A dream hidden behind a sweat shirt

Chapter twenty five

*Molly's prospective*

I woke up. I was in a house. I knew this place... This was in Lynn's basement. My hands where handcuffed to a bed and I was on the floor resting my head on the bed mattress. Well this is it. I spent all day or night I couldn't really tell curled up in that ball. I cried a bit then I thought about my life. And then I waited. I knew I would be in pain or die. Wasn't really a easy way out of this. Then I heard footsteps.

They creaked down the stairs and my eyes fixed on the door.

"Fee." No not this. A footstep was right at the door

"Fie" door creaked open his dark silloutte appeared there. I prayed to god to help me.

"Foe." He stepped forward. He was right Infront of me the blue eyes scanning me like I was a meal. I probably was.

"Fumb." He held out the ending and took hold of my hair ripping me up standing. The hand cuffs cut into my wrist and I cried out.

"That's right whimper like the wench you are." My lip quivered.

"Remember when I used to feel self pitty for myself when I hurt you... Yeah I don't anymore. You will be my well I guess you could actually call it a slave. You'll sit in this room and eat only when I tell you too. I will come down mostly for pleasure only and you can't talk unless tell you too."

Why can't jasper find me already? I know it's only been a day but it sucks. Tears threatened to slip down my face and I quickly shut my eyes and tightened them as I felt a hand touch my jaw. I was scared to look at him. The more I studied his face and the cruel desires inside of him the more I'd remember. The more memories there would be. The more nervous break downs. The more stares. The more whispers. The more deformed I'd get. I couldn't bring myself to do it. I'd die before suffering.

"Look at me." I shook my head violently

"Look at me slut!" I opened my eyes and immediately had anger flowing through my vains.

Slut? Who was he calling a slut? I have never been with a man before except for him and jasper that with him it was against my will.

"That's what I thought. Why'd you die your hair?" He started playing with my hair.

"ANSWER ME!" He slapped me and my head flew to the side. I winced

"I-i thought it'd be cute."

"Well it's not your actually quite ugly." Ouch that was cold.

"Actually I'm thinking we will cut off all your hair and die it black." My mouth fell open at that.

"Close your stupid mouth it's only suppose to be open when your giving me pleasure." I closed it as quickly as I could. He unlocked my hand cuffs and took me out of the dark room. He lead me up stairs and tied my hair back in a pony tail. Then cut. Snipped it all off.

"Good now we just need the dye." He smiled a horrible smile and sent me back to my room locking me back up in that place you could classifie as hell.