Being Bullied By Justin Bieber (JBFF)

Chapter 18

Yavana's POV

I wake up in a basement. What the fuck?

Y- Justin?

H- Justin isn't here right now.

Y- Who are you?

She walks out of the darkness. Heather.

Y- Why am I here?

H- To see if your little boyfriend really loves you.

She pulls out a chair in front of me and sits down.

H- So how you been?

Y- Your breath smells like dick. Get out my face.

She punches me in the jaw. Then again. And again.

I try to move, but I realize she tied me to this chair.

H- Shut the fuck up, you little bitch.

I look at her with hate in my eyes.

H- You know, you've always been pretty. But to me you're just flat out sexy.

She moves her hands down the front of my body.

I get an idea, then I start playing along.

Man, am I going to regret this.

Y- Oh, yeah? You're not too bad yourself.

H- Mhmm. I always dream about you, Yavana.

I cringed on the inside.

Y- Doing what?

H- Eating me out, fingering me, fucking me.

I gag silently.

Y- If you would untie me, I would make those dreams come true.

H- How do I know you're not lying.

Y- On my dead uncle's grave.

I have no dead uncles.

H- Alright.

She unties me, and I instantly pounce on her.

Y- You think I would do some shit like that to you? Nasty ass.

I punch her in her face multiple times, kicking her in her stomach and slapping the back of her head.

I pull her up the stairs by her hair and let her go.

I open the front door and start running.

Running to nowhere.