A Surprise That Changed Her Life

Chapter 42: What?!

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Violet's POV

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I was pushed unceremoniously on the bed, placed against a paint-chipped wall in an adjoining room. The breath was knocked out of me because of my already aching body. As I panted to get the pain under control, I heard rustling and when I looked up, I gaped in horror, forgetting the pain.

This can't be happening to me!

Ashton stood at the foot of the bed in nothing but jeans and they were unbuttoned. His arms were covered in dozens of tattoos, some colourful and some not. A disgusting smirk was plastered on his nasty face, "So what you say, babe? Ready?"

"Please, please, let m-me go. . . Plea-se don't do t-this," I hated to hear myself this vulnerable.

He stepped closer and ran a finger down my face, "Don't be like that, Violet."

I frantically looked around for a escape, but found none. The room was empty except for the bed which creaked loudly with every tiny movement.

"You can't escape. And one tiny detail dad forgot to mention, if your screams went out of the room, you'll be answered with Brad's," he chuckled and lit a cigarette.

I gawked at him. How could he laugh in such conditions? How could anyone be this cruel? This Mark fellow really has no soul.

Ashton climbed into the bed and I cowered back.

"Let's test the efficiency of dad's plan," and with that, the bastard placed the cigarette on my arm, while holding my arm so I couldn't move away.

I screamed in pain, as tears stung my eyes once again. The smell of tobacco and burnt skin made me want to throw up. The pain was sharp and throbbing.

Before he even removed the cigarette from my arm, we both heard the sickening sounds of punches being thrown. I gasped in horror while Ashton shrugged nonplussed and threw away the exhausted cigarette.

Once the sounds of hits stopped coming through the open door, Ashton turned to me, smirking, "Let's get to business, shall we, Violet?"

"Please d-don't," I pleaded again.

The only answer I got was a shove, making me fall backwards. A small yelp left my lips as my head hit the beaten mattress. I didn't get much time to think of the pain it caused me nor of the hits Brad received. It all happened so fast. One moment I was trying to gain my breath back and another, my shirt was torn all the way down to my stomach and Ashton's mouth was on mine.

Disgusting!

I instinctively fought back, but I didn't have much strength left. All air left my lungs when he violently groped my body, hitting dozens of bruises during it and not even realising it.

Not realising it or not caring. Most probably on purpose.

Tears welled up in my eyes and started escaping from the corners of my eyes like prisoners from the jail. Bile rose in my throat and I had to work hard to keep it down. His lips were violent like his hands, forcing mine open and taking things from me that I wasn't willing to give.

His tongue kept busy and slipped into my mouth, leaving a disgusting taste in my mouth, while his hands worked faster than his tongue. I was already rid of my yoga pants and my torn shirt was barely there anymore. I was practically left in my underwear.

His mouth left mine and trailed down my neck to the valley between my breasts. I cried out in agony as he sucked on the skin there.

Just as he reached down to maybe tear up my remaining clothes, I heard a loud bang from the outer room and all my struggles stopped, my body froze and my eyes widened.

"Anyone who moved even a muscle will be shot. Surrender now!"

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