I didn't get out of the bed until Punk had been gone for a little over an hour. My body was in complete shock after what had just happened, and it sure as hell wasn't the good kind of shock. If I hadn't believed the rumors before, I sure as hell believed them now. My entire body was shaking, and there was no denying the tears that were springing out of my eyes. I didn't even know if he was going to come back and finish what he had started, but I had no doubt about it. If he wasn't afraid to practically molest me, what was stopping him from coming back to rape me?
When I tried to open the door so I could make my way to the bathroom and scrub his touch off of me, I found that the door was locked again, meaning I had no way to get out. I groaned in frustration and then walked over to the dresser to see if there were any new clothes. Joe hadn't lied, and instead of only lingerie and panties sets, there were now some somewhat reasonable clothes for me to wear as well. The t-shirts were all a little too tight on me, probably on purpose, and the sweatpants I'd found were fine. Once I changed I got back onto the bed and huddled into a tight ball, trying to stop thinking about what had happened not even an hour ago.
I already knew there was no chance of me getting to sleep. How could he honestly expect that after what had just happened? I didn't know what he was playing at, but it was bullshit. I needed to find a way out of this place before he did more than just touching me. I couldn't just sit here and wait for them to rape me.
It was clear to me that I wasn't going to get out through the door and be able to walk out through the front door, and I already had decided that the window was too high. But I couldn't afford to just not do anything. I walked back over to the window and studied the height between the end of the window and the ground. It was far enough that if I did use the sheets and they did become untied, I wasn't going to kill myself. I could fall, and I would get hurt. But in the end, I would be able to get the hell out of here.
That was when I made up my mind. I stripped the blankets off of the bed and tossed them onto the floor before I took the sheets, tying them together before throwing them through the window and attaching them to one of the handles on the dresser before pushing my legs over the edge of the window. I held on tightly to the sheets so I wouldn't fall, and then started inching my way down the wall, careful to avoid breaking any windows and hoping like hell that none of them were focused on said windows. I dropped to the ground with about five feet to spare and groaned. My arm was a little sore but it was nothing that I couldn't deal with.
That was the least of my worries, I quickly realized when I heard two voices from not too far away. "—that dumb bitch that Joe brought. I personally wouldn't mind banging her," one of the voices said with a chuckle.
"Yeah, well, from what I've heard from Punk, she's off limits. Don't get your hopes up on bagging her, Rick. She isn't gonna be like Traci or the others," the second voice said. My breath hitched in my throat when I saw two flashlights illuminating the ground. My first instinct was to run, but I knew that I wouldn't get far. Whoever these people were would find me, and I'd only get caught. And now that I was out, I definitely did not want to go back in. All of a sudden, the movements stopped, and I saw the flashlight near the tip of my shoes.
"What the fuck, Joe? Let's just hurry up and get this over with. It's freezing out here," one of the voices complained. There was a thud sound that almost made me think one of them had hit the other before the flashlight's beam returned to right near my foot.
"I heard something, that's what," Joe's voice said before walking closer to me. He stopped, and then chuckled before turning around. "And I think I found it."
Before the flashlight's beam could even touch me, I darted. My only instinct now was to run, and hope that I was faster than these two assholes. Otherwise, I was in trouble. I knew that Joe had been relatively nice to me so far, but I knew that if he found out I'd escaped, he wasn't going to be that way. Hell, he'd probably kill me for all I knew. And death wasn't something I had in mind.
"Hey!" One of them called out to me. I didn't bother turning around as I continued running, not wanting to see them. Hopefully I could make it to the gate and get out of here. I knew that I could hide if I got out of here, I could find a place to hide.
Those plans were cut short, however, when I felt someone tackle me to the ground for the second time in a few days. It pissed me off. Before these guys, I'd been good at getting away and hiding. Why couldn't I do it now, when I really needed to?
I let out a small cry of pain when someone's hand wrapped tightly in my hair and pulled my face up, and someone shined the flashlight on my face before a chuckle sounded from their mouth. "Well, well. Speaking of the little bitch herself. You know, they thought you'd try to escape, but no one thought you'd bethatstupid," he told me. I glared up at the man, not caring what he looked like as I was pulled to my feet.
I didn't say a word as I was dragged back into the house, and the second we walked into the foyer, we were met by Samoa Joe. When he saw me, he looked almost surprised, and then that surprise turned into a very clear look of anger. "Why does she have dirt all over her and why are you bringing her in from outside?" He asked the two men on either side of me. One of them let out a small chuckle before speaking.
"The little bitch tried escaping through her window," the one holding my arm tightly told him, tightening his grip on my arm. My face drained of color when Samoa Joe scowled at me, pulling me away from the man before muttering at them to leave and continue walking the grounds. He didn't speak to me until they were gone, but I could tell he was majorly pissed off when he did.
"Do you honestly have a fucking death wish, Skylar? I'm trying as hard as I can to at least make your stay here somewhat comfortable, and you pull that shit?" He asked me, squeezing my shoulder hard enough that I knew there'd be a bruise there in the morning. I just scowled at him, not even pretending to be nice. I knew it wasn't the smartest thing I could do, but hey, who said I was smart in the first place?
"You could make me more comfortable by letting me the fuck go!" I yelled at him, pulling my shoulder loose from his hold. Unlike Punk would have, Samoa Joe actually let my arm go, but he didn't step back. "I don't want to be here!"
"You don't have a choice," Samoa Joe told me, narrowing his eyes. "Let me make that fucking clear right now. You are here because your father sold you to us. He traded you because he had no money to pay his debts. Is it fair? No. Do I give a shit? No. The bottom line is that you're here, and there's no fucking way you're leaving. So you can either make the best of it, or you can force us to make your life a living hell."
I listened to his mini-rant without hearing a word of what he was saying. It was all going in one ear and out the other until he came to his final sentence. At that, I shot a nasty look at him before crossing my arms tightly over my chest, meeting his Brown eyes once again. "Punk already fucking does that," I hissed at him. "And so do you, and all of the others. If all you're going to do is fucking rape and molest me, just shoot me now."
He seemed to be listening to me, and as soon as the words 'rape' and 'molest' came out of my mouth, I realized I'd made another huge mistake when his eyes darkened and his hands tightened into fists at his side. "We don't rape or molest the girls here, Skylar," he told me in an angry voice. "I don't give a shit what you heard out there," he continued, pointing at the door. "Nothing like that happens under my roof."
"Oh, really?" I sneered at him, almost amused by his words. "If not, then why the fuck did Punk rip my shirt off a few hours ago? Why do I have fucking hickeys on my stomach that I didn't want? If you don't rape and molest, why did he fucking touch me when I told him to get off of me?"
My voice was becoming increasingly louder with each word that I spoke, more anger there as I remembered feeling Punk's lips graze across my skin earlier. My body may have betrayed me once or twice when he kissed me, but I sure as hell hadn't wanted him to touch me. Joe's eyes narrowed once again at my words, and he moved his hands too quickly to the hem of my shirt for me to stop him. He lifted the fabric just enough to see two dark hickeys on my skin, and he let out a low hiss before letting the fabric fall again.
"Go to your room," he told me through clenched teeth before stepping back. I blinked, unsure of what he meant by that. I'd been expecting something a little more dramatic than that. Maybe a slap, like Punk would have done, or perhaps some more yelling. It was only then that I realized I had no fucking idea how to get back to my room in the first place.
"Uh…I'm not sure how to go back to my room," I muttered. He turned to give me another glare before letting out a frustrated sigh, yelling another name that I hadn't yet heard. A few minutes later, a half-naked, tall man with wild black hair started coming down the stairs, clearly pissed off.
"This better be fucking good, Samoa Joe. I was just getting—" he started before Samoa Joe cut him off with an angry look. Immediately, the tall man closed his mouth, and stopped, waiting for the angry man to speak.
"Take Skylar up toyourroom. I don't trust her not to try and escape. Get Traci out of there and dressed. I don't give a shit if you were getting laid. That can wait. After you're done with that, get Steel, and tell him to come down here. We're going to find Homicide and CM Punk."
He said Punk's name with Homicide, and I wasn't quite sure why. It suddenly dawned on me that perhaps Samoa Joe didn't know what Punk had done to me, and it made me almost happy to know that Samoa Joe was angry with him. Maybe this would help me get out of here. The black haired man blinked and looked down at me, and then back at Samoa Joe.
"Am I going, or do you want me to babysit?" He asked, shutting up once again when Samoa Joe glared at him.
"You really think Steel could help me get CM Punk back here? Just get fucking Rocky to watch her, Cabana!" He yelled before disappearing off into another part of the house. I stood there until the man called Cabana touched my shoulder, making me turn my attention to him.
"You sure pissed him off, whatever you said," he muttered under his breath before moving to the side of the stairs. "Get going, you heard him."
I didn't say a word as he muttered under his breath about not ever getting laid and having to take care of everyone's dirty work as we made our way up the staircase. He led me down the same hallway that my bedroom was in, and then shoved a door open before stepping inside. I recognized the girl laying on the bed in some porn star position as the girl that Punk had been with in the kitchen, and when she saw me, a smirk formed on her face before she looked at Cabana.
"I didn't know you wanted a threesome, baby. I thought I was good enough," she pouted. The man just rolled his eyes before shaking his head, tossing a t-shirt over to her.
"Get dressed and go to your room, Traci. Business calls. Get Rocky while you're at it, and tell him to come here," he told her before turning to look at me. "Just make yourself at home, I guess. Wouldn't recommend sitting on the bed, though," he told me before going over to the closet to pull some clothes out.
A few minutes later, a man that was shorter than Scott and just a little heavier walked into the bedroom, a confused look on his face. Like all of the other men I had crossed here, he was somewhat attractive, although all of those thoughts vanished out of my mind when I remembered that he was part of the gang.
"Why is Joe downstairs yelling and screaming about kicking CM Punk's ass? What'd the fucker do this time?" He asked before looking at me. He didn't say another word as Cabana pulled a shirt over his head, looking over at him.
"I don't know why he's got his panties in a bunch, but it has to do with her," he said, pointing at me. "And something she said. I've gotta go help make sure he doesn't kill CM Punk, so you're in charge of watching her. She already tried to escape once tonight, don't let her do it again," he said before walking out of the bedroom.
I watched as he disappeared through the doorway and pulled the door closed behind him before looking over to the man who'd taken his place. He gave me a friendly smile, and then sat in a chair in the corner of the room. I sat down on the floor, choosing to listen to Cabana's advice, and then sighed as I looked towards the windows. It was obvious that Rocky or whatever his name was wasn't going to say anything, and I wasn't about to start a conversation with him. I was wondering what Samoa Joe was going to do to CM Punk, and I couldn't wait to find out.