Staying Under The Radar

13| Useful

13| Useful
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Madison Calley as Amber Frayser (Song is the next image^)

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My grip on the little piece of wood was so tight, that I took a literally meaning to becoming one with nature. The strips of the broken piece was digging into my skin, creating a burning sensation. Get a grip girl! You can do this. Strike him when he's weak. I thought over the drumming of my raving heart.

The words echoed in my head as Neil grabbed a chunk of my hair, pulling it down with unnecessary force, dragging my head with it.

"Answer my question!" He growled. The spit from his mouth landed on my face causing me to grimace. It was probably the only thing I actually understood that came out of his mouth, and it wasn't words.

"I'm already f'cked up in the head. You can't do much damage." I spat both, figuratively and literally. For someone who was alone with a man twice her size, I was making some bold moves - bold impulsive moves - and that scared me slightly for some reason.

The next thing I knew, I was pushed up against the cold concrete wall. He grabbed me by my throat, hoisting me up. The veins on my neck and head throbbed. Not only was he restricting my breathing, but trying to behead me in the process.

"You have a smart mouth for such a stupid girl." His eye trailed from my eyes to my lips. He smirked then returned his half gaze. "Let's see how useful that mouth of yours is."

I clenched my jaw so hard, I feared I might have pushed my teeth deep into my gums. Yep, definitely bold and impulsive. Who says manners gets you anywhere?

I laughed hysterically, causing Neil to tighten his hold on my neck - causing me to choke on my back flow of air.

"What's so funny?" He sneered. The only light in the room was glowing the light from outside the room peaking through the gap under the door. The dim light reflected off his bared teeth. I could just imagine the fury and anger radiating of him as he squeezed even harder.

"Nothing." I shrugged. He must have been tired as he dropped me to my feet. He was a foot taller than me, but I was the one with the advantage. Taking a hold of my shoulders, he slammed my back against the wall hard. "Ow!" I winced at the impact as my head banged against it too. "You know, that's not the meaning of 'bruk af yuh back'." He slammed me against the wall again. My shoulder blade ached. "You're not very clever are you?" Ow! Ow! Ow! Sh't! "If you kill me, how are you going to find out?"

"Shut up. What was so funny?" Levelling his head with mine, his smoky breath wafted through my nostrils causing me to gag at the mixture of tobacco and marijuana. "You think I'm stupid?"

"Okay. It's just that - who calls the shots around here?" I paused. The more I spoke, the worst the sting in my neck stung. "Mario, I presume." I chuckled. "He's got you wrapped around his finger. You can't even f'ck who you want to f'ck without his say so." I edged closer to him, raising on my toes to meet his uncovered ear. "I guess you're his little b'tch." I whispered in a sing-song manor.

He didn't respond straight away, as he let my revelation sink in.

"You don't know jacksh't." He retorted.

"Clearly I don't. I mean, aren't we here because he said you could 'do whatever'?" His hands were by his side, but he still managed to corner me with his body. "I mean," I paused, I slipped the piece of wood into the bottom of my dress. It was partially ripped, but tight enough to hold it in place. I reached for his hands, gently and slowly. "I'll let you do whatever." He didn't move when my hands found his. "Anything you want." He was silent. Too silent that I actually thought he had turned to stone to how tense he body had gotten. Although, perhaps what little of his imagination probably running wild with devilish acts and a sense of him being in control for once.