent brown eyes that were filled with pain and bags underneath. Wrinkles started to form at the ends of her eyes and her hair had a tint of grey to it, probably from stress. Her frame was so small and it looked as if you touched her, she’d break.

Our eyes connected and I felt a strong pull to her- the kind of pull I felt to Ethan and Aunt Abby, my relatives. “Mom.” I said my voice just below a whisper. Tears escaped both of our eyes and my mom ran towards me. I quickly got up and ran into her arms. It felt so odd hugging someone I barely knew, yet she was my mom and I felt as if knew her forever.

Before we could fully hug, the guards violently pushed my mom away from me. She yelled and tried kicking the guards, but it was obvious she was so weak. Ben grabbed me from my waist and pressed me up against him. His cold, stale breath tickled my ears as he spoke and silent tears fell down. I was so scared.

“Now now, don’t want to get too touchy. She’ll be dying in a few days anyway since I have you now.” He whispered in my ear. My eyes opened widely and I screamed, “NO! You sick bastard!”

He grew furious and struck my head with the butt of his gun. My memory clouded and I felt hot blood oozing down from the side of my head. “Take her out.” Were the last words Ben said and the last thing I could remember was my mother, screaming for her life, trying to save her daughter she had just met in nearly 10 years.

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I woke up, startled. I lay in a comfy bed with red silk covers over me. I was dressed in a lace tank top that showed much of my skin and a pair of shorts that revealed much of my legs. Ben lay next to me, stroking my cheek. I quickly shut my mouth before I could scream.

Instantly, tears started pouring down my face in streams. Where was Zach? Suddenly, an idea struck upon me. I tried using my mind-link.

Zach? Zach? Can you hear me?

No response.

Zach, please, respond if you can hear me! I pleaded desperately.

I then realized he probably couldn’t hear me if he wasn’t within a 3 mile radius. I sighed as I realized Ben staring at me intently. “Did you get a good sleep, little mate?” he said. I shivered when he said that, and certainly NOT in pleasure.

I quickly shook my head, afraid that if I opened my mouth something would slip out causing Ben to get into his anger-issue mode.

“Good.” He said as he inched closer to me, his lips centimeters away from mine. I close my eyes as much tears started to pour out of my eyes. He lips brushed onto mine hard. His lips were chapped against mine and I had to stop myself from throwing up.

He licked my bottom lip, and when I didn’t open he bit very, very hard. I cried out in pain, positive my lip started to bleed. He smirked against my lips and continued to kiss me.