Don't

Chapter 29

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"STOP PLEASE!" I screamed as loud as my lungs allowed me to while his calloused and blackened hands removed my clothes ripping the seams apart.
"Stop moving before you regret it even more."
I spit in his face like before and his hand rushed across my face then ripped my pants from the zipper.
His eyes darkened with lust as his hand grabbed my bra strap and pulled is slowly down my shaking shoulders.
"please. stop." I whispered.
"THATS IT!" He grabbed something and stuffed it in my mouth.
My hands and feet already tied down I had no way of protecting myself anymore.
Luke. Where at you?
I began crying harder as his fingers hooked around my panties and ripped them letting the black fabric fall.
"Oh kitten. How I've missed this. Daddy's gonna have some fun tonight."
His "dirty talk" always disgusted me. The way his words didn't hold any love in them. It was lust and hormones.
Tears burned down my cheeks with no sign of stopping anytime soon.
He sloppily had his fun while I screamed under the gag and thrashed around under his touch. His left hand groped my breast and his right hand gripped my hip.
Profanities and moans left his mouth as his eyes screwed shut.
"Tell me how you good you feel kitten." He moaned.
After he finished his sentence he pulled out and fell on top of me.
"Good thing your on birth control. I won't have to worry about killing a baby when I kill you." He whispered and fell asleep.
WAIT WHAT!

Luke's p.o.v
I ran off the plane and to the car. The boys has to run to keep up with me. I hit the gas and set off the hotel to meet up with ash so we could find my princess.
If he lays one finger on her, he's a dead man.
Who am I kidding he's already a dead man.

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"Ashton. You better have made some progress before I lose my mind." I yelled walking into the room as the other two followed behind.
"Give me about three more minutes and I'll have the exact location."
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Madis p.o.v
"Cuddle with me." His voice whispered harshly.
"I can't. I'm tied down."
"Oh. Yeah." He muttered and cut the duct tape freeing me from the restraint and I stretched my muscles allowing them free movement.
Before he could force me closer to him he has passed out and snoring.
Thank God.
I took off for the bathroom and locked the door allowing myself a few minutes alone.
I started the shower to burn away his touch and memories.
But no matter how hard I scrubbed his touch would never leave my mind.
Luke's gentle words "I'll never let anything hurt you again." Burned in my heart. We shouldn't have been separated.
The hot water turned my skin red and my wrist and ankles burned. A large handprint rested on my breast and my hips. Hickeys spread across my chest and stomach along with a small bruise on my cheek from the multiple slaps.

The fading scars on my thighs now reminded me off why I wanted to die so much. I stepped out from the water and found a towel.
A single razor sat on the counter next to a bottle of shaving cream. I remember his obsession with always having a clean cut face but now it was scruffy and disgusting.
I held the razor and threw it to the ground letting it break to pieces and I picked up the single blade. No hairs or rust remained along the smooth silver edges.
"I'm sorry baby." I whispered wishing Luke could hear me.
I cut along the old cuts making them new again and made new cuts. I cut along my wrist marking where he touched me. I made one last cut along my hip where his hand marked bruised my skin.