Making the call

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Grace P.O.V
Today was the day. Ben had left an hour ago and I knew he would be gone until tomorrow. I grabbed my phone from its hiding spot. I quickly dialled Colby's number. He answered right away.

"Colby I don't have much time please track my phone." I begged him. Out of nowhere I heard the front door open. I begged him to hurry and hung up right as Ben burst through the door. He saw the phone in my hand. My eyes went wide as he made an inhuman noise like a growl. He slammed me to the ground. I cried in pain as a piece of glass from a broken beer bottle dug into my back. Noticing this Ben forced all his weight onto me so the glass got stuck in my back. He shouted angry curse words at me before punching me in the ribs. I tried to protect my face but he called in one of his friends to hold my arms down as he continued beating me up. One particular punch to the head made everything fuzzy. I barely realized that Ben was dragging me to the pole in the corner of the room. Then he handcuffed my wrist behind the pole. I was to dazed and confused to realize he had torn off my clothes.

"Andy go get my special knife!" Ben shouted and grinned maliciously at me. I cringed backward when Andy came back with the knife soon enough Andy left and Ben was carving words into my skin before plunging the knife into my skin. I screamed loudly before Ben shoved a sick into my mouth. After he was done cutting me he started gripping me. I winced in pain. With no warning he plunged into me and I tried to scream but it was muffled. I was close to passing out when I saw a dark silhouette. The last thing I saw was Ben getting ripped off me and heard Colby's voice telling me to keep my eyes open.

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