Category : Adult

Sub Category : Horror

*WARNING: Graphic scene. Must be an adult.*

The smell of rotten meat was enough to wake up the young woman. It took a couple moments for her vision to go into focus and actually realize her surroundings. An empty room, a small room with cemented floor and walls, and a creaky and old rusted bed and a thin matress which made it clear it was worn down. She feels her heart race and she said, "What the fuck... What the fuck... What the fuck!" she feels metal clenched around her ankle she looks down only to discover she had a shackle around her ankle she yelled, "Hello!?! Someone help me!" she repeatedly began pounding on the door only to have a bald headed to appear in front of the bar like window on the door.

"Shut up bitch!" 

She glared and said, "What the fuck is going on! Where is Jace?" 

He laughed, "He will be here shortly. Now shut the fuck up before I make you." 

She spat on his face and just as he was about to come in and teach her a lesson Jace said, "Hey now! That is quite enough!" 

The bald bitch disappeared and he smirked at Lyla, "Hm, never pegged you as the feisty type." 

She narrowed her eyes, "Well I can be pretty fucking surprising. What is going on!?!" 

He opened the door then walked in before grabbing her wrist he laughs, "You are going to find out soon enough love!"

Survival instincts were kicking in and she slapped him across the face, "Don't touch me!" 

He faked a laugh before slamming her against the wall and grabbing her by the throat he said, "I can touch you however I please you self centered spoiled little brat!" he said before taking off her shirt and tossing her on the rusty old bed and he said, "I do as I please..  And fuck who I please. KILL who I please..." 

She continued fighting, her life depended on it. Even as he leaned down to kiss her she bit his lip hard, the taste of copper fell onto her lips.

Smack! 

That had given her a good smack across the face, her cheek stinging but she continued to fight even as he stripping her of her close. 

"Let me go!" she screamed. 

Her fight was useless however he treated her like a fuck toy. Even as she screamed and fought he was rough. This was not the man she fell in love with! This was a monster. Tears fell down her cheeks after he was done and he tossed her her clothes, "Get fucking dressed." he says before storming out. 

Lyla sobbed however noticed his pocketknife which seemed to have fallen during her struggle. 

She has to get out...