Revenge... (Clinton Cave.) 16+

6.

Marie's POV//

I slowly open my eyes, my vision blurry, a banging headache was present and I couldn't move. I blink a few times in attempt to clear my vision, only seeing a strip of light from a door that was cracked open. I shiver, looking down at my lap and seeing the strip of light land on me. I see my dress was torn, my hands bonded to the chair and so was my ankles. I stifle a cry, starting to panic.

I try to pull at the fabric on my wrists, tilting my head to the side in confusion of the situation I was in.

"h-help!" I stutter shakily as I try to shout as loud as I could. "Please!" I exclaim. Nothing but silence.

I cry, looking around this dark room. I see nothing.

But then I hear creaks on the floorboards above.

I tug harder at the restraints on my wrists and ankles until my skin turned red raw from all the friction.

I absolutely hated this situation. I had no idea where i was, no idea who i was with, what the fuck happened last night?

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But then to my surprise, I see the door creak open a little bit, a male silhouette blocking the light that once shined on me. "Finally awake then, slut?" I hear a raspy, just awoken, voice. I whimper, unknowing of what to say. So then the man switched on the light, and that's when I saw Clinton from last night...

My eyes widen in shock, then shaking my head. "l-let me go...please..." I stutter helplessly. "No fuckin way." He shook his head, coming towards me slowly. "I believe your father owes me something. Something that he won't give to me, you get me?" Clinton cocked his brow up at me as I looked down at my lap, my body trembling.

"What has this got to do with me! Its down to my father, not me!" I began to complain, Clinton then forcing me to look up at him by my jaw. "Are you dumb?" He knelt down to reach my height. "I'm using you as a way to get what I want. Blackmail. If he wants his 'oh-so-precious' daughter back alive, he'll give us what he wants." He spat.

My eyes widen once more.

"you're sick." I spat back. "You're so fucking sick." My voice trembled.

"Do you want to get out of this chair or should i leave you in here, freezing fucking cold for another hmm..." Clinton pauses. "9 Hours." he continued.

I instantly shook my head, my eyes shining that scared look.

That's when I feel his hand from my jaw groom lower, landing on my neck. "I'm sorry." I whisper, closing my eyes. "What was that, I couldn't hear you." I hear him mumble. "I said i'm sorry please let me out." I spoke louder.

"Beg." Clinton whispered.

The hand that was on my throat started to gently squeeze, causing me to lay my head back. "I-I'm sorry! Please let me out!" I shiver. "Please!"

"More!" He demands.

"Please Clinton! Let me out!" I choke back tears.

That's when i see Clinton return to his normal height, and stare down at me, his hand still squeezing upon my neck.

He tuts. "Gosh, you got me hard a little when you said my name like that." He let out a dirty chuckle. I look away and shake my head.

"Let me go." I mumble one more time.

And with that, I feel the release of my wrists first, then my ankles. "Don't think you can get to any wacky shit, slut." He stared down at me, his hand still upon my throat. "You hit me, I'll have no choice but to punish you. You hear me?" He shouts, myself nodding the best I could. "Good." He removed the hand and allowed me to stand up straight.

"We need to speak rules, pretty one." Clinton mutters, I look up to him nervously then back to the floor as he led me out up into the 1st floor rooms.

He sat me down on a sofa in the living room, I took this as a chance to look around.

The room was posh yet modern, full of music type posters, guitars, saxophones and like rock bands that he was probably into. But then I caught on, this is a big clubhouse. The floors were cold with laminate flooring, and the whole atmosphere felt weirdly unsettling. The sofa was a cold leather one, causing goosebumps to arrive when I sat on it.

"Mitchel is coming down now. He's gonna handle you for a little." Clinton wore that smirk he always seemed to have at the moment. Moments later, I hear feet thudding on the stairs, and that's when I saw the man. Mitchel.

"Remember me?" He mutters. "Seems like you enjoyed my cocktail." He sniggered. "Maybe you'll like something else." Mitchel looked over at Clinton and they smirked at each other then looked back at me.

"I'm not hungry for cocktail sausage thanks." I look at Mitchel then Clinton. You could see that they were hurt by this.

Mitchel stormed towards me, forcing me to look up at him via my jaw. "You're lucky we have rules to tell or i might have to fuck you right here right now!" He spat.

I gulp, closing my eyes. "What makes you think i'm scared." I mumble, I fuckin knew I was gonna regret that.

Mitchel looked back at Clinton then back towards me. "Lord, you're cocky." He grunts. "I hate that." He spat once more.

I tilt my head and look back at him, "What are the rules?" I quickly tried to change the conversation.

"no, no , no." Mitchel mutters. "You want to be a cocky bitch, right?" He looked back towards Clinton again. "Then let's show her what they get, huh?" He smirked.

I close my eyes and mutter endless curse words under my breath. I knew i'd regret it.

//END OF PART SIX!//

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