Izzy's POV
Fuck. I really thought it was gonna work.
"Nothing... Getting fresh air.. Bird watching.." I said, closing the window.
"Justin, get the fuck in here." Daniel yelled, walking over to me and grabbing me by the hair.
"Can you not! Let go of my hair!" I yelled, pulling his hands off of my hair and stumbling back, I hated being man handled and that's all they've been doing to me here.
Justin came rushing in, the bruise on his face has gone from light pink to dark purple with in a few hours.
His eyes flickered to the window and then back to me, he put the pieces together.
"You just don't fucking learn, do you?" He gritted his teeth, walking towards me. "Do you want me to lock you up somewhere shitty? I'm fucking letting you stay in my own room with a bed, and air conditioning and heat, and you're gonna try to escape?" The more he spoke, the louder and closer he got.
"No, but I would appreciate if you took me home!" I yelled back, throwing my hands in the hair.
Grabbing my hand, Justin pulled me in close so that his eyes bored into mine. "You're never. fucking. going. home." He said slowly, shaking me with every word.
That's when it all really sunk in, maybe I really wasn't going home, ever again.
" Bolt that fucking window again. And you're gonna stay in here with her this time, don't let her out of your sight." Daniel said angrily, storming out of the room slamming the door.
"Get in the fucking bed." Justin growled, walking to the window and screwing the bolts back on, and sticking the screwdriver in a lockable drawer.
"Can I at least have a different shirt to wear?" I spoke quietly, looking down with my hands wrapped around my body.
"Here." Justin threw a big black t-shirt at me.
Taking it, I walked to the corner of the room. "Don't look.." I said narrowing my eyes at him as I faced the wall.
Justin's POV
I rolled my eyes as she asked me to not look, it's not like i've never seen a girls body before, i've seen pleanty of girls bodies before. "Just face the wall." I waved her off, leaning back against the pillows.
As she lifted her shirt off slowly, my eyes flickered from the bottom of her back to the top. Jesus Christ. Bruises lined from her arms to the side of her rib cage, I didn't even want to know what the front looked like. I didn't mean to hit her that hard, but she deserved to learn her lesson.
Looking away quickly as she turned around, I layed on my side and stared at the wall, letting out a loud sigh. I could feel the other side of the bed sinking in as she layed down.
Sitting up real quick, I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it across the room. Leaning down next to her, I reached over her, my chest touching her arm. I grabbed the remote and sat back in my place, but she didn't react. Which was weird, i thought kidnap victims were supposed to fall in love with their captors like they do in the movies? Or at least be turned on by someone as attractive as myself.
Izzy's POV
" What's your problem?" I heard Justin say over my shoulder. Turning over, I looked at him with a puzzled look.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I shook my head, turning back over onto my side.
"You're the only girl that I have ever met that doesn't want to have sex with me, is there something wrong with you or?" He said cockily, tapping my arm.
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Beauty and A Beating
Fanfiction"She’s not showing any interest in me and she looks like she doesn’t want to be here. Should I take off her handcuffs? I thought kidnap victims were supposed to fall in love with their captors?"
