(Hello friends. Here is chapter 6! Warning: Santana has a mouth on her. And if you have made it this far then you know what kind of violence is held within. You have been warned. Also, the translations for the spanish will be at the bottom. -Jordon)
Santana
What the fuck were we supposed to do? It was pretty obvious from the not so veiled threats and the naked ass blonde that my very worst fear was becoming a stark reality. I kept a tight hold on Britt. She had cried the entire time we were in the trunk. I couldn't speak due to the duct tape, so I could only comfort her by awkwardly grabbing her hand and squeezing.
The blonde came back into the room. She was dressed now; I guess she had gone into some sort of closet. She stood there, staring at me with blank, hopeless eyes. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and pulled away from my other half.
"Here, go sit on the couch for a second." She nodded. I approached the other girl. I lowered my voice. "What's your name?"
"Quinn."
"Santana. That's Brittany. We have to get out of here. Now if we wait until they come down and hit one with a chair-" I was interrupted by the mad laughter spilling from Quinn's mouth. I stared at her incredulously. "What the fuck is you problem?" I hissed from between gritted teeth.
"Get out? Are you fucking blind? You were just brought down here by four guys. Think they're the only ones who live here? Did you take a good look around when they pulled you out of that trunk? We are in the middle of God forsaken nowhere. There is nowhere to go."
I took a step back. "Well, I'm sorry if I'm not okay with getting raped. The girl sitting on that sofa is my best friend. I can't let anything happen to her. We are getting the fuck out of here."
That was when I heard a chuckle from behind me. I whipped around to see a man who was older than the four who had grabbed me and Britt. He was laughing, but his eyes were dangerous. Behind him were a couple guys, including the tall asshole who I had already had the pleasure of meeting.
"How's that for a little spice! Man when I asked for someone with a little attitude I knew you guys would try but you have really exceeded my expectations! Mmmmm. Tal belleza, lucha tal! Esto hará que sea mucho mejor que romper." I felt my blood boil. How dare he insult me in my own language!
I went at him with claws bared. "Vete a la chingada! Hijo de puta! Te mataré!" But before I could land a single punch he had slapped me square across the face. I reeled backwards, falling to the floor. I struggled back up, determined not to let him win so easily. He wrapped his hands around my throat and tightened until my oxygen was cut off and my vision started to blur. He brought his lips to my ear and traced the outer rim with the tip of his tongue. I tried to pull away, and he laughed savagely. He released his hold on my neck and I crumpled to the ground, gulping for air. When I was finally able to see straight, I lifted my head from the cheap linoleum and turned my head to wear he had moved. What I saw made my blood freeze.
He was sitting on the couch I had directed Britt too. He was holding her on his lap like a father might force their small child to sit if they were acting up during church. His hand was slapped over her mouth but his eyes were on me.
"How about this? Hmmm? Since you have so much attitude I'll spare you tonight. I'll just take your little lesbian girlfriend instead?" I tried to launch myself at him again, but suddenly there were hands grabbing my arms. Two of the pansy assed little thugs were dragging me back towards a dinette set, while that bastard took Brittany and slung her onto the mattress in the corner. He sat on her strong, dancer's thighs, effectively pinning her in place. Pinning her hands above her head, he leaned forwards, attaching his mouth to her neck. She struggled valiantly but he outweighed her by a good hundred pounds. I struggled against the guys holding me back, tears now coursing down my cheeks, screaming so loudly it felt like my throat was ripping apart. But I could still Brittany's terrified cries, begging him to stop. He had removed all of her clothing and was working on his own when she hit him. Not Brittany; Quinn. She hit him with hard covered book that she had pulled from God knows where. She hit him squarely on the back of the head. He paused and turned towards her, murder in his eyes. She backed against the wall, obviously terrified of what she had just done. He pulled the book out of her grip and threw it behind him. He backhanded her across the face and she went flying into the rough cinderblock wall. She slid to the floor.
"You think you can defeat me? You think you can come up on top? I would have thought two weeks would have taught you better." He kicked her in the ribs and she let out a strangled cry. He then turned back to where I was on my knees between the two guys, mouth hanging open from being midscream. He came towards me and grabbed my face, making me look him square in the eyes. "You cannot win, mi Hermosa. This is my game, I make the rules. I will chew you up and spit you out until you are my little slut." And with that, he turned and began to hurt the only person who had loved every single part of me. The one person who I truly loved.
Brittany
He hurt me. The entire time he was on top of me I could hear Sanny crying and screaming from across the room. I was so scared. No one was supposed to touch me like that, only if they loved me and I loved me back. I didn't love this man, and I'm not sure he loved anyone.
When he was done, someone else came. Sanny screamed and cried and the the other girl lay on the ground holding her side. I tried to make them get off but I just couldn't. I felt weak, like when I was little and my older sisters would me down and make me close my eyes, and then they would feed me stuff and make me guess what it was. Except I knew they loved me and were just messing around.
When they all left, they snapped off the light behind them and we were left in the dark. This only added to my tears, because it added to my fear. I had always been told that monsters weren't real, but I had just met a real life monster, I knew they existed.
Sanny crawled over and took me in her arms. She covered us up in a blanket, and after a while Quinn came and laid down on the other side of Quinn. None of us spoke. What could we say?
(Translations:
Tal belleza, lucha tal! Esto hará que sea mucho mejor que romper. = Such beauty, such fight! It'll make it that much better to break you.
Vete a la chingada! Hijo de puta! Te mataré = Fuck off! Son of a bitch! I will kill you!
Mi hermosa = Beautiful
A note to readers: While I was writing this chapter, my left wrist was hurting ( I broke it a couple years ago, it acts up sometimes)so I was kind of massaging it trying to get the ache out, and one of my forearm bones that connects to my hand at my wrist popped out of place. So now it is swelling and it might be a couple days before the next update, because my wrist hurts really bad! Just fair warning.
Please review. -Jordon)
