something sharp pressing into my hip.
I feel him lean down on me, and then his hot breath is in my ear. I try to yank my head away, but that only makes him grab my hair, forcing me to stay in place.
“I love your screams. They are music to my ears,” he whispers.
“Please don’t hurt me,” I whimper. “If you let me go I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”
He chuckles darkly and it makes my body start to tremble with panic and dread.
I feel his lips on my ear, as he continues, “You think you’re beautiful? You think you can please a man like Noah?” He yanks at my hair and I can only whimper in response. “You’ll never be able to satisfy a man like Noah!” He screams, making my whole body jerk with fright. He yanks my head up until it can’t go back any further. “I want to hear you say it!”
I don’t know what he wants to hear! I can only focus on the terror pulsing through me. I wish Daddy was here! Why didn’t I go to daddy?
“Say it!” he roars and I try to flinch away from him.
“What?” I croak out, willing to say anything if only he’ll let me go.
He presses his lips against my ear and sneers, “that you can’t satisfy Noah.”
My mouth and throat are dry and I lick at my lips. “I can’t satisfy Noah.” When he lets go of my hair and my head falls forward, I suck in huge gulps of air.
I feel pressure against my back and then a hot searing pain tears through me. I start to scream, thrashing as much as I can … and then I hear him say, “I researched how to break a person. They say a broken soul is the worst thing. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll kill yourself. It will be perfect, you taking your own life because you’re so pathetic. First I isolate you. You’ll get to see outside, but you’ll never be outside again. Then I’ll make you dependent on my for everything, even to take a piss. This is going to be so much fun!”
I feel the sharp point press against my skin again and then he cuts into my lower back again. “Stop!” I shriek, “Oh God, please stop! I promise to do anything!”
“We’re going to play a game. If you can guess what I’m writing on your back, I’ll let you go.”
Writing? He’s fucked up! He’s slicing me and he calls it writing!
I’m going to die!
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Chapter Fifteen
Noah~
It’s been over twenty-four hours since Amy went missing. There no sign of her or Brad.
Dad and Uncle Garrett are out, looking for Amy. I wish there was something I could do!
I know Uncle Garrett blames me. Hell, I blame myself. I should’ve listened to Amy! If something happens to her Uncle Garrett will kill me!
I just want her safely back. I’ll never say a mean word to her again. I’ll spend my life making it up to her.
I just want Amy back.
I’ve been trying to think where Brad could have taken her.
My phone rings, and I’m expecting a call from Dad, so I just answer.
“You’re going to be so proud of me,” Brad’s voice comes over the line.
I freeze. I can’t believe he is actually phoning me.
“Brad?” My voice cracks with tension.
“I’ve taught her a lesson. She won’t dare to upset you again. She now understands that she’s not good enough for you.” I hear Brad moving and then a hoarse moan fills my ear, sending my heart into overdrive. I hear Brad talking in the background, “tell him!”
My heart stops and all I hear is an overwhelming silence, and then, “I … I’m …” I hear Amy take a shallow breath, “… not.” She stops talking and after a few agonizing seconds I hear Brad yelling, “I’ll bury this knife in your heart! Fucking tell him!”
I hear Amy take a ragged breath and then her voice comes over the line, “I’m … so sorry, Noah. I’ll … never upset you again. I’m not … good enough … for you.” Her voice cracks and sounds so small, gripping at my heart. “Please help me.”
“You bitch!” Brad screams and I hear Amy cry out in pain. I hear movement, as if the phone is
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