Vanessa D'Angelo is a regular teenager that moved to Tulsa Oklahoma with her older brother, but things get out of hand once she meets one of her brother best friends. Who is he? And why is she so crazy over a guy she just met? Read more to find out...
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Vanessa Pov.
My head was pounding, I started opening my eyes and I was in a chair with ropes tied tightly on my wrists and ankles.
"Fuck" I squirmed around but I was stuck, what the hell happened? Why am I here? How long have I been here? Billions of questions ran through my head
"Hello!!" I yelled loudly "can someone help me!!" I yelled loudly "help!!" I yelled loudly "fucking help me please!!! I'm strapped onto a fucking chair!!!!"
"Can you shut up!" This guy yelled as he came Down the stairs
"Who are you?! Why am I here?! Did you kidnap me!!" I yelled
"Shut the fuck up!" He slapped my cheek and I felt it sting bad.
"Can you fucking tell me!" I yelled, I'm fucking confused and scared, like what the fuck!!
"Stop fucking yelling a talking!" He threw something at me and it knocked me out.
••
"Are you insane?! It's a girl in your basement, that you fucking kidnapped"
"Literally calm down," I heard him scoff,
"Stop fucking throwing things at my head" I mumbled and tried to rub my head but now I was in a fucking handcuffed to a bed
"What the fuck!" I yelled and i tried to get out of it but it was no use
"This is gonna feel so good, you're like slutty huh?" He smirked
"No im not now let me fucking go! How long have I been here?!"I asked Yelling
"2 weeks" he smirked
"What?" No one has looked for me? They probably are they just don't know where I am, am I even in Tulsa.
"Am i still in Tulsa?" I asked
"Baby, your on south side" he came close to me and looked at my shirt
"Y-your a soc" i stuttered
"That's right sweet heart" he ran his filthy hands on my body.
"G-get your hands o-ff me"
"You can't tell me what to do" he out his hand on my thigh and ripped my jeans
"I'll be back" he smirked and squeezed my thigh then left
At least I'm still in Tulsa, am I ever gonna fucking leave this place?
He's gonna use me for sex, cause I bet he can't get any. Why didn't I fucking run!
••
It's been hours, maybe even fucking days, I don't know there isn't a clock In here, there isn't even a fucking window, there's just a candle that's lit In the dark, in the middle of the room. I was hungry too.
"Why do you keep going into the basement" I heard a little girl say
"Cause I can, now if you ever come down here I will kill you so don't come down here" I heard the door close and steps approach me
"Hey baby"
"I have a fucking name" I gritted
"Vanessa is it?" He asked me as he unbuttoned my jeans
"How do you know that? And fucking stop!" I tried to move but he pinned my hips down
"Stop squirming around, and Sylvia makes great deals, god your so hot. You kept pushing away at the party and now I'm the boss of you" he ripped my jeans off leaving me in underwear, I felt my heart start pounding, my breathing stared getting faster, fuck.
Panic attack
"What the-" he looked at me weirdly
"I can't breathe" I said hyperventilating
"Just breathe"
"I would be fucking breathing! But I'm having - having a panic-attack"
"Sylvia never said anything about you having fucking attacks" His eyes widened
"Then don't fucking rape me!!" I yelled
"You'll like it sweet heart, I know I will" he un did his pants
"Please no, please stop no" I felt tears running down my cheek
"Shhh" he ripped open a condom and smirked
"N-o" I cried
"You're gonna like it, just stop moving around before I actually hurt you" he pinned me down and I felt him just slam into me
"AHH!" I yelled out
"Fuck" he moaned
"St-op!" I gasped, "fuck....stop" I cried
"Fuck Vanessa your so fucking hot"
"Stop! Please" I cried
"Fuck Vanessa!" He started going faster, it was bad sex and I've been with too a lot of guys.
"S-stop" I moaned softly
"I know you love it you fucking slut"
"Please get off me!" I yelled
"Fuck!! Shit!!! Ahhhh fuck" he pulled out and I sniffled, this was horrible
"Round two tomorrow"he put his pants on and fixed the handcuffs so my arms weren't like one on each side.
"Good night sweet heart have nice dreams of me, I'll be back" he kissed my cheek and left the room
I silently started crying, why me? Why are there people like this?
It was getting cold down here, like it's fucking December! It's cold as hell and I'm only wearing underwear and my tank top and socks. My hair is a mess, I bet I have make up running down my cheeks.
