A/N ok quick recap. Zoey has been taken from swift who has been killed. She was taken to the boss who she did some daft stuff to and he has ordered her to be killed coz he is disgusted by her. This follows on directly from this. I should warn you this is some seriously nasty stuff ….. I just wanted to warn you

(X)

Zoey was pushed outside into a garden that was heavy with the fragrance of flowers. It would have been lovely if Zoey hadn't been quickly approaching her death. Her hands still bound tightly. She shook with fear so much force she wobbled.

"Sorry sweet cheeks but bosses will has to be done."

Zoey stayed quiet. How had she got herself in this mess? God she was gonna die!

"Don't ignore me girl. When I talk you look at me!" he hissed.

She glared at him. "Go to hell. Take a toothbrush!" she then inhaled sharply. Her body ached from her beating from the boss.

He grabbed her by the hair - again. Why the hair? He dragged her along. She stumbled trying to keep up with him which almost made him yank her hair out by the root. She was so angry and scared tears fell down her cheeks. God she didn't wanna die. She was only a kid!

He pushed her to the floor behind their car. Her ribs hit the bumper of his car and she lay still. Breathing hard. God she couldn't take much more. She was in so much pain. She wanted to cry so much too. He took out his keys and unlocked the boot. Picked her up and dropped her inside. She landed with a thump on a claw hammer. She groaned. He winked and slammed it shut. She pounded her feet off the boot of the car. Think Zoey think! You can't just let them kill you! Your smart! What would others do in her situation? Like Aunt Missy? Her mother had once told her that Tapas almost killed her. How she had pissed him off. Obviously she had tried that and the only purpose it served was that it pissed them off so much they wanted to kill her! But she wasn't being submissive. The way she saw it was if he was gonna kill her he was gonna kill her. Begging and pleading only made him get off and she would rot in hell before she gave him once ounce of pleasure. Twisted bastard. Killing people! If she was going down then she was going down swinging! Those bastards weren't gonna just toss her away without her making it as hard as possible for them! She had her pride!

She heard what sounded like 2 men's voices drift to her. Seems like badly dressed suit guy wanted an audience while he done the deed. Probably got off on it. What would he do to her before he killed her? She remembered his sick smile when he saw he hurt her. Remembered the heated look in his eyes at her groan of pain. He had said he wanted to give her a try. She felt sick. Her dad had been right. She should never have fell for Swift's lies. She should have known something was off about him. Most boys were chomping at the bit for sex. Especially the older ones and he wasn't even bothered. Christ now because of her naivety and stupidity she was gonna be killed. Possibly gang raped and then dumped somewhere never to be found again. She had to force the air in and out of her body. She felt a bubble of hysteria rise. Christ her life really couldn't get much worse! Well since she was gonna die soon it didn't give it much time to get worse did it? She felt the car bumping over an uneven road. Oh well it looked like the wilderness was gonna be her new home for the duration. Who was she kidding it was gonna be her grave. Probably a shallow one. Then a lion would find her and … her train of thought was cut off by the car shuddering to a stop. She had no plan. No way of getting away. She was royally fucking screwed! They'd just do what they wanted and then get rid! No this wasn't it for her! No way was she making it easy for these bastards. She quickly manoeuvred herself into position and painted an belligerent expression on her face.

As soon as the trunk opened she kicked her feet out forcefully. Her back lifted off the boot floor and she kicked her captor on the face.

"Yes!" she laughed.

She laughed more as she heard his groan. She then flopped about bouncing like a fish trying to get out of the truck. She had no idea what she would do after that. She was acting purely on instinct. There was no way she was getting out of the boot like this. The lip was too high. God why had the bastard bound her hands behind her back?

"You little bitch! You'll regret hitting me!"

"You can bet I WON'T!" she yelled in reply. "Let me go you sick freak!"

He glared at her so hard his eyes were bulging out of his head. He grabbed a handful of her hair - again. She hissed in pain. "Leave my fucking hair alone!" he yanked it so hard she fell from the car. She had seriously thought it was coming out by the root. She cried out. He dragged her along. She was bent double her scalp burning from the unrelenting force he exerted upon it. They were alone. Where was his audience? Or did he talk to himself? Was she with someone mentally unstable? Well obviously if he kills people for a living! They were in a quiet secluded spot when he pushed her to the floor. She skidded along on her face. She felt twigs and rocks scrape the tender flesh as she passed. She had no hands to break her fall. She rolled onto her side. Bit back a groan. Let a few stray tears fall. she mentally said her goodbyes and her sorrys to all the people she had wronged and then composed herself. It took seconds. She rolled over. And sat up. She wasn't going on her knees and she'd choke before she said one word of begging. She was dead either way and she refused to give this guy a narrative to go back to his boss with!

"Right sweet cheeks here we go." he murmured. Pulled out a blind fold.

"What the point in blind folding me. Not wanna see my face as you splatter my brains all over the forest." she spat. "I know what's coming.

The blindfold scared her more then she let on. He smirked at her and was beside her in a moment. She struggled but he had it around her eyes. She thrashed and her shoulder hit him. It only earned her a hard slap. "Don't defy your elders Zoey!"

She felt sickness rise when he said her name. She didn't like the tone in which he said it. He practically purred it.

He yanked her to her feet.

"Where we going?" she demanded and stumbled.

"You'll see sweet cheeks." laughed at his pun.

(X)

Zoey was pulled. She guessed it was through a forest of some sort. Or trees. She recognised the scent if the bush having lived in it or near it her whole life. The scent of dust in the air. And the trees. Squashed through mud. Wherever they were going it was pretty secluded. God she was terrified! She had fell countless times. He drove a relentless pace. He had just grunted at her in frustration. An hour later when she was sure she couldn't go no further they stopped. She heard the jangle of a key in a lock. A door creaked open. She was led inside. And her hands were untied. He still held one. With her free hand she began to hit out blindly. She probably should have tried to pull off her blindfold but all she could think of was him releasing her so she could get away. She felt a blow to the side of her face. Her lip exploded and blood filled her mouth. She was pushed roughly onto a wooden chair. She pulled hard but he tied her hands tightly to the back of the chair. He removed her blindfold and was on his haunches in front of her. As her eyes adjusted she glared at him. Meanwhile her own blood had been filling her mouth. He smiled at her. She smirked back and showered his face with her blood. He stood up and wiped it off. He was so enraged she never saw it coming. He punched her face so hard that momentum made her chair fall backwards. Her whole face felt like one mass of pain. Her head whipped off the floor with a snap. Then her left wrist felt like it was on fire after a sickening cracking noise. Her eyes were closed and she groaned in agony. Tried to pant through the pain. Took deep breaths.

"You should be grateful to me sweet cheeks. I saved your life!" he hissed.

She was still panting trying desperately to hold back the river of tears that wanted to break their banks. It didn't work. A few slid down her cheeks followed by more until she was crying earnestly. Large silent tears. He picked her chair up. Caressed her cheek softly.

"I shouldn't have hit you that hard." he murmured guiltily. He winced inwardly when he saw her left hand rested at a awkward angle. It had to be broken.

Zoey meanwhile was trying to stem the flow of tears but it felt like a dam had burst and they flood out. Quiet tears. She was keeping her mouth shut! All it did was get her in trouble and trouble hurt!

"Look Zoey I did save your life you know." bent down again and looked at her intently. "He wanted you dead but I like you so I decided you could….stay with me for a while."

He looked nervous. Like he was asking for her to stay. Even though she knew she had no option. She frowned at him. Scared. Tears still fell. "Stay?" she breathed.

"As my, I dunno…..like partner." he gave her a shy smile and wiped her tears away with his thumbs.

Her eyes widened at the implications of his words. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God! She thought quickly, Christ she was more afraid of this then she was of dying!

"Of course you'll try to escape at first which is why I brought you here. Your miles out of anyone's reach. No TV. No telephones. No computers. Unfortunately I have to go to work but we have plenty of time to get to know each other better when I get home. I'm sure you'll find a way to amuse yourself while I'm gone. I'll have to leave you tied to the chair though."

Fear flashed across her face. He misinterpreted it.

"O don't worry about my boss. You'll be my little secret. No one will know your alive except me." patted her knee.

This seriously wasn't happening! She thought. This happens in books. In films. This didn't happen in real life. It just didn't! Jesus she was in deep trouble here!

"Stop worrying Zoey. I'm a nice guy. As long as I'm not made angry me and you can have a happy long life together. I just wanna be your friend."

Happy long life? Was he planning on keeping her forever?

"We're the same me and you. I went to the boss's dad when I was a kid. He didn't want me either. A man worked for him. He took me home to his wife and they cared for me. I was like you at first. I fought but I realised they were nice people and they treated me really well. You'll see that about me too and stop fighting."

He wasn't good guy. He was a mentally unstable guy and she was outta here as soon as his back was turned. Quicker if she could swing it!

"You got anything to say?" he asked softly. His eyes intense.

She wasn't opening her mouth. Safer that way.

"So I gotta get back to work sweet cheeks. I'll be home really soon."

He smiled at her as she held back a grimace.

He caressed her cheek and then walked out of the cabin. She heard a click and then a car start. Right she was outta here! The predators out in the bush were preferable to the predator in here! At least with them her death would be relatively quick and painless. No torture. No mind games. Just mauled to death. Definitely preferable. He has seriously lost his marbles among other things. Partners? He wanted to be partners. She was 14 years old for gods sake. Is he outta his mind? He said friend but she knew better. She so wasn't falling for that shit! She saw the way he looked at her. The way he touched her. The way his eyes roved over her body sure wasn't friendly. She stood up and started to bash the wooden chair off the wall. Trying to shatter the wood. She hit and thudded and bashed but to no avail. Blood had started to trickle down her right wrist and her left wrist which she was sure was badly hurt if not broken was screaming pain. She ignored it and carried on hitting. Bashed harder. As hard as she could. Her shoulders ached from the vibrations and jarring thuds.

"C'MON!" she screamed. Gave up. Frustrated tears fell. Set the chair down and sat on it. She exhaled. She had a broken wrist. Was tied to a chair and was seriously screwed. God he wanted them to be together. He had a screw loose. He didn't see her as the 14 year old she was. He saw her as an adult. He knew that he meant…..like a proper adult couple eventually. Why else would he want her. She gulped. She had to get out of here! She got back up and hit the wall again. Faster and harder. Praying it would work.

(X)

It was too late. She heard gravel and a car. Right this bastard wasn't getting away with this. She stood up and the door opened. She swung her hair but he reacted quickly. And grabbed the legs.

"NO!" Zoey shouted.

He smiled evilly and shook it violently from side to side. Her wrist screamed again. She fell to her knees the pain was so immense. "Zoey. I warned you not to make me angry. I don't want to hurt you but I will if I have to!"

"The only way that will happen is if you let me go!"

His face contorted and he yanked the chair so she was standing. She closed her eyes as the pain in her wrist intensified.

"OR I could kill you!" he suggested evilly.

She exhaled. "If you wanted to kill me then I would be dead by now. Even so kill me! How I act won't change whether your gonna kill me or not. If I cheek you it just means it happens today instead of tomorrow. You can't expect me to be happy about my hurt wrist, or being tied to a chair or being stranded in the middle of nowhere with a freaking sociopath!" her voice had raised until she was yelling at the end. She wasn't thinking anymore. She was reacting on pure emotion.

"I'm warning you Zoey!"

"O big whoop! You'll do what you want either way won't you. I have no choices here except for how I act!" she was breathing heavily. Her eyes flashing fire. "I choose to be a pain in the ass!"

"I like how you look when your angry." he said softly and took a step towards her.

She froze.

"It's a big turn on." he added.

Christ! Her anger faded into sheer fear for what she saw in his eyes.

"C'mon then Zoey. Show me some more anger then!" he whispered in her ear.

She felt his breath on her face and felt physically sick.

"I'll be good." she whispered.

He smiled. "That's my girl. You know I don't like you pushing me. I don't want to hurt you."

Her heart pounded. "If you don't want to hurt me you could let me go."

"Not an option sweet cheeks."

"Bastard!" she spat.

"Sit down!" he pushed her. She went sprawling across the floor rolled, the chair hit her. He walked over to the door and closed it. Then disregarded her.

Zoey exhaled in defeat. He might have won this round but she was smart and resilient. She'd get away from him. She knew she would!

A/N you do know that this is only gonna get worse...