Chapter 7: Deja Vu (Part 1)
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Ashley’s POV
The bright morning light shone into my eyes, momentarily disordering my nerves as I stormed out the door. I stared across the walls of the heightened fence, noticing the vastness of the mansion's vicinity.
It's beautiful. Varieties of trees sat along the driveway, casting shadows on the interlocks as the sunlight filtered through their leaves, and there was a roofed garage filled with tens of polished cars.
His voice from behind me caught my attention.
"Ashley, here's a car key. You'll need a ride to get back home." He said.
Now he sounds just like Devon, giving me material things so I would feel indebted to him. I paid no attention to his offer as I continued on my way.
His fingers gently gripped my arm, spinning me to face me. He lifted my palm with one hand, and held up the keys with the other, staring into my eyes with a sincere and remorseful expression etched into his face.
"Ash, I know you're mad at me, but you don't have cash, or a credit card." He reasoned. "At least, use my car to ride back home. And I promise, you don't need to return it."
He was right, accepting his help was my only option. My fingers unfolded, accepting the keys placed in my palms, with my face downcast.
To my surprise, he lifted his palm, smothering the tears off my chin. His mouth drew closer to mine, pecking my stiff lips.
"Be safe, Ashley."
As quickly as he had said those words, he turned away, walking into the mansion.
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My mind fast forwarded through the two-hour journey as I sped through the highway. All I could think of was the torment my mum could be experiencing. My fingers trembled as I slowly drove into the parking lot of our apartment.
I bolted out of the car, picking up a metal rod from the storage room. Then I sprinted up the staircase, clenching my fingers around the rod, determined to use it.
Our apartment was on the fourth floor with four others, all who were always too early to depart for work. Most of the time our floor would be completely empty, left with just my mum and I.
I twisted the door knob, pushing it in a slow and precise manner, so as to not be heard. The living room was pitch black, the lights had been turned off. My hands trailed across the walls, feeling for the light switch. And I took a deep breath when I felt the switch, tightening my grip on the metal rod.
I flipped the switch, retracting my hand quickly as possible so I could hold the rod with both hands, ready to take a swing.
But my confidence evaporated with the darkness, when my gaze landed on the men in the room. I counted five of them, three sitting comfortably on the couch and two pointing their guns at me.
I've seen movies, so I know that black conical thingy on the edge of their guns are silencers. No one would hear a thing if I and my mum were shot dead in this room.
My view became pitch black again, as a veil was drawn from above my head. Their hands grasped firm hold of me, dragging me into the bedroom.
"Sit!" He commanded, shoving me onto a wooden chair.
My arms were thrown behind the chair, and I felt ropes tightened around my wrists and ankles.
The veil lifted, and my gaze fell upon my mum, also strapped in a chair. The only difference is that she was gagged with a piece of cloth.
"Mum are you alright?" I asked, and she replied with a nod. She looks okay, not in tears, I'm glad they didn't hurt her.
My eyes darted across the room to see about ten armed men, and a fellow with bandage wrapped around his head, and a brace to support his broken arm.
"Hey Ashley. Missed me?" He asked when my gaze finally caught his face.
I chuckled out loud at his dumb act.
"Of course not, but I see you're missing a limb. I wonder how that happened?" I asked rhetorically.
Their expressions twisted in confusion as I continued making jests.
"And guys, what's with the blindfold? I mean, I literally live here." I jeered, "Gosh, you're all f*****g amateurs."
"Uhm, it was his orders Mam." One of them replied, referring to the bandaged pervert.
I assessed the pervert.
"Oh, so that's your boss?" I asked.
"You're all taking orders from a guy who lost part of his brains in a fight last night? Did he tell you that he peed his pants while begging for his life?"
The room was soon filled with suppressed laughter and chuckles by all except the pervert. He shrinked in shame, but immediately transformed his shame into anger.
"Get out! All of you!" He commanded, pointing towards the door. "Guard the entrance."
The room became silent for a brief second, then they all walked out the door, one after the other, until the three of us were left in the room – I, my mum and the pervert.
He walked over to where I sat, swinging his palm in the air until it collided violently with my chin.
"You see, Ashley, I might be missing a limb, but you're missing all four limbs."
Ouch, that hurts. I winced silently, trying not to display the pain throbbing in my chin.
He chuckled.
"Hey, pretty girl. Wanna have some fun?" He asked in a creepy tone, bending over to touch my chin.
"I'd rather f**k a pig!" I screamed, launching a ball of saliva at him.
"Well, I guess your mum will have to do." He seethed, straightening up and turning away from me.
"No, please. Don't touch her, I'll do whatever you want." I pleaded as I struggled to free my limbs, but to no avail.
He stopped in his tracks, turning back to face me. Then he pulled out a gun, placing it on a stool.
"You scream, she dies. You resist, she dies. You shrug, she dies." He stated, drawing closer to me until he was in front of me, bending over to stare into my eyes.
"If you don't act like you're enjoying this moment, I swear I'll f*****g kill her. Do you understand?"
"I understand." I muttered.
His gaze fell from my eyes down to my lips and neck, and stopped when they got to my chest.
And with one swift move, he tore out my shirt with his only functioning hand, completely ripping it apart. The top of my blossoms were completely exposed, and my mounds were clad in just my bra.
"Well, Ashley." He seethed, licking his lips brazenly. "I guess it's déjà vu."
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