Chapter Five
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Gina’s P.O.V
This guy makes me sick to my stomach, but yet, I couldn’t deny that I still thought he was extremely good looking.
Wait, Am I f*****g crazy?
I can’t think like that!
To him, I was just another stupid woman that he thinks should die, I wonder if he has a girlfriend. He probably doesn’t. I doubt he would treat her right, and if he did have a girl, he probably beat her too… hell, might even rape her, who knows.
You could just tell by looking at him he’s probably used to having any woman he wants. Unlikely that he’s ever been rejected. But the real him, the one behind the beautifully handsome face, laid an evil, ugly dark soul. A twisted freak.
All I can say is if he did have a girlfriend… God help her!
He moved closer to me. I willed myself to just jump up and run, but my body wasn’t responding to my mind’s commands. I was almost frozen in fear. Leaning down, into my face, our noses were touching, I could feel his breath on my lips.
I didn’t want him anywhere near me, let alone THIS close.
Did this turn him on? Causing pain and fear to women? What a sick bastard.
Pushing me down, I fell back and laid flat on the bed. Climbing on top of me, he started stroking my face with the back of his hands.
I pushed it away, but it didn’t make a bit of difference.
‘f**k you!’ I screamed at him, Making him chuckle. I turned my head, not wanting to look at him, but he grabbed my chin roughly between his two fingers and pulled it back, forcing me to face him. His pinch tightened, making me whimper in pain, It made him smile more.
‘You kiss your mother with that mouth?’ he asked, referring to my swearing. I shook my head, as he leaned in closer, ‘Well, Your going to kiss me’. Before I had a chance to react, he crashed his lips to mine.
I didn’t like it. I wanted it to stop!
Pulling away, he just grinned down at me. I looked away again and waited for him to climb off me. When he did, I took advantage of my untied freedom and sat up, pulling my legs to my body, as a lame attempt to shield myself from him.
‘Did I say you could f*****g move?!’ He asked, clearly angry. I shook my head again, quickily, not wanting to escalate the situation. ‘See, Now you have to be punished’. He told me, Laughing as he walked across the room to his bedroom door.
Opening it, He shouted out to someone;
‘Damon, Come here’. Turning back to look at me, I heard footsteps running up the stairs and one of the most handsome men I’ve ever seen came walking into the room.
He had jet black hair that was gelled up into spikes, almost punky, Snakebites hugged his full, plump bottom lip and his eyes were the deepest of green I’d ever seen. To put it simply... He had the face of an angel.
‘What’s up Bri?’ He asked casually as if having a scared teenager, cowering in the bedroom was a normal, everyday thing. Something dark told me that is actually was completely normal in this house. He looked at me and grinned.
He might have the face of an angel, but he had the smile of a devil.
‘Go get me the pliers dude’. He told him. Nodding, this ‘’Damon’’ guy walked away again.
Oh HELL NO!
Walking back over to me, Brian looked down at me. Our eyes locked together again until Damon came back with the pliers and passed them over to his friend. f**k.
Brian opened and closed them slowly, probably trying to scare me...
Well, s**t, it was working!
‘Please, I’m sorry, I won’t move again, I swear, please!’ I begged, but it was clearly falling on deaf ears.
‘Do you wanna stay Damon and have a bit of fun with me and my new toy?’ Placing his hand on Brian’s shoulder, he laughed.
‘I’m surprised, Bri, You don’t normally share’. He joked. It made my stomach ice cold. ‘Not that I’m complaining’.
‘Get on the bed with her and hold her down’. He ordered. I started to panic and tried to get up, but they were both quicker than me and soon enough, I was pinned under Brian as he sat on my waist and my arms were held down firmly by Damon.
I was trapped.
‘Please, Don’t. I whispered one final time, Looking deep into Brian’s eyes, in an attempt to change their mind, but it was no use.
‘Aww, Look Bri, She’s so scared. She’s begging’. Damon seemed to joke again, sounding almost happy. This was so sick! ‘Don’t they all beg you?’ My eye contact never broke from brains for even a second as he nodded his head, ‘And has it ever helped?’
‘Never’. He said simply, Tipping his head to the side to look at me. Breaking eye contact. ‘Grab hold of her head’.
I gasped and tried to get up, but I was just pulled right back down again. Damon placed his knee on my shoulder and wrapped his arms around my head, holding me down. It was no use trying to struggle, I’d just cause more damage to myself than anything else.
Slowly, Almost teasingly, Brian moved the pliers towards my face.
It suddenly occurred to me that I had no idea what he was going to do, but my curiosity faded when I remembered my lip-ring.
‘Now, This is going to hurt, Just to let you know’ The pair chuckled again. I closed my eyes, Not wanting to watch. As predicted, The pliers clamped onto the small metal ring on my lip and slowly started twisting.
My eyes shot open as the pain started.
‘Stop!’. I screamed, But they wouldn’t and didn't. The twisting started to get more intense, turning one way and then flipping the other, before he started a more 360 twist. I screamed in pain, but neither of them seemed fazed.
I could taste blood on my mouth, and in one quick movement, He pulled, ripping the metal from my flesh. I screamed at the top of my lungs, I’d never felt pain like it. I could feel the small trickle of liquid run from my tore lip, down my chin.
He lifted the pliers up, Showing my bloodied lip hoop on them. I just looked at him, through tear filled eyes.
‘You can go now Damon, Thanks for the help’. He responded, but I couldn’t quite hear what he said, the pain in my face was so overwhelming, everything started to become distorted. When I looked back at Brian, His expression was blank, but his eyes held so much sadness…
Then everything went black...
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