When I watched Y/n squirm underneath me as I carved into her skin like butter was a dream come true. As I heard her beg me to stop I couldn't help but get hard by the sight. It was a delight...I'll tell you that. Her big eyes were widened with fear and were glossy due to the tears. I could've licked her tears away, but I knew she would've freaked out even more.
I knew the guys enjoyed seeing Y/n defenseless too. The way they're eyes were dark, they kept on moving around in they're seats, and how focused they were. Fuck, they were practically drooling. I don't feel bad for what I have done to Y/n, she needs to learn her lesson. She can never leave us, hopefully she has learnt that now. Because if she does it again it'll be worse.
I got out of my thoughts when I heard Victor speak.
"Should we check up on her? I hear her crying." Victor sounded concerned a bit.
"Just give her some space, she'll be fine. Our baby needs to learn her lesson." Belch spoke sternly.
Both Patrick and I nodded at him agreeing. I looked at the clock near my bed and it read 10:00 pm. It was already dark out, all the guys said they're Goodnights and went to they're rooms. Once I locked the door to my room I looked at the knife that I used on Y/n. I picked it up but it dripped a little bit of blood. I gently slid my tounge down the cold metal. I let out a groan when I tasted the blood on my tounge.
I placed the knife in my drawer and went to bed dreaming about Y/n. . . . . Y/N POV:
I layed down in the bed motionless. The dried up tears on my face were both itchy and uncomfortable but I didn't care. My body felt sore all over, everything hurts. stopped crying until I couldn't cry anymore. My right side was where Henry had cut me. I could feel the dry and flaky blood. I felt numb to everything, nothing felt real. But it was very much real, all of it was. I knew that I won't be able to escape, I knew that these sickos have they're claws deep within my skin.
I remember every detail of last night, the most sickening part is that they all enjoyed it. Why me? What have I ever done to deserve this. I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the door open. I stayed still and closed my eyes to pretend that im asleep. I heard footsteps walk towards me, I couldn't help but feel anxious.
"I know you're awake Y/n." Patrick's voice was surprisingly gentle.
I was confused as to how he knew I was pretending to sleep due to the fact that my back was facing him. I just sighed and stayed put. Patrick gripped onto my shoulder softly and turned me over. I was now on my back looking up at him. Patrick looked at me up and down, his eyes stayed put on the side Henry had cut me. But his eyes then looked at my knees, I looked at him confused.
I look at my knees to see dried up blood on them. I guess when I was tackled down in the forest I cut my knees while in the process.
"Let me clean your cuts." Patrick's voice still was gentle.
I nodded knowing that I did have to clean them. It would hurt like a bitch but I know if I don't the outcome would be worse. Patrick went into the bathroom that was attached to the room and came out with cotton balls and rubbing alcohol. I sat down on the bed, Patrick kneeled down and began to clean my cuts. I hissed feeling the alcohol burn my cuts.
"Hold my hand and squeeze it if it hurts." Patrick put his hand out.
I held onto his hand and squeezed it as he cleaned my cuts. He seemed unfazed as I squeezed his hand. Once he was done he looked into my eyes.
"T-thank you." I spoke quietly, I turned my head not liking him staring at me.
Patrick's cold finger took ahold of my chin and moved my face to face him. Him and I were both staring into each other's eyes. I didn't realize how beautiful his eyes were until now. They were greenish-gray, they were memorizing. His lips made contact with my cheek, I began to get hot.
Fuck why am I getting all flustered by this asshole. Patrick chuckled seeing my reaction.
"You are so cute when you get flustered." Patrick had a smirk on his face.
I huffed crossing my arms, but I immediately felt a sting on my thigh. Patrick slapped my thigh.
"Don't be a brat." Patrick nice demnor was gone. He looks a little mad but I didn't care.
I rolled my eyes and went to the bathroom.
"Don't you roll your eyes at me Y/n!" I slammed the door on his face.
I giggled hearing him whine. I heard his footsteps leave the room. I decided to take a shower to wash off the blood and dirt on myself. But I know damn well it's going to he awkward when I go to eat breakfast. I sighed as water hit my skin.
