Alex's POV;
I watch in horror as Damon's car zooms off.
"So, you think you're tough huh? " The tattooed face man questions me as he pulls me off the bed I was kneeling on, and harshly throws me to the ground.
I scream in fear and pain as my knees make contact with the hard, wooden floor. The man who had left the room earlier comes back in with, a long, green rope. He hands it over to the other man and he smiles at me devilishly.
My sobs and tears increase as I stand up and begin to run around the room begging them to spare me and not ruin my life. One of the men takes hold of my shirt and rips it. Causing my once perfect blouse to now look like an unbuttoned shirt, and allowing my black camisole to come into view.
The tattooed man walks over to me and throws a heavy slap across my face
"Behave! Don't make me hurt you! "He barks, and I cry in pain and horror as I lay on the floor between these three monsters.
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