Mystery Girl

16. No...

He stood in front of me, staring starte into my soul. I never would have thought I'd ever be this scared of someone that wasn't my parents.

"Hey there pretty." I said a smirk sliding on his lips, "It's time to have your punishment, form yours truly, the sexy Jace."

So this kids name is Jace eh? Well he as sure ane't as sexy as Sam.

He slowly took a step closer making me back up, "STAY. THE. HELL. AWAY FROM ME!!!" I squealed. Wait? Did I just squeal?

He took a step closer and leand down, inches from my face. I scooted back, trying to wiggle away from this situation but, my plan back fired when I hit the wall.

"No escape now prinsess, no one gonna come save you. So, just give up, and give yourself to me already." his smirk widend.

I smirked back at him, "The only way I'd ever give myself to you is when I'm dead, and all that's left is bones. So, just give up... And go fuck yourself ya dick."

His smirks lowered but then when back to his stupid cocky smirk once again, "Why would I fuck myself when I could fuck you instead, princess?"

"Cause you don't have a chance in fucking me asshole."

"You're right I don't." he took another step forword, our noses touching now, "but I could do what ever I want with you... when you're tied up that is."

My eyes widened as he grabbs my hands annd pull them them above my head tying something tightly around them.

"WHAT THE FUCK GET OF ME ASSHOLE!"

He grabbed my legs and pulled me across the floor till I was on my back completely.

He straddled my hips as his hands went slowly up and down my waist.

I wiggled around trying to get out from underneath him, "GET OFF ME!! NOW YOU PER-" I was cut off by him slamming his lips against mine, only it wasn't like Sam's loving one. I was cold.

I froze like a doll, unable to move. He pulled away and sarted nibbling my ear, then dragged hot, wet kisses down my neck to my collar bone.

"Get off" I cried.

The only response I got was his fingers grazing my waist and sliding under my shirt, pulling it up.

"STOP IT YOU BASTARD!!!! GET YOUR SLIMY HANDS OFF ME!!!"

He didn't listen and pulled my shirt above my breasts, showing the skin no one has ever seen.

"What a nice body." he raised his head up and looked at me in the eyes with an evil smirk, "To bad it'll be ruined when I'm done."

He dropped his head and trailed his tounge from my pants line to the bottom of my bra.

"Fucking get off me..." I whinned, feeling a few tears run down my cheeks.

He skimmed my arms to my waist and pulled something out of his pocket.

A knife, gleamed in the light.