Los Angeles; ksimon

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A/N
!Trigger warning for this whole chapter!
(It gets dark, but the next chapters will be lighter I promise)
Also the person who copied this story has thankfully taken the book down, thank you all for your help and support <3
XIX
"No! Get off of me!" I scream and kick as the man holds me against the wall, just to have him cover my mouth with his glove covered hand.

"Be quiet." He growls and I whimper at his tone of voice- tears streaming down my cheeks as I continue to struggle against him, but his grip just tightens.

I cry loudly as my vision becomes blurred, and soon enough I blackout- waking up a while later on the hard pavement, feeling dirty and used.

I curl up into a ball and cry heavily, the only thing I can hear being ringing in my ears as I notice blurry footsteps approaching me-

"Simon!" I jolt up in bed as I hear JJ call my name, my shirt soaked with sweat and my breathing heavy.

"What?" I breathe out, looking over at him to see his eyes wide with worry and his hair a disheveled mess.

He goes to speak but then stops, frowning as he places a comforting hand on my shoulder. "What were you dreaming about?" He asks.

"What do you mean?" I murmur, shifting uncomfortably as I look away from him- bringing my hand up to my face and biting at my nails.

I could still vividly see the man's face in my head, I can still hear his voice whispering vile things in my ear.

It was something I never talked about with anyone, not once.

And I didn't want to tell JJ about it, god knows what he'd do to any of the men that were involved.

Not that I wouldn't mind them being killed or even tortured, but if he fails to get them, they'll just come back looking for me again.

"Simon, tell me." He places a hand under my chin, making me look back at him- his eyes still filled with concern.

"Don't look at me like that!" I bite my lip as I feel it start to quiver, yanking away from his grip and wiping under my eyes quickly as a tear falls.

I stand up from the bed quickly and put my head in my hands, my head pounding as I drop down to my knees.

"Pretty boy..." The man purrs as he drags a finger under my jawline, a devilish smirk playing on his lips.

I just whimper quietly and blink away the tears that clouded my vision, the cold metal of the knife he's holding against my neck making me swallow dryly.

He just smirks at my nervous state and places a quick kiss on my lips, an evil smile spreading across his face.

"Fuck!" I cry out as I move to lean against the wall- dragging my knees to my chest and resting my face in between them, starting to cry quietly.

I don't see it, but I hear the quick draw back of the covers and a pair of footsteps rushing to me- strong arms wrapping around my small frame.

"Shh, it's okay, it's gonna be okay." He whispers, rubbing my back comfortingly as he holds me close to him.

"You're safe now."-

"You're safe here with me, Simon." I quiver at the man's tone- his thick Australian accent making it worse somehow.

"All away from the evil, cruel outside world." He murmurs, his hands starting to drag down my already bare thighs- making me cry even harder.

"You are the evil and cruel in the outside world." I snarl back and wince as his hand wraps around my neck, a evil laugh emitting from him.

"Did you not learn your lesson from the first time you snapped at me?" He growls and I just shake my head, tugging against the ropes that bound my wrists together.