Addictive

Trapped

*Your POV*

         I felt cold, I reached to pull my blanket over my head only to realize it wasn't there. I rolled over only to see the man that was here yesterday. I jolted upright and moved backwards, ultimately falling off the bed. I heard a roaring laugh emerge from the other side of the room. I peeked over the mattress to look at him.

     " Good morning princess." He chuckled.

     I stood up slowly and sat back on the bed, pulling my knees up to my chest. I just stared at him, no words came to mind.

     " What's your name?" I croaked, I cleared my throat trying to make the irritation go away.

      He leaned back in the chair crossing his arms. " Brent."

     I nodded slowly. " Why.. am I here?"

    " Do you always ask so many questions?" He scoffed.

    " Yes, what do you want from me?" I tried to sound confident. Thankfully my voice didn't betray me.

    Before I could react he jumped from the chair in one swift movement. He wrapped his hand around my throat, pushing me against the headboard of the bed.

     " Watch your fucking tone with me princess, or this will get ugly." He snarled.

    I tried to pull his hand away, desperately gasping for air. He chuckled and squeezed my throat before releasing me. I coughed, trying to get air back into my lungs. My hand went to my throat, rubbing where his hand just was. I looked to him and he was glaring down at me, a cold, sadistic smile plastered on his face. He throws a paper bag into the bed and starts to walk to the door.

    " Put that on. If you don't, I'll have one of my men come in and do it for you." He sneers looking back at me before closing the door behind him.

     I huffed, frustrated and opened the bag. Inside were short Jean shorts and a very low cut, revealing tank top. I started at the pieces of clothing dumbfounded. Why in the actual fuck does he want me to wear these!?

       There's a knock on the door. " I don't hear any changing." Brent chuckles.

     I quickly get off the bed and change into the clothes inside the bag. I try to adjust the top as best I can so my boobs don't fall out. I sighed, defeated.

     " What the fuck kind of joke is this?" I growl lowly to myself.

      A pair of hands snake around my waist, pulling me back into a hard chest. I gasp, I didn't even heard the door open.

     " Well don't you look sexy princess." Brent whispers in my ear.

    I shudder, trying to move away from him. All that does is cause him to further tighten his grip on me. One of his hands start to trail down the side of my thigh. I feel myself freeze up, why was this happening..

     " Are you scared yet?" Brent's hot breath fans against my neck. I shiver, trying to pull away again. He chuckles, pulling me into him so my back is flush with his chest. " You'd better be."

     He spins me around to face him, in one swift movement he pushes me backwards onto the bed. I try to get up but he's much faster then me. He straddles my waist and grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head. I can feel my heart beat starting to race. Tears start to well up in my eyes, I try to blink them away but it's no use.

     " Please.." I say barely above a whisper, " please.. you don't want to do this."

    He leans down so he's mere inches from my face, " Oh, I really do."

    The tears start to freely flow down my face. He readjusts my wrists so he's holding them both with one hand. I still can't manage to wriggle free. His other hand starts to go up my shirt. I can feel his lips brush against mine, before he gets the chance to press them to mine the door flies open.

     " Boss, we got a problem." A tall man says from the doorway.

     Brent growls, " I'm kind of busy here, can this-"

     " This can't wait." He says urgently.

     I hear him curse under his breath as he gets off of me. " I'm not done with you princess." He says following one of his goons out of the room.

    I pull my knees to my chest, I just lay there and cry until no more tears will come. I pull a blanket off the bed and wrap it around myself. Brent had taken my pyjamas I was wearing earlier with him. Probably so I couldn't change back into them.

       I looked down at myself and cringed. I wasn't used to wearing such a revealing outfit. I tried when I was a teenager, but my dad always made me change before I left the house. He wouldn't insult me or say I looked trashy or like a whore. He'd just say he wanted to keep me safe. Was this the reason why? Had these men always been working with my dad. The better question was, why the hell was my dad even working with them?

      No matter what he did or didn't do, I still missed him. The way he used to leave sticky notes everywhere, so I wouldn't forget anything. Even if it was just to say 'I love you'. The times I'd wake up late at night not able to sleep and we'd sit outside eating icecream and looking at the stars. I missed that side of my dad, I didn't know who this man was Brent claimed to know.

     A shiver went down my spine at the thought of Brent. Was he actually planning to.. I couldn't even bring myself to think about it. I was just thankful for whatever happened to pull him away from me.

     I pulled the blanket around me tighter and sat in the chair by the window. I gazed at the sun setting behind the horizon and sighed. Is this how I'd have to live from now on? Why was I already loosing hope? I'd only been here a little over a day. I keep my eyes trained on the people moving around outside. It was the first time I'd seen movement since I came here.

     The dead silence was broken by the sound of a gunshot going off. My head snapped to the door. What the hell was that?

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