Save Me - Chapter Two
Mia wakes up in handcuffs? Comment, please!
A/N:This part is connected to the story!
WARNING FOR Violence and Sexual language!
Mia was tied up to a chair. Her arms were tied together and her wrists were handcuffed together
She tried to fight against the ropes, but it was useless.
"My sweet, little Mia."
A man stepped into the dark room and the light flickered on. Mia looked around the room. The room had white, blank walls and a cement floor.
A dirty mattress was lying on the floor. On than the mattress the room was empty. The room had no prisoners.
Mia felt like she was trapped in prisoner. She was stuck in a dark, gloomy room and she had no connection to the world.
The man was in his early twenties, and he was incredibly handsome. He had cold green eyes and blonde hair that fell against his forehead.
He wore no shirt, which showed off his muscular chest. His hands cupped her head into his hands.
"Mia, where is she?"
Mia bite her bottom lip. Think of a lie, quickly.
There was no way she was going to tell him where Emilia was. She would rather die than put Emilia at risk.
"I don't know, she didn't tell me anything."
His hand lifted and he slapped her. Her face burned from the blow, but she refused to cry. She refused to show weakness.
She refused to show him how terrified she was of him. She wouldn't give him that type of power.
"Oh, Mia I know your lying. And, if you don't tell me where she is I'll be forced to hurt you. He pressed a knife against her wrist and the knife pressed into her skin.
Mia closed her eyes. "Go ahead, I'm not afraid."
The man smiled. "You should have just told me the truth.
He took the knife and began to cut her wrist.
* * * *
Mia woke up tied to a bed. Her wrist was burning. She looked down at her new wound. He had cut her wrist and then he had stitch up the wound.
"I figure I might as fuck you one last time, before your dead. I wanted to keep you alive longer, but you've become to much of a risk for me."
Mia wasn't scared of dead. She would rather die than have to spend another day in this hell whole.
"I'd rather be tortured again, then to have you touch me." Mia spat
The man laughed. "Be quiet."
She could hear a condom wrapper ripping.
"And when you die, no one will care. You don't have any family, do you Mia?"
She struggled against the ropes, but she was wasting her energy.
"Your just an orphan. You have no one."
I wish he would just kill me now, Mia thought
"Emilia never loved you. She was just playing you. She was using you to plot an escape."
Rage filled the man's eyes.
"Fuck you."
If Mia knew anything about the man, it was that he genuinely loved Emilia. "And, I know how much you loved her. You loved her more than any of the others."
His hands wrapped her neck.
"I don't think you had ever planned on killing her."
His hands tightened, cutting off her oxygen.
Her face turned blue and color drained out of her face. She was dead in a matter of seconds.
Another girl women had died at his hands.
But the man was angry. He had lost control too quickly. Mia's words had got under his skin and he had snapped.
He had planned on sleeping with you, before he killed her.
The man touched Mia's cold cheek. "Such a shame, you were one of my favorites."
WARNING FOR Violence and Sexual language!
Mia was tied up to a chair. Her arms were tied together and her wrists were handcuffed together
She tried to fight against the ropes, but it was useless.
"My sweet, little Mia."
A man stepped into the dark room and the light flickered on. Mia looked around the room. The room had white, blank walls and a cement floor.
A dirty mattress was lying on the floor. On than the mattress the room was empty. The room had no prisoners.
Mia felt like she was trapped in prisoner. She was stuck in a dark, gloomy room and she had no connection to the world.
The man was in his early twenties, and he was incredibly handsome. He had cold green eyes and blonde hair that fell against his forehead.
He wore no shirt, which showed off his muscular chest. His hands cupped her head into his hands.
"Mia, where is she?"
Mia bite her bottom lip. Think of a lie, quickly.
There was no way she was going to tell him where Emilia was. She would rather die than put Emilia at risk.
"I don't know, she didn't tell me anything."
His hand lifted and he slapped her. Her face burned from the blow, but she refused to cry. She refused to show weakness.
She refused to show him how terrified she was of him. She wouldn't give him that type of power.
"Oh, Mia I know your lying. And, if you don't tell me where she is I'll be forced to hurt you. He pressed a knife against her wrist and the knife pressed into her skin.
Mia closed her eyes. "Go ahead, I'm not afraid."
The man smiled. "You should have just told me the truth.
He took the knife and began to cut her wrist.
* * * *
Mia woke up tied to a bed. Her wrist was burning. She looked down at her new wound. He had cut her wrist and then he had stitch up the wound.
"I figure I might as fuck you one last time, before your dead. I wanted to keep you alive longer, but you've become to much of a risk for me."
Mia wasn't scared of dead. She would rather die than have to spend another day in this hell whole.
"I'd rather be tortured again, then to have you touch me." Mia spat
The man laughed. "Be quiet."
She could hear a condom wrapper ripping.
"And when you die, no one will care. You don't have any family, do you Mia?"
She struggled against the ropes, but she was wasting her energy.
"Your just an orphan. You have no one."
I wish he would just kill me now, Mia thought
"Emilia never loved you. She was just playing you. She was using you to plot an escape."
Rage filled the man's eyes.
"Fuck you."
If Mia knew anything about the man, it was that he genuinely loved Emilia. "And, I know how much you loved her. You loved her more than any of the others."
His hands wrapped her neck.
"I don't think you had ever planned on killing her."
His hands tightened, cutting off her oxygen.
Her face turned blue and color drained out of her face. She was dead in a matter of seconds.
Another girl women had died at his hands.
But the man was angry. He had lost control too quickly. Mia's words had got under his skin and he had snapped.
He had planned on sleeping with you, before he killed her.
The man touched Mia's cold cheek. "Such a shame, you were one of my favorites."
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