TRAPPED

sixty one

auther's pov.

J smirked in violates grip, pretending to cry and making up a false story. But in truth, she had been trapped in a basement without any food or water. Her body was covered in cuts, with blood flowing from her wounds. which she got from thrashing.

Salvator noticed her smirk and grabbed her jaw, forcefully pulling Violate from her grip. Violate gasped and thrashed in his grasp, screaming and crying out in distress.

"Salvator, why did you do this? You told me she is fine!" she screamed in agony, her small hands hitting his chest with desperation.

"Enough," Salvator growled in frustration, causing Violate to flinch in fear.

"Do you know how and what she did to you?... And yes, she was in my basement, but no one touched her filthy body," Salvator's grip tightened on Violate's arm, eliciting a hiss of pain from her. Violate felt confused, unsure of whom to trust in this situation.

"She's a drug addict and doesn't have any sense. Calm down, she's fine," Salvator said, loosening his grip on Violate's arm.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Calm down! She's in pain, Salvator, and you're saying this... She's not fine, and it's because of you... You've done this to her!" she screamed in front of him, her voice filled with anger and frustration.

She was uncontrollable in his grip; if he tightened it further, she would get hurt.

He hugged her tightly in his arms, calming her. Her body instantly relaxed in his hold; her mind may have been confused by so many things, but she knew his touch, and he knew he had won her body.

"Leave me... don't touch me," she whispered in his arm, her tears and sobs soaking his shirt. He looked at J and smirked. J knew that she no longer had control over Violate; she was on her own and had chosen Salvator over her. But Violate's mind was under J's control; she knew how to trigger her thoughts.

"Vi, you're choosing him over me? He's the same, Vi. All men are the same. They only take from you," J yelled at her, her voice devoid of any visible pain.

"Seriously, Vi, have you forgotten what happened four years ago?" she smirked as Violate looked at her, horrified. Violate tensed in Salvator's grip, her mind racing with memories she had tried to bury.

Salvator noticed her slight trembling and whispered in her ear, "Don't let anyone take your life from you. You have to control it. You're fine." She looked at him in disbelief and confusion, but his words sparked a courage within her, and she found the strength to question what was happening.

"Why are you doing this, J? You know how much I have suffered from that trauma," Violate questioned, her voice trembling with a mix of confusion and frustration. J sternly looked back at her, feeling unnerved by Violate's newfound ability to question and understand her own needs. Violate had always been like a puppet, never questioning any decision J made and running to her aid whenever needed. Now, seeing her assert herself, J felt frustrated and threatened.

"Right now, you're questioning me because of this bastard," she pointed at Salvator. "You were supposed to come back to me after that dose," Violate said, confusion evident in her expression.

"What dose... that tablet was for treating me from blacking out," Violate asked, trying to make sense of the situation.

"Oh, stupid Violate. Those pills were for you not to remember anything," J laughed maniacally, revealing her sinister intentions.

"But don't worry, Violate. You'll come to me. I'll make sure you forget the pain and heartbreak," her laughter echoed as she took a step towards Violate. However, Raphael intervened, dragging her back and delivering a punch to her face, causing her to land on the ground in pain.

"Uhhh... motherfucker. It hurts. Didn't your mommy teach you not to lay hands on women?" she groaned in pain, cursing Raphael between clenched teeth.

Raphael laughed at her and said, "No, I didn't let her take the chance to teach me anything... because I killed her." His laughter echoed through the house, leaving J looking at him in shock and horror.