She sat down on the floor quietly, slowly wiping her tears with her hand, she thought what went wrong?, what does all the bad things happen to her?, Didn't she deserve happiness, she was lost in her thoughts when he came in to continue from where he left off. Her heart pounded when she perceived his scent, her heart as if she ran a marathon. She wanted to run away, she wanted to hide from this devious monster.

“Oh Sara, my beloved Sara,” he said while coming closer to her, the strong smell of Alcohol hit her nostrils, she could perceive his perfume, he smelled like vanilla but in a terrible way, almost like vanilla mixed with a hint of weed.

Sara wanted to run, she wanted to hide from him but she couldn’t, she moved back a little bit so he won’t touch her, she kept moving until her back touched a hard wall, she thought at first it was a wall but when she felt warm watery breath on her skin, she knew it was him.

She couldn’t see anything all she felt was his hands roaming on her body. She never felt this useless in her life, all her life she wanted happiness but all she got was hatred, tears, and broken life.

“Please..s..stop, Don't do this," she said.

“No”. He shouted.

"Please don't do this, I beg you, I'm begging you, stop, stop it".

He didn't care about her cries, and went deaf to her pleas, His hands went down to her thighs messaging them, then he went up and up until his hands reached her panties, he moved them and started rubbing her p***y, he took her off guard when he inserted two fingers into her and began pumping in and out of her. She hated every bit of it, she screamed, she begged, she cried but he didn’t stop. He kept tormenting her with his fingers.

She kept crying until she got tired, she tried to stop him but she was tied, she remained still and allowed him to continue what he was doing, he was about to take off her panties when she spat on his face.

“f**k, how dare you?, You b**ch, ” his voice was loud, she knew she has woken the devil.

“I'm..I'm. Sorry”.

“That won’t fix it”. “I’m gonna teach you a lesson b***h, you will never forget what happened today?". He said harshly, he used a tissue to clean the mess on his face.

He stood up roughly and left the room, she was scared, she wondered what he was going to do? , he wasn’t back for hours she started falling asleep when a thick rubber made contact with her skin, making her wake up. The rubber hit her again, she let out a scream.

She is used to being hit, it was like a daily routine in her house, everyday her step-mother would hit her, she never said anything, she attempted suicide a lot of times but failed miserably, she recalls her stepmom's words.

Flashback.

She mistakenly dropped her stepmother's phone which made the screen crack, she is so mad at me, she could hear her heavy footsteps, she was coming towards her room, she didn’t know what to do? she sat on her bed thinking about the horrible things she could do to her.

She roughly opened her room and dragged her off my bed.

“How dare you b****h? Why did I even adopt a problem like you?" she yelled, next thing she knew she felt a hot skin make contact with her cheek, it hurt so bad, all she could do was cry and beg. Her step-mom slapped her countless times, she took out the belt from her trouser.

"Take off your shirt" She shouted. Sara did as she was told, she turned around so her back would face her step-mom. The rubber made contact with her naked skin.

"I'm sorry, please stop it, it hurts, I'm so sorry mom, it won't happen again".

"Shut up, this will teach you a lesson" she hit her again, Sara was soon out of tears.

“no food for you today, you are a curse, you are useless, you are a failed product, you are a problem, your mother must be happy she abandoned you," her stepmother said while leaving her room.

She sobbed, she had no one to clean her wounds, she cried until darkness consumed her. she wasn’t given food that day nor the day after. She used make-up to hide her wounds so no one would see them in school.

End of Flashback.

“I’m back Sara, did you miss me?” He said, he was holding a whip, he kept the whip in a hot water to make it painful when it touches her. He dragged her by her neck, he pushed her on the hard floor, she landed on her face, she tried standing up but it was hard. The whip made contact with her skin again, he kept hitting her until she stooped shouting. Her body was red marked with wounds, her wrist was marked with black marks, and her body screamed pain.

"Please...please...I'm sorry. Don’t do this, I'm sorry, I'm sorry".

"We are just starting baby doll, you will be sorry later".

She thought he was done but little did she know he just got started, the beast just got unleashed, he took out the knife from the fire and laid it on her delicate skin, he placed the knife deep into her skin, which made a permanent mark on her body, she was already bleeding but he didn’t seem to care, her cries were music to his ears, he found happiness listening to her screams.

"Ahhhhhh. I'm sorry, please stop. Don't do this". Her screams soon sounded like a whisper, her body couldn't produce any more tears, she trembled, she let him keep hitting her until darkness consumed her.

FlashBack.

“Mom, please, mom am sorry,” I said when she roughly fully pushed me, making me land on a wooden chair.

“I am not your mother” shouted while lighting a candle. She came closer with the candle sited in her right hand. She placed the candle on my lap making the hot oily substance drop on my lap. It was burning my skin.

Why did I wear shorts today?

“Am sorry, I didn’t know Alice will do that” I bit my lips to stop more tears from dropping. Mom only rolled her eyes every time I spoke.

Alice is my best friend or should I say my best friend. Alice is the only one that knew what I was going through, she has been there for me all the time. Today Alice made a huge decision without asking me.

She reported to the police, and she told them about what I was going through, and how my foster parent abused me. When the officers came, mom was very furious, she tried to convince them that nothing was happening.

Dad and mom made it look like Alice was mentally unstable, she needed help, I was forced to testify in court, and I lied about Alice.

Believe me, I wish I could help her, I wish I could stop everything from happening, But that day Dad gave me two options.

Alice's death

Or

Alice is to be taken to the asylum.

After some days Alice was taken to the mental asylum for treatment, I go there every day to beg for her dedication, I can never forgive myself for what happened to Alice, she only wished good for me.

“am sorry Alice, I am". I tried visiting Alice in the asylum but she refused to meet me.

End of FlashBack.

I woke up with someone softly shaking me.

“Wake up, wake up” I heard a faint voice. I slowly opened my eyes to be welcomed with darkness, I was having a nightmare again.

“Are you up” I heard the voice again. It seemed like a girl's voice.

“Who are you?.” I said to the voice that woke me up.

“your new friend”.

I was confused when realization was drawn to me, the new friend he was talking about, the girl that saved me from almost being raped. But what if she is like him? what if she will do bad things to me? My body hurt from last night's events, I tried moving but it hurt more.

“Will… you… hurt... Me” I said while stammering.

I heard a short laugh “no”.

She seems nice, maybe she will let me.

“Will you let me go?” I said already knowing the answer.

She didn’t say anything for almost two minutes, I thought she won’t speak but she did.

“No, he will kill me if I do,” she said.

I turned my attention to the noise my stomach was making, I am starving, and I was about to ask her for food when she spoke.

“I can take off your blindfold if you want”.

Yay, do it.

“Yes”.

My blindfold was immediately taken off, My vision was a little bit blur, I tried blinking my eyes so that I could see properly, The room is small, very small, It was almost like we were in a box, it was painted brown

.

Who paints a room brown, that's odd.

There were lights all around the room making it so bright, there was this hammer and other tools scattered on the floor. There are no windows but there was one wooden door.

I was right I was sited on a hard concrete floor.

I turned to the left to look at my savior. She isn’t what I expected, she looked crazy, she is fair, her hair was scattered and messy, she bit her lips and she was playing with her dress. She kept scratching her hair and talking to herself occasionally.

She seems mentally unstable

If she is what I think she is, I will be able to track her easily.

“Hi,” I said making her look at me.

“Hello”.

How do you make a crazy person obey you?

I don’t know what to do. or how to talk to her? That is when I got an idea.

“I'm Sara, what’s your name”.

“Evelyn”.

"That is a good name".

"Really?".

"Yes, you know I have a sister named Evelyn, she loves to cook and explore food.

Lie, I don't even have a sister my inner voice said.

"Wow! That's amazing, I love food a lot, your sister seems like fun".

“ yes she is, what do you like doing” I suddenly ask her.

‘hmmm... I like dressing up” she said.

That gave me an idea.

“I love dressing up too, would you like me to dress you up”.

She nodded a “yes”.

“but for that, you will have to untie me”.

“no, you will run”.

“I won’t, I promise” I gave her my best puppy eyes.

“ok”.

She stood up and turned me around, she began untying my hands and then my legs once she was done.

“ok let's dress up, I love pink it's like the best color ever." She said.

I nodded and smiled when I got

I pushed her roughly on the floor but not so hard to hurt her I used that opportunity to grab the ropes and tie her. She was trying to say something but her voice hardly came out.

I took the hammer to advance to the door, There was a huge lock on the door, it was locked from the inside, I used the hammer to break the lock.

It's not as easy as they show it on TV my inner voice said.

A slow creepy sound came along as I opened the door, I was welcomed by trees, and I was about to step out when I heard a voice.

“Where do you think you are going?" The voice was loud.

I didn’t dare look behind to see who it was, I decided to do what Alice will always say.

“Run, Run fast, and don’t look back”.

Zack's P.O.V.

Mature content.

I grabbed her ass with my left hand, slowly grinding her core to my shaft, I captured her lips in a second, the kiss was hot, I grabbed her boobs softly pressing and teasing her erect nipples, I sucked her tits while squeezing the other one and harshly pressing it.

“Ah, fuck baby” she moaned, “go deeper, faster”. I went on faster, bringing her close to me, her back was rested on the bed, and she kept moaning and begging for release. I was about to cum when my bedroom door flung open, revealing someone I didn’t want to see now.

Dad.

“Oh, shit,” I said while trying to cover myself. His green eyes met mine.

My dad stood there looking at us, he was there for a minute then he left, I quickly got off the blondie immediately wearing my pants.

“umm. Emily, I have to leave” I said but she only rolled her eyes.

“It's Polly jerk”.

I waited for her to get dressed and after a minute she left, I knew why my dad came we’re leaving today, we had to move to a new town due to dad's big mouth, Last month was the election, he was going against peter Queen, peter is more powerful than Dad, peter wanted to destroy dad by all means, during their speech, they made a deal whoever loses has to leave the town and never come back.

So stupid and immature of them.

Dad was so arrogant he agreed and well we all can see who won the election.

I had a last look at my home, where I grew u, I had a lot of memories attached here, I loved this town, I had few friends, and most people avoided me because of my character, Everyone saw me as a playboy, a guy that doesn’t value girls, who sleep around and spoils every girl's life, a man that values his money more than anything. Believe that cause that is true, I don't care about their emotions, I always tell girls don't get attached but they do. I have never touched a girl without her permission, I always get consent first. I don't rape that's stupid. I keep forgetting their names, not my fault. Being one of the richest and most successful businesses men came with benefits every girl wanted me and well I got every girl I wanted, I managed all of Dad’s business and his every company.

Everyone still thinks am a terrible person, a bad person but I barely care about those kinds of people, being the only child of my parents I have gotten everything I always want be it girls, money, or cars. I got it all.

I had a last glance at my hometown. I quickly pulled out my phone when I saw a text from Bryan.

Bryan is one of my closest friends, we met when he came for a job opening in my office, I gave him the job and well I met him a couple of times at one of those fancy parties and from there we became good friends. Bryan is quite a nerd and very sensitive that why does he keeps getting played by those girls? A typical nerd with glasses, goofy hair, baby blue eyes, baggy clothes, and an office bag.

Bryan: Hey, have u left yet?

Zack: yes, could you do something for me

Bryan: anything for you man.

Zack: I need your help, Research this new town I’m moving to. I want to know where I can get the best business deals and best plot deals.

Bryan: Sure anything for you.

Zack: Take care of my company for me.

Bryan: sure thing.

Bryan is a tech freak, he knows everything about the internet and computers, There is nothing he can’t find up there. I wanted to know how the town was, but Dad refuse to tell me anything. I didn’t have any time to look up the town on the internet, leaving the town I had to arrange everything and I needed to leave my company in the hands of someone I trust.

I slept through the whole trip, I saw a huge mansion in front of me, it was isolated from the town, there were trees all around it, and it had like over two houses nearby but all the trees made it a little hard to see those houses, my dad liked a quiet place where there are not many people.

The house was beautiful, there were flowers all around it. The living room is painted royal blue, there were large glass windows all around the house, and one gets a beautiful sight. The floor is made of sea-decorated ceramic tiles all the room.

A chandelier hung at the center of the room, it was so large and beautiful, the living room was large beautiful Italian chairs sat in the room with a large carpet at the center.

On the left there was a bar with all kinds of liquor, there were stools around the bar. I looked to the right to see a small study.

"I would be going to my room.” My dad said bringing me out of my thoughts.

I nodded an “okay”.

The sun was shining, it was so bright. The town seems a little quiet, I quickly went into my room to freshen up and start dad's stupid tradition. Dad has this tradition where I take Shepard’s pie to our new neighbor as an I’m your new neighbor gift, Mom started this tradition a long time ago and after she died, we decided to carry on with her traditions.

I hate meeting new people

I took my bath and lay on my bed to get a rest.

Knock knock.

I stood on my neighbor's porch waiting for them to open the door.

“Come in” I heard a voice, it sounded motherly. I pushed the door to welcome myself into their home. It was big and beautiful, the walls were painted in Ash, with a large comfortable couch that was kept across the room, large television, and a beautiful carpet, their home was beautiful, everything in the house was in Ash.

They must love the color a lot

There was a weird door by the left of the room, the door was engraved with beautiful designs and writings, and there was a large symbol on the door. I was nearing the door when I heard a voice.

“what are you doing?’ I turned to be welcomed by an elderly woman, she is fat her eyes are big, she is dark in complexion she has this motherly aura but she seemed weird.

“Nothing, I’m sorry for snooping around”

“No problem, have a sit,” she said while pointing at the chair.

She seemed nice, I tried asking her about the door but she ignored the question, there was something strange about this woman.