The Bad Boy's Princess ✓(Completed)

Her Story (chap.11)

Kierra's POV

I woke up feeling someone's eyes on me. I don't move. I just stay still remembering what just happened. "I know you're awake Princess." His voice made me slowly open my eyes to see him leaning over me staring at me. "Hey," he whispers to me. I smile and mummur back a small "hey".

He pecks my lips and i blush. "Ready to hold up your end of the deal?" With those words, I froze. I really did not want to tell him about my past. But I guess a deal's a deal. Here goes nothing.

Flashback: (two years ago)
It's the first day of summer! Words cannot begin to describe how happy I am to be free from that school. I just finished my 9th grade year. Only 3 more to go.

I wake up and do my normal routine. I go downstairs to see a sticky note on the refrigerator. It says my parents went to the doctor with my little sister, Bre. I grab a banana, my wallet and my phone and walk out the door. The weather outside is great so i decided to walk to the mall. It's only a couple of blocks away. As I'm walking, I feel like someone is watching me. I look around and see nothing so I shrug and keep walking.

I was scrolling on Wattpad trying to find a book to read, when I bumped into someone. I looked up to see a white man with little to no hair. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going." He just smiled creepily at me and kept staring at me. I looked at him like he was weird and slowly walked around him.

I could feel him still looking at me and my unease from earlier came back. I didn't look back, but quickened my pace. When I was one block away from the mall, everything went black....

I woke up to someone pouring water on me. I sat up and realized I was blind-folded and my head's were handcuffed behind my back.

"Where am I?" "You, my dear, is in the lion's den." When he said that I instantly started fighting and trying to free my hands. I had no idea who this dude was but I knew he didn't mean well. After two minutes of me tiring myself out, I gave up. He ripped the blind-folded off me harshly, and threw it somewhere. He chuckled at me. He shook his head while smiling like something was funny.

He silently walked out the room. A minute later, the man that I bumped into came in the room. I scooted closer to the wall so I can be as far from him as I can. He chuckles. "Hey sweet cheeks, I'm Troy. And the man from before was Alex." I just stare at him. "I'm sure you're wondering why you're here." That promted me to respond.

"Is it because I bumped into you? If so, I am incredibly sorry. I was looking for a good book to read for when I got home. I know I couldv'e looked at home, but I wanted to go home and go straight to reading. That was probably wrong of me, but I'm a child. I get to make mistakes in my life. Speaking of mistakes I one time kicked my sister and got in trouble for it. That's dumb right! She's the one who-"

"SHUT THE HELL UP! NO ONE GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO TALK! Now you have to get punished." What was he talking about?

Just then he opened the desk drawer and pulled out a bag. A bag full of knives, whips, and a beebee gun. I was horrified. I guess you could imagine what happened next. He got the knife and slowly started cutting. The more he cut, the longer and deeper they got. My screams were loud and painful. He didn't seem to care. That was until what he said next.

"For everytime you screamed, I'm going to cut you again. This time be quiet and take the pain. This is your fault. If you wouldn't have spoken without permission, this wouldn't have happened. Who am I kidding, I just would have found another reason why to hurt you. With that and a maniac laugh, he continued to cut me while i was quietly sobbing.

He did this all day and night. On the bright side, he gave me food and water. On the dark side, it was a piece of bread that looked like it had been used as a paper towel. And I don't drink water. My mom told me I need to because it's good for me, but oh well. It's nasty. The rest of the week, and the next, consisted of that. He just cut, stabbed, and whipped me. He only shot me with the beebee gun twice.