Kidnapped

Sadist - 32

Iker stood over me, his face contorted in anger as he grabs at the hem of his soaked shirt. I scoot backwards only to be yanked up to my feet by my wrist. Iker let me go only to backhand me, hard, across the face. I momentarily lose my balance only to feel strong arms steady me from behind. scared, I turned around to see that it was the bodyguard who caught me before I tripped. I tear away from him, and he scowled at me. 

"You're welcome," Said Iker's bodyguard before pointing at my face, "Your nose is bleeding, sweetheart." 

I sneer at him, and bring my attention back to Iker. He slapped me! The fuckin' goat, slapped me! Ok just breathe, if I lose it now, I will fail the mission and Evan will kill me. I tried my best to keeping the bubbling rage off my face. Damn you Mason! I don't have a charming bone in my body, how am I supposed to deal with this now?! 

Iker flung a cigarette he was holding at me, I stepped away just in time for it to land at my feet. Looking down to see the stupid heels that caused this predicament, only made me want to scream in anger at my clumsiness. Breathe... Breathe... Chris always says that whenever I lose control. Losing control now will be a death sentence.

"Iker-" I choke out nervously, then cleared my throat and steadied my voice, "let me help you clean this up!" I grabbed a napkin in each hand, one to wipe my bloody nose, the other to wipe the asshole's stained shirt. 

Iker grabbed my upper arm and pulled me closer, staring down at me. I let out a shaky breath, his beady eyes making me want to squirm. "Not gonna lie, you look hot with a bloody nose." 

I pressed my lips together, trying my best to keep from clawing at his face. Instead, I decided that no one will hurt me without consequences, at least for tonight. So I give him the smile Mason taught me, coy and seductive. I hope I don't look like a dumb fuck right now. 

"Oh? you're not the first to give me that compliment," I tilted my head shyly. That wasn't a lie, which somehow makes this whole thing easier for me. I will do whatever it takes to survive this shit, if only out of spite! .... But, wouldn't that make me just like him? Just like my captors? .... No, don't think, don't think, don't think. Just do. 

"That so? So you like it rough?"  Iker took the bait. Thank you Mason for the 'charm' lessons!  Sex and drugs go together in these kinds of places... If I can get him alone....

Iker ushered his bodyguard away from us, but I doubt we were out of his sight. 

Stepping closer, I closed the distance between me and Iker and licked my lips before saying "Mhm, that's exactly what I want, Iker." I practically purred his name, and I cringed at my own behavior. But Iker wasn't deterred, in fact he breathed me in and smirked. 

He gently caressed my face with the back of his hand. He wore large rings on each finger, and I recalled what Mason told me about Iker stealing money from the gang. I didn't realize it was that much. I leaned into his hand, and rummaged my mind for something to say. But before I could I heard before I felt the smack of his fist on my face. 

I crumbled to the floor, my hands on my face, confused and scared. After a few seconds I got my bearings and looked up to see Iker looking at me with a lustful look. I forced myself to smile, and remind myself that I can take a punch. That I'm used to getting hit, and that the pain is just something I should be able to tolerate by now. I honestly didn't think things would escalate this fast or this far. But I can't shift gears now. 

"I didn't know sluty trash like you existed," Iker, pulled my up by my hair. I clenched my teeth but managed to widen my smile. "You're so fuckin' hot." Then he laughed, and I noticed others began laughing around us. A few people surrounded us, most looked high, drunk or both. "A broken nose does suit you well, Trash." 

You're a husk, you feel nothing. You're empty and safe.  You're a husk, you feel nothing. You're empty and safe. You're a husk, you feel nothing. You're empty and safe. You're a husk, you feel nothing. You're empty and safe.You're a husk, you feel nothing. You're empty and safe.
 You're a husk, you feel nothing. You're empty and safe.You're a husk, you feel nothing. You're empty and safe.You're a husk, you feel nothing. You're empty and safe.You're a husk, you feel nothing. You're empty and safe. 

You're not trash, you're nothing. You feel nothing. You're not trash, you're nothing. You feel nothing.You're not trash, you're nothing. You feel nothing. You're not trash, you're nothing. You feel nothin-

Iker cleared his throat before saying "I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name." 

I tasted blood and found my lips had split. Fuckin' rings... "M-My name is-" 

"Trash" Iker cuts me off, and another round of laughter comes from the five or six people surrounding us. "Your name is Trash. Say it." 

I blinked. Everything hurts. The humiliation was worse though. Evan killing me, or playing along with this asshole... Maybe dying is the best option, but Evan won't kill me without having tortured me first. Fuck my life. 

"My name is Trash." I smiled, but my voice was hollow. "And I'd like some of that," I pointed at the lines of cocaine some guy set up as he rolled a $1 dollar bill. "Let's make this even more fun, this is a party after all." I hear a few people cheer and raise their drinks at my mention of drugs. 

Iker looked around him. He wasn't gonna reject my request, his friends patted him on the back and someone said "Don't be a wuss Iker! have some real fuckin fun!"  

I smirked, and winced, my lips kept bleeding. Iker smiled at his friend and grabbed a bag of white powder, and looked at me with clear arousal in his eyes. 

"Lets go to a more private place," he pulled me along with him and smiled in anticipation. That's gonna be your fatal mistake. I'll show you who's trash. 

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 Art by: Ko Byung Jun