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No I Don't Own Twilight, But I Fell In Love With It On The First Page.
The dark haired man released my wrists, allowing me to once again fall to the hard concrete floor. His friends snickering. Looking around from where I sat, I noticed that the building they pulled me into was some sort of rundown warehouse.
Car parts, glass, carboard boxes of every size, and more littered the ground. On one side of the room in a courner, was a three fenced wall, alot like a cage, with a gate attached to it. On the other side was a couch sitting in front of a tv. Pizza boxes, beer bottles, rottne food, etc. littered the floor around the couch. Beer bottle were actually planted on top of almost everything.
"Hey Greg, can we have a go at her when you're done? She's a beauty, I bet shes a screamer too." snickered one of the men.
The dark haired man turned towards his companion and said,"No, this ones mine."
"Greg, what about some beers or somethign before you 'help yourself' to her. The games gonna be on soon." said another one of the men, who casually opened a box. Stickign his hands into it, he removed six beers. The other two men walked over and each took one from their companion, agreeing with him.
I looked up at the dark haired man, Greg, who smirked at his friends. "What a good idea, just let me put this girl away so that we won't lose her." he said as he turned towards me.
When he reached down to grab me, my voice returned to me. "Don't you touch me!" I kicked out with my leg, hitting his knee.
"Argh!" he yelled jumping back, away from me. "You little bitch, you'll fucking pay for that!"
I pushed myself backwards further away from him, and his friends, who were standing there with open beers, watching the scene infront of them.
My back was now pressed up against the cold hard wall, a slight breeze reached my right hand. Glancing beside me, I saw the door which only rested less than a foot away. Greg must have noticed where my attention was, for he started advancing towards me. Jumping to my feet I grabbed for the door handle. With all my strength I had left from my shock, I pulled open the door, the screeching metal slightly comforting.
"Get her! Don't let her get away!" I heard one of the men yell. Feets racing towards me once again.
Pushing my body forward towards the outside, I caught a whiff of the fresh air, but that was shortly lived. The door was shoved closed in my face. A hand rested firmly on it, right above my eyes. Cowering into the wall I looked up into Gregs eyes. Anger and another emotion I could not quite place, filled his eyes. Smirking he brought his other hand up to my face, brushing his finger slowly downwards from my temple to my quivering chin. A single tear rolled down my cheek. He brushed it away.
His men stood around us.
'Why can't I just shrink further into the wall. Why did I leave the girls, I should have stayed with them.' My mind raced with questions, as my eyes started to water more.
The next thing I knew I was being hauled towards the courner that had the fenced cage, my struggles were useless against their strength. I heard the light sound of the gate being opened, Greg forced me inside, the others went back to their beers.
He held me to him, my hands pressed against his chest, my feet barely touching the ground. He had one arm around my waist, pinning me to him. His free hand brushing stray strands of hair out of my face.
"They always say beauty should never be caged. And you hold a great amount of beauty. Alas I don't think I could ever let you go." he whispered into my ear, causing a shiver of fear to cascade down my spine.
"Yo, dude, the games starting." came one of the mens voice. "Alright," Greg responded, never looking away from me. Annoyance filled his eyes, he raised the hand that was once softly stroking my face, and slapped me hard across the face. He realeased his arm from around my waist, which cause me to fall onto a matress that rested on the floor. My hand resting on my now stinging cheek.
I looked up at him through my hair. More tears starting to form. He turned and walked out of the 'cage'. He placed a lock on the gate, the soft click brought more fear to my spirit. Then he went over and joined his friends. Leaving me behind with nothing but a stinging cheek, a horrible mattress, and tears of frustration and lost hope.
My body ached from shaking and so many tears, which now stopped. The only sound I made was the occasional sniffle. I lay on the mattress, too exhausted to care. I had been laying here for maby an hour. Greg and his friends left for who knows what reason.
"Not like I care," I mumbled, rubbing my sore eyes. I felt so tired, but I didn't want to sleep. Greg and his goons could arrive any minute, I did not want to take any chances. But of course, my bodys desire of rest consumed me into a dreamless sleep.
The sound of screeching metal filled my ears, I rolled over onto my side. 'What the hell is Charlie doing that's making all that noise?' I thought, but then the sound of laughter drifted to my ears, and it sure as hell wasn't Charlies. My eyes snapped open, I pushed myself onto my knees, ignoring the head rush caused by the sudden movement.
What happend wasn't a figment of my imagination.
Leaning on one arm against the cage I was imprisioned in, was Greg, smirking down on me as if I were his pet. I looked around him as his friendss returned to the couch, stumbling drunkly infront of the tv.
I returned my glance to Greg, my eyes silently pleading with him. Straightening up, he walked to the lock. He pulled a key from his pocket and used it to open the door. My eyes never leaving him. After a minute he made his way into the cage. Kneeling infront of me, I could smeel the strong scent of alchohol all over him. I movedd away in disgust and fear.
"Please I want to go home, I won't tell anyone about you or them, or this warehouse. I just want to go. Soemones going to come looking for me." I pleaded, trying to keep eye contact with him. But it was as if he didn't even hear me. His attention was South of my face. Shyly and disgusted I folded my arms over my chest, which he apparently did not like.
The next thing I knew I was being forced back onto the mattress, Gregs lips crushed against mine, muffeling my screams and whimpers. I could smell the alchohol more than before, it made my stomache turn.
He forced his tounge into my mouth, so I did the first thing that came to mind, I bit down. Hard. Which was both a good idea and a mistake. Even though he pulled away from me, touching his fingertips to his tounge, I could taste the metalic taste of blood in my mouth. It was as bad as seeing it, and smelling it. My body shuddered. I spate onto the floor, looking away from the flem on the floor that was tipped red.
"So you don't like blood eh'? Well you'll just have to put up with it sweety." he cooed, once again brushing his hand down my cheek. Smirking, he once agin forced himself onto me, pinning me down.
"No! Please, no!" I screamed, as he covered me with his body, a hard pressure against my stomache, which i knew could only be one thing. I struggled more. He didn't move. He just held me down, as I struggled. After a while my cries were turnde into whimpers, my muscles ached from struggling. I lay under him, exhausted.
It then dawned on me that, that was what he wanted to happen. My lips were once again forced onto mine, his tuonge shoved back into my mouth, but not for long. He moved planting kisses onto my jaw, then my neck. His hands started roaming down my body, only too come back up to my chest. Tears continued to pour from my eyes. I knew that he intended on raping me then and there.
The one thing that passed my mind slipped through my swollen lips barely a whisper.
"Edward."
Greg resumed what he was doing, not hearing what I heard. The screeching sound of a cars breaks beings slammed. But he did notice when the door was blown open. He stayed where he was, but looked over his shoulder at the door. His friends on their feet, 1 had a chain whip in his hand, another a baseball bat, the last...stumbling around tryign to find a weapon.
"How did you get in here! That door was locked!" yelled one of the guys, slowly advancing towards the door, slightly stumbling from his drunken senses.
A growl was all that was heard, and then;
"You have something of mine, and I want her back."
Oooo Cliffhanger! But You Probably Already Know Who Said That. And I Must Say He Is Pissed!
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