Page 18 of Falling With a Spin

What did he do to me?

I open my mouth to make any sort of noise, but he fills it with fabric. Tears well up in my eyes, and he lets off of me just enough for me to try to escape, but he grabs my hair, yanking me back towards him.

I’ve talked to him about foreplay and new things I’ve been wanting to try that I’ve read in books. But nothing like this has ever been brought up. We might have been rough a little bit here and there, but not to this extent. I think that's what scares me the most right now.

I hear a clicking of metal, and it sets off warning bells in my head as he removes what I'm pretty sure is his belt. He wraps the leather around my wrist, tightening it to where it causes pain, and when I wince, a devilish smile crosses his face.

“We are going to have so much fun tonight.” He brings the back of his hand to my face as his knuckles trace down the side of my face, wiping away the tears.

His touch was always warm and inviting, but now it's ice cold and unwelcoming. His rough hand touches my skin as it slides up my dress, gripping my thong and ripping the fabric down my legs. A choked sob releases from me as everything in me tries to move away again, to escape, but the restraints won't budge. All I can do is sob as I frantically shake my head back and forth, letting a muffled scream leave my mouth.

He steps back just enough to keep me caged in as he stips his pants and boxers down to the floor. He strokes his cock while looking at me like I’m his prey, and you know what? I just might be.

Chad climbs onto the bed, and tears stream down my face as he forces my legs apart. “Please, no,” I try to say, but it's all muffled by the fabric. My body goes limp from whatever he gave me earlier; my vision starts to become blurry once more, and it gets harder to breathe.

“You’re mine,” he growls and forcefully thrusts inside me, causing a burning sensation.

I squeeze my eyes shut, willing my mind to go somewhere else.

“No one else can have you.” His hand collides with my cheek, and I see stars behind my already shut eyelids.

Thrust. Squeak. Another smack, and then his hand is around my neck, squeezing. My eyes open wide, and I claw at his wrist, begging for him to let me go, but darkness quickly takes over me.

I stir awake, my throat dry, my wrists sore, and my head pounding. I’m not sure how long I've been asleep. It can’t have been long since the music is still vibrating the walls, causing the headache to worsen. I move my legs, but a burning feeling between them causes me to stop, and I wince at the pain. I scoot towards the edge of the bed as I try to remember what happened. Bits and pieces are coming up from the surface, but I can’t remember much after telling Chad that I need another drink.

Where is Chad?

My head slowly starts to clear, and I look down to see my dress torn right down the middle. Red streaks are covering my legs, and bruises are already starting to form on the inside of my thighs. Bright red marks wrap around my wrist, and I already feel the bruise forming under my tender skin.

I look around the room for something to cover me up with. Only finding a small blanket on the bed, I grab it and wrap it around my shoulders. I need to see where Taylor or Chad is at and get out of here. I slowly walk over to the door, gritting my teeth together as the pain worsens with each step.

Walking out of the room, I lean against the wall for support as lingering people stare at me. As I pass them, they go back to whatever they were doing before, minding their own business.

My energy starts depleting as I walk against the wall. It’s taking everything in me not to fall asleep. I need to make it to Taylor and Chad, and then they can take me home, and I will be able to fall asleep there.

I make it a few more steps when I hear someone calling my name, but when I look around, I don't see anyone I recognize.

Taking a few more steps, I hear them again.

Looking around again, I don’t see anyone, but I swear someone is calling my name. Chad? Taylor?

As I take a step forward, I trip and end up falling against the wall down to the littered floor, and right as darkness is about to take me, I hear that voice calling my name again.

Chapter 8

Emma

Oh my god, what is that banging? Who the fuck thinks it’s okay to make this much noise? I pry my eyes open, ready to give the insolent of a person my piece of mind. Except when I open them, I realize that the bed I’m in is not my own. I look down to see that the clothes I have on are also not mine.

A Blink-182 t-shirt and a pair of boxers cover my body, and I start to freak out. How the hell did I get here? Who changed me? Where is Taylor and Chad? My questions are running in circles throughout my head, causing a headache. My head snaps to the right as a knock comes from the bedroom door.

“Come in?” I question with a shaky breath.

I’m not sure who it’s or if they are the owner of the bedroom and are going to kick me out. Scooting back further onto the bed, I pull the covers closer to my chest as the doorknob turns. Trying to hide myself from the stranger that's about to walk in. Panic rises in my chest, and my breathing becomes more raged.

Did they bring me here?

I look up at the walls to see if there’s anything I can use to identify who this room belongs to. My head snaps back to the door when I hear it creak open. I see Garrett walking in, holding a glass of water in one hand and something small in his other that I can’t make out.

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