Made For You [COMPLETED]

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: Monster

I'm so sorry for the late update. I had finished writing this chapter before but Wattpad decided not to allow me publish it and one way or the other they deleted it. So I had to rewrite it and deliver it to you ASAP. I'm sorry for making y'all wait this long.

Warning:

I really don't want to give any hints but it's necessary.

So there will be violence, rape and murder scenes respectively in this chapter and the next. Though I won't explicitly write about them yet it's important to warn those who don't like reading stuffs like that to not read it if you ain't capable of doing so.
Thanks. Enjoy....
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Julia's POV

I blinked my eyes open and closed it the moment the sun rays penetrated into my eyes.

Everywhere was dark and the only source of light is the open spaces in the dented rooftops. I once again opened my eyes and let them get used to the rays. When they finally got accustomed, I glanced around.

It's a big room, wide and spacious. One that looks like an abandoned warehouse. Wait, it's actually an abandoned warehouse considering the amount of rusty, old metals piled up at the far end.

I tried moving out of my position but was pulled back by a restraining force. I'm tied all over to a chair.

Oh no!

The last few hours events came rushing at me.

I was supposed to be at the park, having a good time before being kidnapped here by some rough looking guys.

God, Ken! I can't see him anywhere close. All I can see is space.

The smell of cigarette smoke attacked my nose all of a sudden like a knight at war, making my senses go numb. I tried to swallow and keep my throat from getting any more dry only to choke and cough out instantly.

My little coughing resounded in the whole room and I heard a faint call of my name.

I looked around, into the far distance of the room but found no one.

"Jules," the voice came out louder this time.

"Ken," I squint my eyes the more but didn't see him. Not even a glimpse. "Where are you?"

"Thank goodness, you're alive," he said. I wanted to giggle so big but can't because this is no time to do that.

"I can't see you Ken, it's too dark," and I'm scared, I muttered to myself.

"I'm behind you, our chairs are tied together."

Ken's head touched mine lightly from behind. I turned my head, stopping at the point my neck could possibly reach.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, remembering he was punched in the stomach.

"I can't feel my legs, it's like all the strength from there has been drained." he replied.

I sniffed and whispered a small sorry. He was trying to protect me but got punched.

Everywhere fell silent again.