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I get into the taxi, preparing myself mentally to face Mark. “Are you okay, miss?” the driver asks through the rearview mirror. “Yes… yes… thank you,” I fake a tired smile. “Heart problems, huh?” “I… no… it’s nothing.” “Don’t worry. When the heart gets heavy because the merchandise isn’t good, it throws it away itself. When the bad goes out, the good stays, right?” I smile at the sarcastic explanation from the bald driver with a huge mustache, who has no idea who I am or where I came from.

Freda put her hand on her forehead frustratedly. She couldn’t reach Paul and although she didn’t want to freak out, it was hard not to when she hadn’t been able to reach him all day long. She let a loose breath of air as the nerves started coiling inside her. “Where the hell is this idiot when you need him?” She muttered coldly, her anger seeping through each syllable. She huffed and threw her phone on the couch, clutching her head and settling herself on the couch.

He smacks the whip down on my back 1... 2... 3... excrutiating times. I take a big gulp of fresh air trying to get out of my memories. " Sit down and take it bitch! " he says unbuckling his pants. Why can't I get out? I can't breathe. He forces himself inside my throat. I couldn't breathe. I grab my throat desperately trying to breathe. Tears running down my face. He grabs my head and pulses it down on him.

Yeah I'm a good student and moderately cute, but not worthy of some horror movie kidnap the hot girl Type of deal. I kept screaming for what seemed like hours and my voice started to get horse. My throat sore from inhaling all that smoke, I was surprised I could even scream let alone for as long as I did. I look around to see if there's some water or something but no. Nothing but the four walls and this damn hay pile. God what am I livestock to these Jerks.

The fucking condom broke. Fuck. His breathing increased. Bonnie, on the other hand, asked confused as she felt the nervousness radiate from Lorenzo. "What's wrong?" "Fuck." Lorenzo only mumbled. "Lorenzo you're scaring me. What's going on? Is Grace okay?" Bonnie wobbled over to him, touching his shoulder. "The fucking—Shit!" He exclaimed, dropping the bin.

What the fuck? Something clutched at him, not physically but scrabbled against his head, trying to invade his mind. He whipped his head from side to side in an attempt to shake the feeling. He growled, frustrated when he still couldn't find something to attack. The pressure on his brain increased, and his hackles rose higher as his low rumble deepened.

“Yes and did I hear a little bit of excitement under your voice just now?” I run my hands through my long blood-red hair and give a small smile. “What excitement?” “Nothing, never mind. It’s nice to meet you though.” He states and goes back to the pushups he was doing by the side of the table. “And lastly, my boring ass brother Levi.” “Who?” There’s literally no one else at the table. “Oh, he’s over there.” She points towards a very fit guy doing dumbbell exercises in a corner. His arm muscles were contracting and his blonde highlights were sticking to his forehead due to sweat.