You Belong To Me

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A stinging sensation on my arms slowly woke me up from a deep slumber.

I could feel my mind slowly start to piece memories together before I remembered. Ripper hit me.

The realisation startled me from my sleep. I looked around taking in my surroundings. That crazy maniac kidnapped me. I felt dizzy as the events from earlier today came rushing back to me. That fucker actually came into my home with a gun.

I needed to get out of here now.

I was laying on Rippers bed and if the circumstances were different I could've appreciated just how comfortable his bed was. I lifted my head from the pillow and then I realised -

Ripper had handcuffed me to the bed. I pulled against the headboard but the stinging in my wrists intensified. He really was a sly fucker, he had me right where he wanted. He'll never let me go. I'll never see my mom again. I'll never see Sophia and Hailey. Or Lorenzo.

I ignored the cramps in my stomach and started screaming at the top of my lungs.

"RIPPER, LET ME GO RIGHT NOW." I screamed. I screamed continuously for what seemed like forever but there was no knight in shining armour here.

After who knows how long Ripper came into his room, in nothing but some basketball shorts.

"You called Princess?" He had the audacity to have a big smile plastered across his smug face. The fact that he was half naked didn't even falter in my brain. He had laid his hands on me. If this was his way of winning me over, he had well and truly fucked up.

"Ripper, let me go right now! You've taken this too far, please let me go home." I couldn't stop the tears from falling from my eyes. My arms hurt, my head was spinning and frankly I was scared. All I wanted was some time alone today, time to do something normal like homework but he couldn't even grant me that.

"Don't be so dramatic, I didn't want you running away from me." He said rolling his eyes.

"We have things to talk about and I've got you right where I want you." He came and sat near me on the bed, stroking my hair as if he was being affectionate. He watched me for a little while. I could see his eyes scanning over my face as if trying to memorise every feature. How can someone so good-looking be so ugly inside. I tried to hold Rippers gaze but his eyes were like soulless pits of nothing. There was no glimmer behind them, no signs of happiness, just darkness. Tears filled my eyes and I dropped my head to the side unable to look at Ripper any longer. 

"You hit me." I found the words I wanted to say after moments of silence. "You put your hands on me. You say that you like me and you want me to be yours but this is how you treat me. I'm chained to your bed like a piece of shit." I had the urge to spit in his face but I knew that would only anger him further.

"I'm sorry for that. I didn't mean to do it, it just happened." He spoke so softly as if he just told me he loved me but really, he was justifying the fact that he's a violent asshole. His words angered me and I found the courage to look him in the face again. He look somewhat sorry, there was a hint of worry in his eyes, a slight hint.

"Ripp-

"Don't call me that!" His change of mood caught me by surprise and a little squeal left my lips as he grabbed my chin "How many times do I have to tell you to call me Noah?"

He slowly released my face and I tried to shuffle myself closer to the headboard, as far away from him as I could get right now.

"You want me to call you Noah, but the only thing I see when I look at you is Ripper. You want me to be by your side for the rest of my life but why would I want to be with you? Think about that. In what world would I want to be with someone who treats me the way you do?"