Your's Only

Caught

His hand slid underneath my right leg, slowly pushing it away from the other. His warm, yet tender lips leave wet kisses in-between my thighs as he lets his fingertips trace between my lace, black panties until slowly pushing them down as I moan out his name, while still leaving wild, irresitable, wet kisses between my legs.

My hands clawed through his damp, wet hair. "Miles!" I moan out louder ,this time. His fingers begin to tease me as he lets a finger enter me, slowly ,but roughly. My head moves side to side, joyfully as he pulls out two fingers and slowly pushes them in.

"Shhh," he softly commands, pulling both fingers out of me. My head goes up, looking at his crazy black eyes in this darkness.

I begin to worry, un-controllably. "Whats wrong?" I nearly choke on my words.

"There's someone here." his palm is out, squeezing lightly against my leg. "Stay here, don't move Angel." he calls out, quietly. His hand escapes my leg, as he slowly lifts himself off of me and begans to quickly slide into his black, drained jeans. The only sound that is heard is the harsh rain pouring on our rooftop and draining on the concrete in little but loud drops of rain.

"Miles, maybe we should call the police?" I suggest grabbing the blanket beside me, to cover my half naked body.

"Why? I can handle this." even in the dark, I can tell a smirk glues on his lips. "Whatever you do, do not get out of this room. I mean it Angel." he opens the bedroom door, creaking on his way out down the stairs with only a pain of jeans on.

My heart races when I hear the sound of a large chandelier ,collapse and break into a million pieces. Miles should know by now, I suck at listening to orders as I slide on my black panties and grab a white, silky robe before I rush downstairs.

"Miles?" my voice breaks at his name. My eyes first glue on the 4, bulky guys torturing Miles. Two are behind him, holding him back while the rest are throwing mean fist punches straight through his stomach.

"Skyla-r" Miles chokes out blood as soon as another heavy fist, runs through him. "Run." his black eyes are full of venom, as he tries to escape them. But their too strong, and too tall. My hands cover my ears, as soon as I hear a crack in Miles rib cage.

"No, stop hurting him!" I cry out, feeling my eyes go numb as hot, tears stream down my face. "Stop! Please!" my hands tighten around my ears, blocking away the sound of pain from Miles screams.

This is all a dream, wake up Skylar! Wake up! Its all a Nightmare!! I scream in my head, squinting my eyes shut and trying to escape the daggers chasing and entering my heart.

I feel warm, fingertips trace around the front of my colar bone as they heavily breathe behind me. "So, so this must be the famous Skylar, Miles has been going off about." I hear him brag, knowing my ears have been released and are held behind my back by the mans rough hands.

I try and wriggle my way out of his grasp, but there's no use. Everytime I try and escape, Im being pushed back against him harder than before. So close I can smell, a spicy, minty aftershave.

"Are you ready Skylar?" the man breathes a gust of wind, right below my neck sending plenty of goosebumps down my spine.

Im afraid to ask, knowing I've got wet tears continuing to slide down the angle of my face. "Ready for what?" I regret the question ,the second it escapes my lips.

"Miles didn't tell you," I feel a smirk pressed against my earlobe. "Naughty, naughty Miles. He is always forgeting things and ....arrangements." one of his arms, releases my hand and crawls to the front of where I tie up my robe.

"Don't you fucking dare!" Miles screams as I try and shout for him to let me go. "Let her fucking go! If you fucking lay a single finger on her ,I will make sure to pull everyone of them off when I get my hands on you!!" Miles goes blood red, not feeling or caring about the multiple of punches that are running through him leaving purple ,open bruises. "Don't do it!"

"Don't do what, Miles?" the un-known man slowly un-ties my robe as I cry out for help. Nothing works and as soon as the robe is un-tied, my elbow goes through the mans ribs as Im set free to run.

"Leave the boy!" I hear the man call out behind me. "Get the girl! I want the girl!" he screams as I run into the kitchen and hide under the table. My only hope now is that the power will cut off, or Miles will come after me. My palm squeezes my lips, forcing absolute quiet in the kitchen. I try and take multiple breaths to calm down my heart beat, but its racing faster than anything I've seen or ever felt before.

I see black boots, walk around the kitchen table, slowly. I want to let out a scream ,a little anger out of me. "Clear," I hear one of the guys say, before they leave the kitchen.

"You fuçking didn't check properly! What do I pay you idiots for!" I see formal, black shoes haunting me under the table. "Oh, Skylar!" the man calls out ,while I hear Miles screams in the backround. "Come out, come out wherever you are?" he waits for a sound.

When I feel like his gone, my legs are caught and my screams are louder than ever before as I'm being dragged out from under the table. Before I can get a scream ,another word out, a white handkerchief is placed against my lips and right below my nose. And the last sound I hear is Miles, screaming for my freedom as I slowly begin to doze off and see nothing but pitch balck, darkness.

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