Stained

Chapter 30

"Ooo you pretty!" Sander croons giving me a once over. "What's your name gorgeous?"

I nervously glance around. "I was just leaving."

"Byeee." Smiling broadly, Olivia waves her hand dramatically.

"No, you're not." Sander grabs my hand and pulls me back down on the couch. "Now tell me what's your name."

He doesn't let go of my hand and my body involuntarily begins to shake because a man is touching me. "I..." I look between Damien, sander and then the hand he's engulfed completely with his large one.

"Your names I?" Sander asks, laughing.

From the corner of my eye, I catch Damien moving to stand up, his eyes throwing daggers Sanders way.

I shake my head at damien. I don't need him helping me. Its bad enough i kept looking to him for validation before. However, I couldn't help it. It was almost like an instinct. These guys can't possibly hurt me more than he has. I can get out of this myself.

I should probably stop looking at him each time I get scared then. But for some reason, I can't help it. My body does it on its own accord.

"Hazel," I stammer.

"Well Hazel you have to grab a card and then do what it says," he makes fun out of me by speaking to me like one would to a baby, slowly and soothingly but in a mocking manner.

I stand up again. "I'm not playing."

"Not this again," Estella's boyfriend groans.

"Honey, you were sitting on the couch when the bottle was spun, so you're playing. And once you're in the game there's no leaving until it's over," Penny chimes in.

Sander picks up the pack of cards and holds it out to me. "Cmon pick."

I make no move to. They can't force me to play if I don't want to. This is barbaric.

"Fine, I'll do it for you." He picks a random card from the middle of the stack and reads it. "It's an easy one compared to the rest; you have to spin the bottle then french kiss the person it lands on."

I kissed a guy for the first time this week and now I'm required to French kiss someone. I don't know how to make out with a guy properly, never mind french kiss. "I'm not kissing anyone because I'm not playing."

I turn to Estella. "I'm sorry but I'm not staying somewhere I'm forced to do something I don't want to do. If you're up for it, maybe just the two of us could do something sometime. I hope you have a good birthday."

Without waiting for a response, I walk away. I've not made it a step when someone grabs my hand. My bad one. However, the pain is a dull ache next to my anger.

Why won't they let me leave!

I whip around. It's Penny. "Pleas—."

"Listen slut, if you don't want to play, that's fine. But you have to do one of the punishments before leaving."

I gape at her. Do they have no moral sense? On what planet do they think it's okay to force someone to do something they don't want to?

"That's enough," Damien barks, approaching us. "Let her go."

Penny's hold on me tightens to the point where black dots dance before my eyes. I let out a pained wail.

"What are you going to do? Beat me up like you beat up Rhett?"

"Penny you're hurting her!" Trevino shouts.

Damien's eyes blaze. "I don't hit girls."

"Not even if I do this?" Penny's about to twist my wrist but luckily Sander pulls her away. "Stop it Pen."