He's mine (ON HOLD)

Chapter Sixteen

WARNING: This chapter contains scenes of violence, kidnapping, and  rape. Please do not read if this can trigger you in anyway.

"Hey." A man says from behind me.

"Hey." I say with a smile.

"What's your name?" He asks sweetly.

"I don't know." I laugh and make my way through the crowd. The music blasts loudly over the speakers. Everyone's body grinds against another as people take shots. The party was packed for a Saturday night. I hated going to parties, but my best friend insisted I come.

I come to the place where Emily last was and I don't see her. I look around and still can't find her. I pull out my phone from my purse. "Where are you Em?" I text her quickly.

My phone rings. "I took car home with somebody. See you tomorrow." She said.

I roll my eyes. She always leaves me behind when we go place. I shove my phone back into my purse and walk out the club. I hail a cab and tell him my address. The ride is quick and easy. I step out and walk quickly to my door. Before I can open the door, a hand reaches over my mouth.

I don't scream. I try to relax and make sure I don't provoke whoever this person. They turn me away from my door and point me toward a car. The trunk opens, and he places me inside. He yanks my purse away with my phone. He slams the trunk shut before I can see his face. The darkness engulfs my senses and I slowly adjust my eyes.

The trunk is completely empty and there is no light shining through. I want to cry, but I was raised better than that. I contemplate a plan, but I have no idea what my captures have in store, so I keep trying to relax my body.

The car abruptly stops, and the doors slam shut. I relax my breathing and get ready. The trunk pops open and reveals the man from the bar. He grabs me by my hair and pulls me out the trunk. I keep my face stern as he stares at me. "Can you tell me your name now?" He whispers.

I smirk. "I don't know." I say.

He pulls my head back further and starts dragging me into a building. I can't see anything, but the stars. I take in the sight because this might be the last time I see them.

Musk fills my senses as I'm continually dragged through the building. I can hear people talking and whisper as I pass by. This is either gang related or underground.

I'm pushed into a corner and felt a cloth thrown on me. I look down and its black pants and a black, long sleeve shirt. "Put it on." He says watching me.

I stand up and take off my heels. I pull my dress off and put the clothes on. I cross my arms and stare at him. He drops shoes on the floor. I put them on my feet and tie them up. I stand up straight. I won't let him get to me. I am stronger than I used to be.

He grabs my hair again and pulls me to this circle of people. They separate and let me through. A man is standing inside the ring with tape wrapped around his knuckles. I smile. An underground fighting ring. I crack my knuckles and get ready. I love a good fight. I fight to make money.

The man who captured me starts to speak. "This young lady will fight bear. It's a fight to the death. Place your bets." He says.

When everyone settles down and turns back to the ring. "Ready. Fight." He screams.

Bear charges at me and dodge to the side. He turns back around and places his hand in a fighting stance. I put my hands in front of my face and steady my fight. He swings at my face and drop down. I spring back up and throw a right hook to his jaw. He stumbles back and scrunches his eyebrows. I smirk and get back into position. He tries to charge back at me, but I dart behind him. As he turns around I throw my fist as hard as I can into his temple.

He drops like a sack of potatoes to the ground. I get on top of him and start hitting him until I see blood. They won't let me go until he's dead. I feel someone grab me and turn around and hit them. Another man drops to the ground. I start punching him, the cracks I hear fueling my rage. Suddenly, my arms are pulled behind my back and a needle is inserted into my neck. I can feel myself drop to the ground and my eyes close.

I wake up tied to a bed. My arms are tied above my head. My clothes are missing from my body. I already know what's going to happen, so I prepare my body for him to enter. The door creeks open. I see the man walk in and smile. "You can call me daddy." He says in a seductive voice.

"Or I can just not call you." I bark back.

"You will call me daddy or be punished." He looks stern.

"Or I can just not call you." I repeat once again.

He walks over and smacks me across the face. I don't grimace or move. Nothing he does will break me. I lay my head back on the bed and stare at the ceiling.

"How do you know how to fight?" He asks.

I stay silent and ignore his question.

"Why didn't you fight against me?" he sounds more curious.

"You have a gun in your right-side waistband. You also have a knife in your boots." I say calmly.

"You're smart." He walks over to my body. His hands glide up and down my side. "You are also very, very pretty." His lips graze my neck.

I scrunch my face in disgust.

"Let's hurry. My girlfriend would be really mad if she comes in and sees us together." He laughs and takes off his clothes.

I feel him climb on top of me. I can feel his member rub against my clit. I want to run, but I can't so I keep my face neutral. I won't let him get to me. I never had sex before, so I brace for the pain to come.

He shoves himself inside me and hold my scream inside. It feels like someone is tearing me apart from the inside out. I turn my head sideways and stare at a clock. He continues to pound me and abuse me. He finally pulls out and I feel him cum on my body.

I feel a sense of release that it's over, until the door bursts open revealing a tall, black haired woman. She looks around and her face twists into pure rage. "What are you doing?" She screams at the man.

"She told me to." He points towards me.

I laugh and roll my eyes.

Her gaze shifts towards me. "So, you seduced my man." She says with a menacing tone.

"The fact he kidnapped me and then raped me, tells me a different story. I know you're going to beat me so hurry up." I say and yawn. I know how this works. This has happened before, but never got as far as rape.

Her face distorts even more, and she walks to a dresser. She pulls out a lighter, cigarettes, and a metal rod. She walks over to me. "Let's have some fun."