Warning: Graphic Content
Rayne POV
As I woke up to a bright light shining in my face, unfamiliar to my surroundings I felt my hands and feet bound to a chair and tape covering my mouth.
"Ah you're finally awake." He says.
I deeply sighed as I took sight of the man that stood before me. I began to get nervous as he walked closer to me.
"You know you fucked up right? I don't understand you, we were supposed to be together and you dropped me for that little bitch you call a man?! I could've given you anything you wanted, anything your heart desired and you threw that all away! I would die for you don't you understand that?!" He screamed.
Then drop dead bitch.
I fought back the tears that threatened to fall. After everything I've been through how did I manage to get myself into this mess? He kneeled down in front of me getting into my face. He took his hand and rubbed my exposed thigh then brought his hand to my face. Rubbing my cheek gently the raised his hand to slap me.
"You stupid bitch!"
He stood up and started to pace around me. He stopped and stood behind me.
"I see I have to train you to not disobey me."
This nigga here, I shook my head and rolled my eyes.
"Roll those eyes at me one more time like you crazy."
How the fuck?
He grabbed me by my hair and threw me to the floor. A sharp pain went to my head and tears instantly fell due to the pain and out of fear of what he was going to do to me. He wounded my hair in his hand and dragged me across the floor to turn me towards him. He started to kick me in my stomach with each kick being worse than the last one. When he finally stopped he lifts me off the ground and cupped his hands around my face.
"Now I'm going to take this tape off, if you scream or spit I'm gonna fuck you up and make you feel what pain really is. Do you understand me?"
I nodded my head. He grabbed the tape and quickly ripped it off my mouth, I turned my head and hissed at the stinging sensation.
"Look at me." He demanded.
I lifted my head and looked at him with tears in my eyes.
"What's the matter?" He asked.
"Why are you doing this?"
He smirked and did a slight chuckle.
"Because you belong to me now. You're mine, forever."
"Tyson you need to let me go."
"But you just got here. Don't worry I'll take real good care of you." He ruffled my hair.
"Tyson please."
"Please? Please what? You wasn't worried about me when I said I was in love with you, my feelings didn't matter then. At that you put your hands on me and then beg for my mercy? Your cries are falling on deaf ears you had your chance."
"Ya boy on tv." A man they call Sylvester said as he walked in, turning on the television.
"Watch her for me, I'll be back." Tyson walked out.
"Look at this gay ass nigga." He said as Odell was dancing behind a reporter.
"Fuck you, you fake ass Steelo Brim."
