Tell Me... (Book 3 in the Can't Say series.)

Chapter 15

"The FUCKING SAHARA! Are you kIddInD mE!?"

Mitch had been screaming for the past 5 minutes about how his fiancée was in the Sahara Desert in Africa as the others were watching the screen.

"W-Wait... if they're only in Africa... Why did it take so long for them to get there?"

"There are many shipping containers on their ship... It could've been making other stops to drop off more containers in different places..."

"Well they've settled now so here's what I've been doing."

The Officer opened up a window on his laptop before turning back to them

"I've set up a team to get them both back without any of them getting hurt. We'll assemble in 2 days due to the fact that we need to get you all prepared as well as transport and navigation."

There was a group of agreement as they began discussing final plans to get their band back together.

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Avi's POV:

He did it again... I expected it but... it hurt so much... more than it does normally... i don't think i can move anything below my waist... can't feel anything below my waist...

Scott is on the other side of this wall. I don't think he can hear me though... there's a vent there, maybe i could try and talk to him.

"s-scott?"

"avi?"

I saw his blue eyes through the vent.

"are you ok, avi?"

"i can't move..."

"why?"

"he..."

I looked down knowing what Scott would say... He told me that I was strong enough not to let that happen again and I did...

"oh avi, i'm sorry he did that."

"i thought i could fight him off but... he's stronger than me. i always forget how strong he is until he... gets his hands on me..."

I looked down at the ground. I felt something growing inside me, which i recognized to be the rising sense of shame.

"someone's coming..."

We both looked to the end of the hall before i met his eyes in the vent again.

"daniel."

"see you, scott."

"later, av."

He disappeared back into his cell as the door opened and Dan walked in.

"hello, peaches. how are you recovering from last night, hmm?"

I didn't give him an answer. He knew I hate that nickname. Reminded me of when he had complete control over my life. When I was at my most vulnerable.

"i can't move."

"awww... like i care."

I had seen his fist clench beforehand. He tried to throw a punch at me. I was ready for him. He looked at his fist in my hand then back at me. I felt a sudden rise of courage.

"don't try and punch me."

He seemed thrown off. Good. I knew what he was going to do next. I caught his other hand, stopping his process of injecting me with the substance.

"don't try it again. you did it once and i will not let you do it again."

"like your a match for me."

Daniel tried again but I resisted. I didn't know what happened but he was laying on the floor, syringe in his knee. Motionless.

"little shit. you're going down for this."

"i'm not going down for anything. it was self-defence. you used and tired to use it to rape me. i did nothing but defend myself. you can't do that to me anymore. you can't scare me into silence, you don't scare me anymore. I am not scared of you, Daniel."

"sounds like you're trying to convince yourself more than tell me."

"Just trying to get it into your thiccc ass skull. I know how hard that is."

You can't hurt me anymore, Daniel.