Page 30 of Torn
Chapter Seventeen
Becca
Pain is all I feel right now. Everything hurts and from the way I'm bouncing around my guess right now is that I'm in a trunk. My hands are tied behind my back, my feet are free, but whenever I try to move my leg, it's excruciating. There's something over my mouth, and my best guess would be tape.
God, how did everything get so bad so fast?
I think of Storm, and it hurts so bad.
As much as he betrayed me, right now he’s the only person I want to see.
I'm thrown into the wall of the trunk, and I scream into the tape as I roll back away. The car stopped moving, and I can hear doors opening and closing. Suddenly my darkness is replaced with blinding light. That's when I see him. The face that haunts me every time I think of my mother.
Anthony Ricci.
"Well, you've certainly grown up snitch. Hope you liked my roses." He smiles at me before bending down and picking me up. I'm thrown over his shoulder, and when I look around, all I see are trees. I have no idea where we could be, but I don't see signs of houses or people at all. "Let's go have some fun." I hear him say before his hand crashes down onto my ass.
I crane my neck around to see where he could be taking me and that’s when I see a small cabin. This is it, after all the pain and fear he finally found me.
He kicks the door closed, and the place is empty except for a dirty mattress in the center of the floor. Anthony throws me onto it, and the weight of my body crashes onto my wounded leg. I scream, and he laughs as he looks down at me.
"You know it's too bad you hid from me back then. It would have saved you a lot of pain just to let me take care of you then and there. I might have even let you have some fun before I killed you." He walks behind me, but I can't make my body turn to see where he went.
When he comes back, he's holding a jagged knife. "I think you're a little overdressed for this occasion. Sorry if I cut you in the process." He shrugs as he slices the knife down my torso cutting off my shirt, bra and leaving a long thin gash in his wake. "Told you." He does the same thing when it comes to my jeans.
The cuts burn, and I try to roll onto my stomach to ease the ache.
“Sorry, not gonna happen…what is it that biker trash calls you? Angel? Not gonna happen Angel.” His smile is sick as he looks down at me.
“You know kicking him in the balls to get away was a nice touch. When my boys told me that I was almost proud of you.” He kneels down beside me. “Too bad instead of finding you and apologizing I’ll end up mailing you back to him in pieces.”
My body sakes from fear and the cold air in the cabin.
"Too bad you let that asshole fuck you. I would have really liked to break this shit in myself." He cups me, and I try to scoot away from him.
He replaces his hand with the knife, and I feel the tip of it pressing into my skin.
"You can have my hand or the knife, your choice." I freeze. "That mean you are choosing my hand.?" I nod as tears pour out of my eyes. I yelp as he pushes his hand inside of me.
"You know I like my women to play rough, how about you? Biting, scratching, it's fucking sexy." His fingers dig into me, and I scream as he removes his hand from inside of me. His head dips as he takes my breath in his mouth. Before I know whats happening his teeth dig into my skin and I arch my back in pain. When he lifts his head up his face is covered in blood.
“This is much more fun than I thought it would be. Maybe I’ll let the boys have a turn before I end your dirty fucking snitch life. You put me away for years you little bitch, now you’ll regret it for the rest of your short life.”
He smacks me across the face and pain explodes across my cheek.
Please,someone,find me.
