𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 ; 𝐬 . 𝐫

𝟏𝟗. 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

"kill me already-" you begged. marcus turned around and grabbed your face, digging his fingers into your face,

"no, i just got you, i'm not losing you that soon." he snarled, "understood?" you didn't say anything. you stared at him, trying to find something behind his dark and unnerving eyes. you were unsuccessful. he let go of your face and walked away. you watched him for as long as you could, until he was out of your vision. you revolved your head forward, listening to him as he opened some sort of bag. you heard him rustle around, the sound of metal clinking together, along with the sound of wood rubbing in the mix. he soon found what he wanted. marcus walked back forward into your view. he held a wooden bat in his left hand, his grip fluctuating around the handle nervously. the tip of it dragged against the solid floor. your eyes dragged up his arm with fear,

"remember what i said earlier?" he warned, reaching into his pocket. he pulled out a pocket knife. he flipped the blade into view. it was clean silver, the tip as sharp as a needle. it looked like it could cut through anything. 

dangerous. 

your skin went pale as you remembered his words,

'you WILL get rid of that baby yourself. and if you won't, i will.'

your chest rose and fell as sobs rose through your lungs. you felt sick, bile rushing up your throat. you swallowed it down as you sobbed harder than ever before. your entire body shook. you ignored the rubbing of the rope against your smooth skin, the way your hair stuck to your face from your sweat and snot, the way your hair created a curtain in your view as you hung your head. 

garcia stayed in her office whenever the team wasn't having meetings. she would run through your history, any exes, anybody you might've known that could've done something like this. the thoughts in her head bounced around. her focus finally landed on one.

the security cameras.

the fucking security cameras. 

faster than ever before, she began to view the footage from outside the building. she viewed it carefully, pausing it as she saw a man in a black hood stand near your car. she squinted, leaning forward to inspect her computer screen further. she leaned back again, taking a screenshot of the face. she put it into a simple face recognition system. it couldn't make out a definite face shape. in dismay, she continued to play the tape. she watched him get into your car after picking a lock. she ran a program that took pictures of every frame. she ran the pictures through an exceedingly well programmed facial recognition system, different than the one from last time. she checked how long it'd take for the pictures to develop. 2 whole hours. with a frown, she paused the recording and took off her glasses. she set them down on her desk and buried her face into her hands,

"i'm so sorry.." she muttered.

once you'd finished sobbing for the most part, you noticed marcus still stood infront of you,

"i won't make you do it now, not yet. i want to keep you like this. i want to see your smooth soft skin covered in bruises. my marks. you're mine." marcus threatened. your lip trembled as you stared up at him. you hung your head again, disappointed in yourself. marcus lunged forward as he wrapped his clammy hands around your arms. his grip was tight and unforgiving. definitely gonna leave a bruise. he leaned the chair back as your head rolled back and up to face him. he balled one of his hands into a fist. you braced yourself, taking a blow right to your nose and lip,

"LOOK AT ME YOU SLUT!" he screamed. you closed your eyes as blood rushed to your nose and lip, instantly swelling. the crimson liquid ran down your lips from your nose, a small blood stain running from your mouth to your chin. you cried quietly, not wanting to anger him. black circles of exhaustion had begun to form on your skin under your eyes. your adrenaline was still high, but you felt like you had no more strength in your body. marcus let you go, the ripple of the impact from the chair hitting against the floor shuddering through your body. you closed your red and swollen eyes, blinking out one more tear before keeping them closed. you leaned your head back to face the light above you. 

you couldn't give up, just not yet.

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no chapter tomorrow 😀

also kinda sad because of this whole TikTok apparently being deleted all of my supporters are basically from there :( also this story is kinda flopping now but its ok i have loyal supporters ily

and also when he was like "u have to get rid of the baby yourself or i will blah blah blah" w the knife and bat he meant that she had to use the knife herself or he used the bat