A/N: So, for all the crazy things that have been going on, it has only been two months since I've updated, which I feel pretty accomplished about. Those of you who expressed condolences through reviews, thank you. I am sorry this has taken so long to update. I am still not ahead on chapters again, and with the semester winding down, it's getting crazy, but I found some free time today and gave you guys almost 3000 words! Hope this makes up for the wait, and please continue to review! They motivate me to update faster! Enjoy!
Gabriella didn't know when she had nodded off, but the next thing she knew, sunlight was streaming through the half-closed blinds in the room and she was…on the bed. How did I get here? I was on the floor last night… She shook off the thought and let out a quiet groan before turning over and snuggling back into the covers. Only, they weren't covers. She lifted her head up quickly and saw Troy lying on his back next to her, breathing evenly and still asleep. She quickly scooted back across, freezing when his arm moved and landed across her body. She watched nervously as he took a breath and his ocean blue eyes blinked twice before he turned towards her.
"Morning Brie," he whispered, and in that instant, he almost seemed like a normal guy. But it was only for an instant as she made herself look at him until there was a yell and a loud knock on the door. "What?" Troy barked, and the door opened, revealing a smiling Kelsi.
"It's shipment day! It's shipment day! It's-"
"You would swear it was Christmas," Troy groaned, tossing a pillow at his cousin.
"Scrooge," Kelsi huffed. "I'll call you when the boys are ready to go." With that, Kelsi walked out, shutting the door behind her.
Realization hit Gabriella that she was once again alone with the boy who terrified her and the fear reentered her eyes, as did the futile looks to escape as they darted around before Troy's voice snapped her back to reality.
"Scared?" Her eyes darted up to him, making contact with and pleading with herself not to waver in the stare-down, even though she knew it was no use. "You know, you need to get used to it here, because you're going to be here for a long time." A tear leaked out of Gabriella's eye as he said that and the realization that she would never see anyone from home again hit hard.
"Wh-what do you want with me?" she asked quietly, swallowing her tears. A shiver went down her spine as he reached over and wiped away another stray tear.
"Wasn't that made clear many times, sweetheart?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm at the endearing term he used. "You. Are. Mine." Before Gabriella could utter a word, Troy pulled her legs toward him swiftly and he positioned himself much like he had the previous morning, brushing over her lips and skipping right to her neck where his lips attached. She felt him smirk against her as he hit a sensitive spot and she involuntarily let out a small moan. Then she felt his lips start to move lower and lower and she quickly jerked away.
"Stop!" she cried out before she could stop herself. Troy stopped mid-kiss and seemed to try and calm himself before raising his eyes to hers.
"What did you just say?" he asked in a low voice that made her uneasy.
"Nothing!" she responded quickly, hoping he would just forget it happened. She had no such luck.
"You don't tell me what to do, bitch," his voice rose a decibel as he replied to her. "Do you know what I have to do now, Gabriella?" he asked, tilting his head at her as if he was just curious. She shook her head quickly. "I don't want to hurt you," he mused, lifting her hopes that he wouldn't do anything bad. "But you leave me no choice but to punish you." With that, Gabriella's hopes plummeted and she started mumbling "no" and pleading with her eyes. "Shut up," he growled as he stood over her.
Gabriella gasped as Troy pulled her to his chest and flipped her so her back was to him. She felt him nip at her ear before flipping her again and pushing her across his legs, her butt in the air. She whimpered as he pulled her wrists in front of her and tied them with a belt from the dresser. Her whimpers turned to cries as she felt him pull down her soft pajama pants, leaving her in her underwear beneath him. He sighed as she felt his hand come down hard, causing her to cry out in pain.
"I don't want to do this to you, Brie, but you leave me no choice." Smack. "You. Need. To. Behave." Each word was emphasized by another hit to her bottom, and she was sure there were marks. But he wasn't done there. He continued hitting her, at least fifteen more times and each time it hurt more and more. By the time he pulled his hand away the final time, she was a blubbering mess and positive there was a handprint stamped onto her.
"Quiet," he said simply, and she tried to control her sobs so he wouldn't feel the need to hit her again as he pulled her pants back up and rolled her off of him. She let out another squeak as she landed right where he had been hitting her and quickly turned on her side as he laughed. Her relief didn't last long because Troy was on top of her again, pushing her onto her back on the bed. "I hope you learned your lesson." With that, he pressed a rough kiss to her lips, stood up, and strode out the door.
Once the door shut, Gabriella curled up on her right side, facing the blinded window and didn't try to stop her tears from coming.
Ten minutes later, she almost thought maybe Troy would let her be for the rest of the day, but it surprised her that he had left her unchained. There was no way he trusted her not to escape, and she didn't blame him. As she looked around the room futilely again, she heard light footsteps in the hallway and the door flew open to reveal Taylor and Kelsi.
"Hey there, sunshine!" Taylor chirped as the door shut with a bang behind the two. She raised her arms over her head in a stretch and the sunlight through the window glinted off of something at her waist. Gabriella's eyes dropped quickly to the source and saw that it was a gun. A million thoughts began swarming her head. Troy probably has a gun. Troy was in the bed with me. Troy was in the bed with me with a gun. Her mind kept swirling until she felt a hand gently swat at her arm. She whipped her head around to see Taylor now standing next to her.
"Not to freak you out even more or anything, but if you don't get with it and get dressed, Troy will be even angrier than he seemed to be when he left you," the ever-so-blunt brunette said, looking up at Kelsi for confirmation that Troy was as upset as she thought. She heard Gabriella's breath hitch next to her at that statement, and shook her head sympathetically before letting the bag on her shoulder slide down her arm and handing it over. "Put this on."
Gabriella curiously looked into the bag and then quickly back up at Kelsi with timid eyes.
"It's shipment day and Troy wants to show his new prize off," she explained with a shrug. "Now I suggest you listen to Taylor and get ready before he does something you really don't want him to." Gabriella nodded quickly and scampered into the adjacent bathroom, confused at Kelsi's demeanor change toward her. The girl in Gabriella's head adjusted her glasses and sighed. She didn't want to scare the poor girl more than she already was, but she couldn't keep treating her special if she wasn't, or it would get them all into some very hot water. Maybe Troy would eventually get it through his thick skull, but until then, Gabriella was just another one of his whores.
If Kelsi didn't believe her last thought before Gabriella went into the bathroom, she surely changed her tune when she walked out. She shook her head again, feeling more than sorry for the obviously shy and innocent girl that was trying to cover her body. Troy had ordered them to only give her what was in the bag, even if it only consisted of thigh-high black leather boots, barely-there tight black shorts, and a red bralet.
"Sorry, darling," Taylor said in a soft voice before opening the bedroom door and motioning to Gabriella, who unwillingly walked out and down the stairs. As she heard the heels on the boots clicking and clacking below, the Latina grabbed onto the railing both to steady herself and to make sure nothing that she could help would show. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as Jason looked up at the sound from his spot on the couch and his eyes widened before he quickly turned away. As she reached the bottom step, a hand clamped down on her mouth and arm hooked around her waist, pulling her back into a small alcove under the staircase.
"Not a sound," Troy's voice growled in her ear before he removed his hand and pushed her back into the far wall, his eyes closing in pleasure as he started to grind against her, much to her dismay. "Fuck, Brie," he breathed out as he pushed her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist so she wouldn't fall and running his hands all over her body. Her body jerked when his hand moved dangerously close to the gem between her thighs, but it only seemed to turn him on as he let out a breathy moan and attacked her lips with his. He pulled back for a moment and looked down at her half-exposed body, ignoring the fear and tears gathering in her eyes. "Do you know how fucking beautiful you look in red?" Gabriella let out a whimper as he spoke, and suddenly felt his lips back on her neck, moving quickly down until they hovered over her covered chest. "I want to…fuck you….so badly right…now." Troy managed to get out between throaty breaths as his eyes fluttered shut again. "Make some noise for me." His voice was stern and Gabriella had no idea what he meant until she felt his hand force its way into her shorts and then her panties, gliding softly over her sensitive area. As much as Gabriella hated what was happening, she couldn't stop her body from reacting and knew she was soaking wet from the man holding her prisoner. "God, baby…" Troy breathed as Gabriella let out a sob. Before she knew what had happened, a finger was thrust inside of her and she let out a scream. "That's it, whore, nice and wet for me, fuck, you're so tight," he whispered as he moved his finger in pace with her hips, smirking as she began to move them voluntarily and attached his lips to her neck again, to the spot he already knew would elicit a reaction.
And boy, did he get a reaction. He began to move his fingers faster as he slid his tongue over her tanned skin and she cried out both in fear and unwanted pleasure. Just as Troy thought he couldn't take it anymore and hooked his thumbs into her waistline, he felt something hit the side of his head. "What the hell?!" he yelled, turning his head to see a laughing Kelsi gesturing towards him that it was time to go. He turned back to Gabriella and looked like he had just noticed the tears streaming down her face as sobs continued to wrack her body.
"I never want to see you cry again when I give you pleasure like that, bitch, or I might have to punish you again," he growled into her ear, gripping her hair tightly when she started to shake her head frantically. "You are mine." He continued to mutter curse words under his breath as he backed away and dropped to the floor in surprise. She watched as he turned and yelled Chad's name before stalking to the door. She felt a presence by her side and had never been more grateful to see Kelsi, even if she was being distant.
"He can believe all he wants that it's not different…" Kelsi trailed off when she realized Gabriella was listening. "I couldn't let him do anything with the guys watching," she hurriedly explained, cutting a glance over at Zeke near the refrigerator. She straightened out Gabriella's clothes, handed her a sweatshirt, and pulled her up and towards the door
"She rides with me." Troy barked the order from inside the black sedan when he noticed Kelsi steering Gabriella toward the Porsche instead. "Taylor and Chad are with me." Kelsi shrugged, guiding Gabriella towards Taylor before hopping into the Porsche with Jason and Zeke, speeding off, Troy right behind them once the other three were safely inside.
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"Tay, stay in here with her," Chad said, following Troy's lead and hopping out of the vehicle. Taylor crossed her arms and mumbled under her breath some words that Gabriella couldn't hear, but she knew she was upset about being stuck baby-sitting. She watched out the window as Kelsi, Jason, and Zeke joined Troy and Chad in there walk towards the dock until they disappeared from sight.
She kept glancing over at Taylor for the next ten minutes or so until the dark-skinned girl finally gave in.
"Do you want to say something?" she asked, placing a hand on Gabriella's shoulder.
"Maybe," Gabriella replied in a quiet voice, glancing out the window once more. Taylor nodded encouragingly and Gabriella opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, ten or fifteen mobsters came running back from the direction of the dock, where loud yelling could be heard.
"Come on," Taylor said, pulling Gabriella with her as she opened the door and started running in the direction the others had gone. As they drew closer to the where the showdown was, Taylor drew her gun and told Gabriella to stay behind her. After another minute, they had joined the group of Silver Stallions. Gabriella heard the girl curse quietly when she realized who was in front of them, and Gabriella peeked over her shoulder carefully.
Standing in front of them was a group of six people standing across the Silver Stallions. Three were males, one with medium straight, jet black, one that looked strikingly like Chad, and one with short, blond hair The other three were females, one a blond with long hair and looking confident as hell, one with hair a little darker than the confident one and looking a bit taken aback as she stood to the right of the first one, and the third one…she looked out of place. Gabriella let her eyes pause on this one a bit longer and noticed the vice grip the Chad-look-a-like had her in.
"What do you want, Sharpay?" Taylor called out suddenly, tightening the grip on her gun.
"Well, that's an easy one," the taken aback girl said before the confident blond raised her hand sharply, effectively shutting her up.
"As Tiara just informed you, that's an easy question," the one that must have been Sharpay smirked, her eyes scanning the entirety of the gang across from her. "Jimmie, Ryan!" She called sharply. The black-haired and blond-haired boys took a step forward, only to freeze in their tracks when Chad and Zeke quickly trained their guns on them.
"Just tell us what you want," Kelsi said, placing her gun back on her hip and holding her hands up. Gabriella glanced next to her and saw Troy standing with his jaw clenched tightly and his knuckles white from how hard he was holding onto his gun. Sharpay ignored Kelsi and looked right at the man in question in Gabriella's mind.
"What's the matter, Troy? Still can't speak for yourself?" she chucked as one of the veins in Troy's neck throbbed.
"Shut it, Shar. What the hell do you want?" Troy yelled. Sharpay tilted her head and looked at him with a strange expression her face.
"Her." Was all she said and nodded behind him. Troy turned his head slightly and almost did a double-take.
"No way in hell!" he screamed at her.
"What she means to you," Sharpay continued, unphased by the raise of his voice or Gabriella's expression of fear. "If this is one that makes you tick."
Troy's finger started to quiver at the trigger of the gun and Taylor noticed. She looked back up at Sharpay.
"Get out of here. Now."
"But are you sure you want Donny to take her with us?" Sharpay smiled again, unaware of the fact that Troy could pull the trigger any second. "We could easily take-" Sharpay was cut off by gunfire, followed by a series of four more shots with unknown origins. As the bullets flew, a girl let out a blood-curdling scream and Gabriella fell to the ground.