For added atmospheric mood, play Kasabian's Club Foot while reading. It's a great song!
She opened her eyes to a blur, nothing had a shape. It was all just one big blob. As her vision slowly took a form she tried figuring out where she was but it was useless, nothing was registering. Trying to hear her way around, she could make out Kasabian's Club Foot on maximum volume.
"Good, you're awake."
Even though the music was at a deafening volume she could still make out that not too distant voice. It was too horrible not to notice. That's when it hit her. Suddenly she knew where she was and why she was there. Closing her eyes hoping it was a dream she opened them, to her discontent it was real as day break. She looked up to find him sitting in a chair in front of her grinning. Fear began to take over and she started to struggle but noticed she wasn't going anywhere, her hands had been tied to the bed posts.
Vegas shook his head as he got up and walked over to her.
"Uh uh no struggling, it'll only make it hurt more."
Not listening to him she continued trying to break free, but he was right. The more she fought the more the ties strangled her tiny wrists. Still keeping her eyes on him she worked to loosen the ties. The closer he got to her the harder she tried.
"Untie me," she scowled.
"Now why would I do that?"
He crept on the bed making his way on top of her, but not without a fight. Jill kicked like she never kicked before sending him flying off the bed.
"Jill stop that."
Vegas was angry and when he got angry, he became violent. Making his way over to the bed he grabbed her legs and pinned them down causing her to gasp from the pain.
"I told you not to fight back. Remember what happened earlier? Now you're pretty face has an awful shiner."
Tears began to roll down her face making her fresh laceration sting. She couldn't see the cut but she could feel it. Her face felt hot and swollen.
"Just let me go please," she sobbed.
"Can't do that babe."
"Why?"
Her body became tense as she felt him come on top of her. He moved his face closer to hers causing her to flinch and turn away. She wanted to fight back but it was no use, his weight compared to hers, she couldn't stand a chance.
"Because," he gripped her face turning it towards him, "I already told you, I want you."
Jill trembled at his words. In a way she knew what was going to happen and she wanted to cry out loud. But who was going to hear her? No one was home but them.
"What if Jeremy or your mom comes home?"
He smirked.
"Jeremy's sleeping over a friends house tonight, and my mom? Don't worry it'll just be the two of us all night."
That was it, no hope, no one to help her. It was like he planned it. So she had no choice, even though she knew it was worthless, she still needed to try. Try and fight him...if she could. Mustering up all her strength she kicked her hardest under his grip.
It wasn't enough, she managed to almost throw him off the bed that was the best she could do. That's when she started screaming. Her cry loud and shrill.
"Help, someone..."
Her screaming sent Vegas up the wall. The bitch wouldn't listen. Taking his right hand he sent it across her face.
"What did I tell you? Don't struggle," he gripped harder.
Jill had enough, no matter how much he hit her she wasn't going to give up. Giving him a snare she spat in his face.
"That's it," he took one of his hands and wiped off the mess, "I was going to be gentle with you, but fuck that."
She looked at him still in pain from her newly fresh bruise. He started to take off his shirt and then the panicking began. Jill tried to get out of his grip but he was too strong. He was 6 feet for crying out loud, she was a mere 5 feet 6 inches.
She saw his hands heading for her shirt. She was about to scream but he was one step ahead of her. Before one little noise his hand was already covering her cries, the other pulled her shirt open practically ripping it off exposing her bra. Jill closed her eyes and began weeping. She could feel his hands wandering her partially exposed body, it made her feel weak and worthless.
Then he headed for her trousers. Jill began breathing loud, her heart beat quickened as he unzipped and started to pull them down. Stopping mid way he moved up to her ear.
"You should've just let me have you when were together," he kissed her bruise as she kept her eyes closed, instead of our situation now, but Sheryl kept her word."
Jill's eyes opened immediately with the sound of Sheryl's name. What did he mean? What did Sheryl have to do with everything?
Just then they heard a large crash breaking the tension between the two. Their focus on the door.
It was Nathan.
"What the fuck?" In pain and out of breath, Nathan stared at Vegas on top of an almost naked Jill.
He had run all the way to Vegas' house which was near the beach, twenty minutes away. Jill's jeep was in the driveway. He ran up to Vegas' room. It was locked and the music was loud enough to fill a stadium. Something was definitely going on. So without thinking he charged at the door causing it to bust open.
Vegas eyed his door hanging off its hinge.
"Aww Nathan man why'd you have to do that?" Whining like a twelve year old.
"Get off her Vegas."
The blonde rolled his eyes.
"First you bust up my freaking door now you interrupt me in the middle of something."
Nathan's voice became more stern, crackling with anger.
"I said get the hell off her."
"Shit man, who do you think you are?"
"Someone who's about to kick your ass."
And with that Nathan grabbed Vegas and threw him across the room causing him to crash into his drawer. Nathan walked over to him and picked him up again socking him in the face.
"This is for giving her that shiner," he punched him in the stomach.
"This is for trying to rape her," he punched him the face.
"and this is for touching her," another punch to the face. This time sending a bloody Vegas falling to the ground. Not even able to get up and fight back.
Nathan turned to see a shaking Jill laying on the bed. He could feel the pain and fear in her eyes. Who knew what Vegas did to her before he got there.
"Did he? You know?" He meant touch her anywhere inappropriate.
Jill shook her head as she weeped. She looked so distraught. Her face dawned purple bruises and her clothes were all torn.
Nathan went and untied her wrists seeing her struggle, they were scratched and a bit swollen. Taking off his sweater he put it around her. He slowly picked her up trying not to hurt her anymore than she already was. Still in pain, Jill flinched in his arms.
"It's okay, he whispered, "you're safe now. I won't hurt you."
Carrying her out of the room. She was still scared and he could feel it. Out of the whole time he'd known her, this was the only time he'd seen her so vulnerable. Soothing her with his words he reached in to his pocket for his phone. Hitting speed dial he waited for an answer.
"Luke..."