She looks...there are no words. Her clothe-less body lays stiff on a metal slab, and her head moving back and forth. I could stare at this all day, but I can't. I know it's wrong. And, she would hate me after this.
I roughly turn my head away, then I hear a groan. I snap my head to her direction. She groans again.
"Oh God...my head..." She sits up, but instantly falls down. Probably a head rush.
"Skye?" I call her name, softly. I don't want her to feel alone and frightened.
"Who's there?" Her pearly voice commands. Ever since we've been thrown in here, my love for her grew. I can physically see my love in the air, just waiting for her to inhale it.
"It's just me, Luke."
She gasps and a million things come out of her mouth,"Luke!? Are you ok? Where are we? What happened? Wheres Tristan? And Mr. Parker-"
"Just open your eyes, princess." Princess? Where the fuck did that come from? Oh well, I like it anyways.
"Shit."she curses when her eyes are open,"Luke! What the hell is going on!?"
"I don't know, Princess, but don't shout. It echos." I hold my head, trying to subside the pain tht now grows.
"Mr. Parker is staring at me."
I throw my fist against the metal bar I'm contained against,"Mr Parker!? He's there with you? Cover yourself, dear."
"Figured that out already. Thanks for your help." I could imagine her rolling her eyes.
"I'm here as a friend, not a foe. Though you do look ravishing, might I add?" Mr. Parker states.
"What do you mean friend not a foe? I'm pretty sure you're the big enemy here." She tightens her hold on herself.
He sighed,"Maybe so, but do you want to know where your friend is or not?"
"Yes, please." She begged.
"No! Skye! Don' make deals with him!" I yell. I know exactly where this is leading.
I could feel her gaze burning in my direction, though I'm 99.99% sure she can't see me"What do you want, Mr Parker?"
He sighed, like it was obvious. Well, it was for me,"Give me yourself, and you get your friend. Oh, and I'll let you go.
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"What is this?" He asked, not even bothering to look at the canvas in front of me. Instead, his eyes were locked in mine.
I swallowed my saliva, chills running down my spine. I felt my palms getting sweaty as my legs nervously started bouncing up and down. Without giving me time to answer, he took a step closer to me, eyes still locked in mine. Each time he inched closer, I used my right foot to slowly push myself and the stool back. It seemed to be the only option to get away from him; until he forced his hands below the sides of my thighs, holding the stool in place. He released a soft chuckle as he eyed me from my eyes, down to my lips.
"You're beautiful," he said. From his voice, I couldn't tell if he was being serious, or messing around. It sounded sincere, however there was a smirk on his face. The smirk that he always has on his face when he's found an amusing target.
Then he averted his attentions back to my eyes. His expressions softened up the moment his eyes landed back on mine. His smirk disappeared.
I cleared my throat and broke the eye contact. I looked down at my palms as I rubbed the sweat against my jeans, "What do you want, Landon?" I asked, almost whispering.
I felt his hand brushing against my right cheek, as he tilts my chin up to look back at him. His messy brown hair, his light blue eyes and his pink soft lips were just centimeters from mine. I felt his breath lingering on the upper tip of my lip. In a panic, I pressed my palms against his chest and push him off.
He stumbled back with a surprised look on his face.
"Aubrey."
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Landon Carthy is an arrogant boy, who knowns to have absolutely no care in the world. Making girls suffer feels great to him. But what happens when a new girl in town becomes one of his victims? Will she allow him to walk upon her like all the other girls do?