Don't Act Like You Forgot (#JustWriteIt) - Editing

Prologue

"I'll stay away from your path. Let you be the leader of the cheerleading team. Anything! Just...please," the girl pleaded, her face wet with fresh tears.

The blonde stood up and walked to a wooded table, tossing the knife on it as she leant her buttocks against the sides. "Oh relax, you don't have to give me your entire wealth. I can earn that myself just as easily as you did."

"Yeah, relax," a blond guy said, grinning. He kneeled down beside the girl and traced the right side of her untouched face with the back of his fingers. "You know what? You looked really good without a shirt on."

Following the trail of her tears, he moved his fingers down her neck, shoulder and then her arm. He brushed his fingers on a purple bruise on her right arm before wrapping his large hand around it, gripping it firmly as his thumb pressed down on it, making her wince. 

He smiled and pushed the now dull looking hair of hers away from her face. "Shhh..."

Leaning towards her, he touched the skin of her neck with his slightly cracked lips. Then, he moved to the bruised collarbones and gave each bruise a rough peck before making his way all over her, making sure to go over each visible bruise with his hands and lips as he listened to her whimpering. He wiped away the tears from her eyes and licked his lips, a rush of satisfaction filling his entire being as he stared at her contorted face.

Every hair on the girl stood up as she felt his wet lips leaving trails of saliva on her skin. She tried to kick him away, but she couldn't. Thick, white nylon ropes were wound around her wrists, ankles and lower thighs, securing them tightly together. She bent her knees in an attempt to kick him away, but she was too slow.

He noticed her intentions. With two quick moves, he pressed her legs down and planted a knee on them, shifting his weight on it to keep them from moving. "You're such a rebel," he mocked with a grin.

"No!" she shrieked. "Get off me!"

The girl tried to manoeuvre her legs under his weight as he kissed her skin, but it was useless. The cold from the cement floor seeped into her lower body, working together with the blond guy's weight to make her legs numb. She implored him to stop, but that only made him stronger. Her face was wet with tears as he scratched his nails on the small of her bare back. Turning her attention away from his touch, she entreated the girls to stop him. But all they did was ignore her, nonchalantly staring at whatever was on their smartphones.

After what seemed like hours but only a few minutes later, a girl with copper coloured hair looked up from her phone in annoyance. "It's getting late. I think we should go now if we still want to have dinner before the movie."

Another guy with slightly tanned skin stood up. He rubbed a hand on his soft tummy while nudging his girlfriend—a brunette with wavy hair—with the other. "Yeah, I'm starving. Let's go."

The blond guy stopped his actions and sighed, his eyebrows scrunched together in irritation. "But I just got started," he complained while getting off his prey.

As soon as the weight on the girl's leg was removed, she ignored the numbness in her leg muscles and forced them to bent closer to herself as she recoiled closer to the crates behind her.

The brunette rolled her eyes at the blond guy. "Come on, she's not that attractive now anyway," she said as she made her way across the room.

With her lips curled up in disdain, the brunette bent down beside the girl and grabbed her chin with one hand, jerking it upwards. "But don't worry, we'll be back tomorrow. I promise," she said without emotion while her icy glare held the girl's watery eyes.

A moment later, the brunette roughly pushed the girl's face away and raised her right foot in the air. "Now, be nice," she said as the hard heel of her boot forced the girl to the ground.