Revenge... (Clinton Cave.) 16+

7.

Marie's POV//

I stare down at my lap, hearing clinton and mitchel whisper to each other. I then hear footsteps come closer to my sitting state, then a stare burning into my skull. I was soon forced to look up to the male, a growing smirk upon his face.

"Lay back." Mitchel mutters. I shake my head, lowering my brows. "You're not touching me, cunt." I spoke. His stare grew darker, "You really wanna ignore me after i demand you to do something for me slut?" He growls. I stay silent.

I then see Mitchel turn to Clinton and nod, then seeing him hand Mitchel something.

"How about now, huh?" He flicked up a blade, raising it to press again my neck. "Now either you say sorry, or I'll fuckin hurt ya. You feel?" He spat.

"Go." I spat back. "Fuck." I continue. "Yourself." I end.

Mitchel shook his head. "Jeez, I thought better of you than to test the fuckin limits." He grunts, allowing the pointy part of the blade to dig into my skin. "One more push, it's gonna be dug into your neck babygirl." The male threatens.

"Do what you like." I shrug. "Fuckin kill me or whateva, i don't give a fu-."

We were soon interrupted by the door opening then slamming shut. "Jesus you know that fuckin bitch ass Derek. He's tryna steal my drum sti-." The male growled angrily as he huffed, then looking towards Clinton, Mitchel and I.

"Uh..." The man drifted off. "You didn't tell me we were expecting company." He stared at Clinton.

"Jesse, this is the girl we was talking about." Clinton hissed.

"oh-." He hushed, looking over at me with a weak smile. "Uh, i'm Jesse? I doubt that lightens the conversation or situation or whateva." The male looked at mitchel's blade.

"Get over here idiot." Mitchel spat, shaking his head at Jesse. Jesse sniggered slightly, walking towards him. "yes sir!" he joked.

Mitchel playfully smacked him on the back of his head, "shut it bitch." He snickered. "Go get that box of things from the basement." Mitchel ordered him.

"The stuff you use on Jordan, yes?" Jesse smirked. "Just go get the box you dick!" Mitchel responded. The male walked down into the basement, disappearing for a few minutes.

"He's right, Mitty." I hear Clinton. "You have a girlfriend, it's not like you can torture fuck this girl." He continued. "Who the fuck is gonna do it then. You're gonna go all fuckin soft on her and say sorry and shit. I know what you're like." Mitchel huffed.

"What about Christian?" He suggested, "Sure. he's awake at 7am ready to fuck a girl." clinton rolled his eyes.

"Then i'll do it myself like I planned to." He mutters, seeing Jesse come back with the box.

mitchel's stare turned back to me, "I hope you've cleaned these, I've heard Jordans a dirty girl." Jesse joked. Mitchel turned towards Jesse and shook his head. "Well duh you dimwit."

"Move. I'll do it." I hear Clinton grunt and push Mitchel out the way. I then watch him grab a pair of cuffs from the box and forced me to stand up, cuffing my hands behind my back.

I gulp, staring at Clinton. "Want to get fucked huh?" He grunts, "Wanna act like a bitch, huh?" He continued.

"Don't you fucking touch me." I growl. The male then smacked me across my face, causing me to face the right. "I do what I like, sweetheart." He whispered, "You hear me?"

I stay silent, turning my head back towards him. "Do you hear me!" He raises his voice. I shiver and nod. "Good." Clinton mumbles. I feel his hand press against my neck, this causing me to sit back down. "Lay back." Clinton demands.

I gulp once more, obeying his order.

"See!" Clinton was now kneeled over me, "That's how you do it." He looked over to Mitchel.

"So you're like..." Jesse pauses. "gonna like fuck her without consent? to scare her?" He looked at me as I stayed silent.
"That's a little fucked up bro." Jesse looked back up to Clinton.

"She's a cocky little slut that needs punishment, you idiot." Clinton fought back. "Just spank her or whateva." He shrugged. "it's not that hard." Clinton looked down at me then up at Jesse.

"Alright smartass, if i asked for your ideas i'd say." He got up and stood above me. "Get her outta them things, i'm getting a fucking drink." He sighed, walking out into the kitchen.

"Are you fuckin serious?" Mitchel scoffed, "You're just gonna let her get away with being a rude little bitch?" He paused. "She said my dick is small, it clearly isn't. Ask jordan." He fought.

"You're just a butthurt little shit." I mutter, staring at him. "Hey! Clinton is being nice via not hurting you." Jesse points towards me. "So pipe down, otherwise he will have no choice but to fuck your petty lil ass." Jesse continues.

I blink, now looking down.

"We're gonna talk rules." Clinton shouts from the kitchen.

//END OF PART SEVEN!//

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