Taken

I dont think he knew

Ashley's P.O.V

I know it was wrong but it really did feel so good.

It stung at first but then it turned to a releasing sensation. I liked it.

I had made 4 deep gashes into my lower left forearm, which were now bleeding immensely. I wiped up the bright red blood and quickly bandaged it over with some materials I had found in the first aid kit.

I soon realized I still had my dress on from last night.

Shit I forgot I was wearing this. I sprinted out of the bathroom knowing no one was in my room anymore, and headed towards the wardrobe. Wow. It was a walk in, and massive!

It had a digital keypad which I assumed controlled the door and other cupboards, its own private changing room, and oh my god the clothes, the shoes, the everything! It was unbelievable to say the least.

I typed it a random number on the key pad and the draw closest to me opened. Funnily enough it was full of multi colored sweaters. I grabbed a pale pink one and chucked it on. I'm not really a fan of washed out colors but hopefully it would match my skin a little better and not show how pale I actually was.

I then managed to find the pants draw and picked out a pair of sweat pants. I didn't look the most attractive but who was there to impress?

I knock at the door caused me to jump. When they knocked a second time I had already closed the wardrobe door and hiding behind the dresser curtain.

My breathing hitched when I heard the door being opened.

'Baby girl, I know your here'

I held my breath not wanting to make a peep.

'Baby let me rephrase that, I know exactly where you are here.'

He's bluffing... Isn't he

'You have three seconds to come out or i'll get you out'

'3'

He's bullshitting.

'2'

I think.

'1'

Shit.

A strong hand grabbed my arm and I squealed out of fright and pain, as he had grabbed my left one.

I stumbled into the arms of a confused looking Justin. The confusion turned to sadness, then to anger.

'What the fuck is this Ashley!' He yelled as he pointed towards my arm.

'It's-ah-well...'

I didn't know how to say it.

He pulled the bandage off in a second and just stared at the bloody cuts running up my arm.

His eyes suddenly turned to sympathy and he pulled me in for a strong hug.

'Why?' he mumbled into my shoulder

'You' I simply answered

I felt his body tense up, and his grip suddenly tighten.

'What do you mean 'you', he growled

'I mean you're the reason, Justin you ruined my life! You took me away from everything I had and loved, and for that I hate you. I hate you with every ounce of blood in my god damn body!'

His hand swung into the side of my face before I could say 'fuck'

I stumbled to the ground, clutching my cheek as I did so.

But he didn't stop there. He followed it up with two hard kicks, one to my right ribs and the other to the stomach.

I winced in pain, while trying to catch my breath. Obviously Justin had other plans as he grabbed me by my hair and swung me onto the bed.

I began to thrash around but a swing to the face stopped me immediately. This time he'd swung for my nose. Blood started gushing out and I screamed in pain again. As I tried to wipe the warm goo away I had no idea what Justin was doing until I felt my panties pulled down and a hard, thick something shoved inside of me.

Please no.

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I felt weak, tired and pathetic. After Justin had finished with me he had left like it was nothing. It wasn't at all nothing. Did he not think twice as why I was screaming out in pain, why I was so damn tight, or why I wasn't contributing even though he was yelling at me to...

I don't think he knew.

I was a virgin.

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Little bit of drama going on here Isn't there. Sorry it's a little short I've been busy as.

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-Louisa