✔ In Love With A Killer! (Book One) (R-Rated) ✔

Chapter Two

Gina's P.O.V

We were suddenly jumped gagged and shoved into what I could only guess was a van.

'So, Which one do you want Rob?' I heard someone say, Followed by a chuckle. It was a male's voice.

'I want that one, The one with the Dark Brown Hair'. Someone else spoke this time. s**t! He means Charlotte! There was a small whimper next to me. More than anything, I wanted to comfort her, But I could barely move.

'Great, Then I can have the Red-Head'. The first man spoke again.

Oh, f**k you!

As I thought it, The vehicle we were riding in came to a stop and a door opened.

'Any trouble with these two?' It was another different voice. I was trying to remember as much as I could, but being blindfolded, I didn't have much to go on. At least, I knew there were three different men... Though that was far from comforting.

'No. You act like we can't handle Two little school girls, Damon'.

'f**k you Bri'. These men weren't smart, We're they? Using their real names. Damon, Rob... Bri...Which I'm guessing is Brian.

Or maybe they just have confidence that we won't be getting away to tell anyone.

More fear erupted inside me.

Oh god, Was I going to die?!

I'm only 17!

'Come on, Let's hurry up and get these bitches in the house'. I think It was Damon that spoke.

Suddenly, I was grabbed by the arm and yanked forward. I wasn't able to catch myself quick enough and tripped over, Falling flat on the floor, Cracking my knee on what felt like a sharp rock.

I groaned out in pain, but it was muffled through my gag. I hope Charlotte didn't do the same.

'Pick the b***h up!' I felt an arm around my waist, and I was pulled to my feet. A bolt of pain ran through my knee and down to my ankle.

Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.

Whoever had a hold of me chuckled, Clearly noticing I had hurt myself. They started forward, Pulling me along with them. As soon as I put pressure on my leg to walk, I couldn't help another moan of pain escaping my mouth.

'Now, Now, Save that moaning for later'. He whispered harshly in my ear. My stomach went ice cold in fear. What the f**k did that mean?!

The man that had hold of me, Lifted me up slightly,

'There are steps. Climb them'. He helped me slightly due to my bad knee but wasn't out of kindness. When we reached the top of the stairs, there was more walking before I was thrown onto a cold hard floor.

A door closed, I wasn't sure if I was alone or not, but I was too terrified to move.

Was Charlotte still with me?

If not, Where the hell was she?!

As I built up the courage to try and get to my knees, There were footsteps. I wasn't sure what direction they were coming from, But, I was clearly not alone, I froze again until a hand went around my throat and pulled me to my feet.

'I'm going to have so much fun with you'. He chuckled again. It sent chills down my spine. What was he going to do to me? I couldn't stop the cry of terror. 'Now, What did I say before?' This time he seemed angry.

Pushing me harshly, I went flying backwards and landed on something soft.

A bed?

Oh god!

Oh no!

'Now, I'm going to remove your gag, Scream and I'll slice your throat, Understand?' I nodded quickily. I wasn't stupid enough to believe he was lying. Untying it, He pulled it out of my mouth. I started breathing deep breaths.

I was freaking out and starting to panic. I had to close my eyes behind the blindfold and try to calm myself down.

I didn't want to have a panic attack now!

'Good girl. Nice to know you can take simple orders'. He told me, Sounding almost impressed. 'I'm going to take your blindfold off now'. And he did.

The light of the room stung my eyes and I had to blink a few times before they would adjust to the new light, but when they did, My eyes shot around the room.

I was a little surprised to see I was in a bedroom. I knew I was on a bed, But, I wasn't expecting it to be an actual bedroom.

Then they landed on him.

I couldn't help but think... he was beautiful.

He had dark brown eyes, Long black hair and the most perfect face and body. His shirt clung to his torso and arms, showing he clearly worked out. His arms were covered in colourful tattoo-sleeves. He looked so... familiar Like I had seen him before, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

He was staring at me.

'What are you looking at?' I asked with more confidence than I should have, but He didn't even answer, He just continued to stare me down. 'Please, Why are you doing this?'