𝐿𝑜𝓊𝒹 𝒮𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒

Chapter 13: Taking a pick

Fuck me, I was being crushed by him. Here I was in his bed fighting back the sleepiness I felt. I tried wiggling my way out his grip but he just made his arms snake around me tighter. "I'm sorry! I'll go back to the room just let me go!" I was freaking out.

"No,"

Does this man know any other words besides no?! "I scurried out of your room just like you wanted! P-please I... I won't leave my room anymore!" I need to relax black spots are invading my vision again. But for the love of me, I was losing it! What the hell is wrong with me?!

"No," he said with the same emotionless tone while squeezing me tighter and for some reason, I stopped squirming not wanting to be crushed . "So, pain calms you? I shall make a mental note of that," I felt his ego getting bigger.

"A-are you suggesting I'm a masochist?" I said quite shocked but he ignored me carrying me downstairs. The maid that got me from the room stood there, shocked, almost fearful. Me, magically escaping out my room was not something good on her part and knowing him he connected the dots right away which meant she was in a shit load of trouble.

"You want to explain how the fuck she got out of her room, May?!" His voice boomed through the kitchen making both of us jump in fear. She kept her head down afraid to look him in his eyes. He dropped me to the floor and walked over to her "When I ask a question you answer that shit!" He snapped

"I L-let her O-out," I'm pretty sure she was shaking but I was too business rolling back in forth due to being dropped like I was nothing. When I sat up a sharp pain attacked my head. Another man walked past both of us and got in her face.

"You fucking dumbass! One more and your fucking history! We are not busting our balls just for you to make decisions that could fuck everything up! Know your goddamn place before I have to put you in it again!" My heart hammered in my chest from his yelling. His voice was powerful and full of threat. I'm pretty sure he shook the house with how bad he's pissed off. "You know what's your fucking problem? You've always been a damn fool your whole life. And every time you fuck up you give bullshit excuses! Fuck off and go do something you're good at!" She had tears streaming down her face while she ran upstairs out of sight.

He turned to me with murder written in his eyes. Until well -I don't know anyone's name except for Ace - he glared at me "She is far too weak to do anything right now and so she poses no threat." If I'm so weak why am I here? As he stated I pose no threat. "I have other plans with her but for now take her back to her room,"

Wait what? Why don't they just kill me?! I rather be dead than continue to suffer like this! I wanted to scream at them that I want to leave but all that came out was my tears betrayal. "Inform the others and tell them to meet in the living room," He said dragging me by my arm. Within a couple minutes thousands of men appear from every corner I was shocked and worried. "You may choose who you prefer to watch your every move,"

I blinked confusedly at first until I realized that he was in fact quite serious about me choosing someone. I gazed everyone's face but none of them look like they are someone I would want to be around. What the hell am I even saying all of them would kill me without a second thought. I gazed once more until I seen those piercing green eyes. Yeah, he might hate my very existence but in a way, he owes me one. Although, my confidence shrunk "U-um, him" I pointed to Ace. Anger flicked through his eyes immediately making me cower back in fear.

"Congrats looks like this bitch chooses you like you're her first Pokémon. Too bad she didn't pick me I would've had extreme fun with her," This Russian guy definitely wants me dead!

"Everyone except Ace is dismissed!" His voice bellowed making the room shake. It was only three seconds before the room was completely cleared making Ace and I the only ones. I plopped down on the floor hopefully to hide my presence, stupid, I'm aware. I looked at him again to see he was gone! I released the breathe I didn't know I was holding and used the couch for support. The taste of iron filled my tongue and next thing I know I was bent over coughing up blood. I stumbled into the kitchen searching for a rag I didn't want to get tortured of making such a disgusting mess on the living room floor. Ace had left me alone wondering in my thoughts. There were different men coming and going out the living room some shared me a vicious glare while others looked at me sharing their sexual innuendos with their tongues.

None of these men looked trustworthy. And them carrying a bloody man proved my point. "What do I owe the pleasure of such a beautiful and defenseless woman?" I felt a hand rub my breast roughly. His breath absolutely stunk and his grip got tighter.

"Let me go! I am not yours to touch!" I snapped wiggling in extreme discomfort. These men had absolutely no control when it came to sexual desires.

"Don't be like that, I'll fuck you into oblivion. Won't you love that?! It'll only hurt if you struggle!" He laughed grouping me roughy. I squirmed around vigorously attempting to scratch him. He chuckled lowly and pushed me to the floor and straddled me pinning my hands above my head. "Stop moving so hard you're making it hard to attack you,"

Suddenly his assault halted and he was removed from me while I was pulled up "If that's all you can do no doubt you'll get raped. Men here take what they want without caring about consequences. Next time I won't interfere, consider yourself lucky at the moment." And with that, the mystery man left.

I got a few stares from people but most of them didn't even spare me a passing glance. Ace had a great sense of timing seeing as he just arrived showing a slight spark of confusion. He raised my shirt up inspecting my body. "You seemed to be alright now just slight shaken up," he sighed "I apologize for my absence I was called upon for something important. Why aren't you in your room anyway? You seem like a corpse walking around more than anything,"

I was perplexed at how different his personality seemed. He didn't seem as vicious and scary as before but instead calm. "Why are you so... amiable towards me?" His stare turned into stone making my skin crawl.

"You find this amiable? You must've been used or been found annoying to others as a kid. That must be why you are so quiet and mute. And your voice isn't strong when you talk it's very low and soft. You must've not had a lot of friends either," He chuckled light

But little did he know he was right. I stayed quiet and went back to the island. I was weak but that shadow harbored in my heart was something I've always had. My complains or concerns I voiced a lot to my friends they found annoying. That's why whenever I had those complaints or concerns I keep them to myself because, in reality, nobody cared. Whenever I stopped talking they figured something was wrong but they never knew and I didn't tell them because it's not like they care not even Jasmine. Even when I said I was going to snap they would ask do I want to vent to them about it but why would I? I would just end up annoying them. And because I'm stubborn and petty I just shut up completely when it came to talking about myself. I've gotten a little better now but it brought back memories I hated as a child.

"Did you even hear a word he said, bitch?" A thick Russian accent brought me out my thoughts. He laughed and smacked my face playfully like it was yarn. "Aw, can the bitch not talk? Anyway, he wants to speak with you don't keep him waiting," he teased leaving me with Ace.

I managed to clear my head and I started making my way to the stairs knowing I would probably end up falling to the floor regardless of what I did. The black spots never did never leave my vision and neither did this bone-crushing headache I kept.