They nodded and walked out of the house, locking the door behind me. I just stood there all frozen, not knowing what to do. I wanted to run away but somehow I couldn't even get myself to move. My hands were tied and my mouth was taped, it's not like I would be able to do something in this deserted place. When I woke up in the car, there was no house to be seen, there was no tree to be seen. Everything was sand and sun and mountains. I didn't know where we were, and to be honest, I didn't even know what day it was. We could have been driving for days for all I know. Tony walked closer to me and placed his index finger underneath my chin.
"Ah, you're even more beautiful than you were before." he grinned nastily at me. "I missed you, you know that. It's been a while since we had a friendly old-fashioned chat, don't you think?" he smiled evilly.
I just know that he's up to something. Before I could even blink, he raised his hand and slapped me across the face, hard. I could taste the blood making its way out of the cut in my mouth that Tony just caused. He grabbed me by my hair and his jaw clenched. I wanted to scream, but since my mouth was taped shut, I couldn't. Tears streamed down my face as I felt my cheek stinging and burning. Him pulling me by my hair didn't help either.
"I told you, didn't I, Zoe?" he said rather aggressively. "I told you. What is mine, stays mine. And you are mine, Zoe. You're my personal little toy, and not Hunter's, you fucking whore!" he slapped me across the face again. He held me by my face roughly, hurting my cheeks. "You're going to pay for every single thing, Zoe. Every. Single. Fucking. Thing." he said and started dragging me somewhere.
I cried and tried to keep myself rooted, but he grabbed me by my hair once again and started dragging me. I wouldn't be surprised if my hair actually got ripped off my scalp, because he was pulling on it that harshly. He dragged me into a room and pushed me to the floor. I clenched my jaw as I felt the skin of my arm against the rough stone. I heard him close the door and he walked over to me. He grabbed me by my hair again and pulled it, making me sit up. He pointed at me as he spoke,
"I'm done playing games now. You're my puppet for your entire life. You don't decide for yourself, I do! I am your fucking God, and you do as I say!" he yelled in my face and I actually started feeling very, very, very scared. "Get up, you fucking whore." he pulled my hair again, making me stand up. He ripped the tape of my face, making me scream, but as soon as the scream left my mouth, he slapped me across my face. "Shut the fuck up!" he yelled. He turned me around and untied my hands. I attempted to run away as soon as my wrists were free, but he grabbed me by my elbow and threw me on the bed, making me hit my head against the wall. "This is it. You think you can run away? Well, think again, because you don't know where you are and where to go." He smirked and climbed on top of me, hovering over me and pinning my hands above my head.
"Please, Tony. No... Please, don't!" I pleaded.
"Oh I can't let my little Angel go that easily. I'm having fun tonight." He said and I knew that instant that my life was going to be hell again.
Chapter Thirty
I sat at the window wearing just my bra and underwear. I stared outside the glass window as I thought about everything that recently happened. I knew I was going to turn into that depressed girl again. I knew that everything was going to be the same again. I knew that Hunter wasn't going to be a part of my life anymore. I could forget Dylan as well. Nothing was the same anymore.
I was kidnapped and no one knows where I am. Hunter doesn't know where I am and neither did Dylan. I walked to the mirror and looked at myself. At my body. I had so many bruises on my body. I had scratch marks on my belly, my face, and even my thighs. I don't even want to know how many of those I have on my back. Even Tony had many scratch marks on his body.
Before I was with Hunter, I didn't do anything to save myself from Tony's sexual abuse. But yesterday, I tried fighting for myself. Even though it didn't help, I still tried. But it was no use, obviously. He tied me up and yeah, everything went back to the same. I know that sooner or later he'll be back to his psychopathic side and he'll start torturing me as if he's Crowley from Supernatural. Tears started to build up in my eyes as I thought about yesterday. Him touching me, thrusting into me, his lips, everything was like a deep cut into my soul.
I felt the anger building up inside me. I grabbed my hair and let out an ear piercing scream. All the pain, all the bottled up emotions, all the sadness, and all the frustration left my body throughout that scream. I grabbed the vase on the nightstand and threw it at the mirror as I screamed. This wasn't right. None of this was. He had no right to do this to me. He has no right to stain my soul like this. I looked at my arms and fell on my knees. I can't do this.
I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower and just stood under it without even taking off the bra and underwear I was wearing. I even saw some blood dripping down my thigh. I just stood emotionless there, doing nothing but stare at the tiled wall. Suddenly I let out another scream and fell on my knees once again. My throat started to hurt as I cried. I feel used. I am used. I feel like a whore. I feel like someone just sold my dignity. Even though this happened so often, it kept feeling horrible every single time.
Tony has ruined my life. He ruined me so bad, that I don't even know how to explain how I feel right now. I can't even tell how broken I am right now. While Hunter was in my life, I felt myself healing. I felt my heart healing. I knew what happiness was. Hunter picked up my broken pieces, not even caring about himself getting hurt. Dylan was just there for me, unlike Alyssa. I thought about Hunter again. Him opening up to me, him kidnapping me from class, his smile, his kiss...
And then I thought of Tony. Tears streamed down my face again and I started wiping my lips, my face, my arms, my thighs, and every other place his hands went very violently. I didn't want to be here again. I didn't want to be like this again. Suddenly the bathroom door opened and there stood a fuming Tony. My eyes grew wide and I quickly stood up, leaning against the wall. It's not like I would be able to escape, but it was still worth a try. Before I could even run out of the bathroom, he grabbed me by my elbow.
"That was an expensive mirror." he said through gritted teeth.
"I don't care!" I tried getting out of his grasp, but I had no luck. "I don't care about you, nor do I care about your fucking expensive mirror." I cried.
"Oh, you should care." His eyes were filled with anger. "You'll pay for it."
"I already pay for being alive!" I screamed.
He grinned evilly. "Then we'll just make you pay a bit more."
With that said, he dragged me to the bedroom. He threw me on the bed once again and tied me up. I tried to protest against it, but nothing helped. Once I was tied up, he walked to the broken glass and picked up one of the bigger pieces of glass. He looked at me and then at the piece of glass.
"I told you that this mirror was expensive. Now you're going to get expensive cuts by expensive glass." he grinned and I shook my head.
"No, please! Tony, no!" I pleaded. "Please don't do this!!"
"I told you, you're going to pay." he clenched his jaw and walked over to me. "I've always liked you, Zoe, but you get too much to handle sometimes. Your whorish behavior frustrates me. You can't go around sleeping with other men besides me, Zoe." he placed the tip of the glass on my thigh and I felt my heart just stop. "First you were mine, so how dare you sleep with Brandon? How dare you whore around with Hunter!?"
"Me being with Hunter is none of your fucking concern, you fucking asshole! I love Hunter and Hunter loves me! He's not a horny psychopath like you!" I screamed.
That successfully made Tony more angry and he cut my thigh with the piece of glass without even thinking twice. I screamed as the sharp object cut open my bare skin. It was a long and deep cut. Finally, what felt after ages, he removed the glass from my skin. He stared at me as I hissed in pain.
"You deserved it, you fucking whore." he said and cut my arm, making me scream once again.
"You know what you deserve, Tony? You deserv
e to fucking burn in hell!" I said through hisses of pain.
"Yeah, I do, but I'll make sure to bring you along!" and with that said, the stabbed the piece of glass in my stomach, making me scream out loud. "I like your screams..." he grinned.
I screamed as the pain grew worse. Tears streamed down my face as I heard Tony chuckle. I never knew that he could get this psychopathic. "I like your screams..." Obviously he likes my screams. He loves torturing me. He pulled the glass out and I once again screamed out loud because of the pain. Tony sighed and threw the glass across the room, shattering it all over again. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and waited for me to simmer down. Once I was a bit calm and looked at him, he grinned and shook his head.
"You're a stupid girl." he said, making me glare at him. "You're tied up, and you still dare messing with me." he sighed. "How sad can you get?"
I glared at him as the wound stung. I was sweating and tears of anger streamed down my face. "Untie me. I dare you, you motherfucker, untie me, and I will show you how sad I can fucking get!" I screamed.
I didn't know where all of this came from, but it felt good. Screaming out of anger instead of pain felt good. I just wanted him to untie me, so I can beat him up and show him that I'm not weak. That I am Hunter's and always will stay Hunter's, and that I deserve to be free and happy; not his puppet. He is not my God. He is no one. He's just a sad, pathetic, and weak guy that can't get his shit together.
He didn't say anything and took another piece of glass in his hand. He walked over to me again and placed the tip of it on my neck. "If I wanted, I could kill you right now. But I own you, and you can't do anything about that. You'll stay mine forever and that is that." he said through gritted teeth.
I didn't say anything and continued glaring at him. "I feel stupid for being scared of you. You're just a pathetic excuse of a human being." I wiggled, trying to get myself free, but I was tied up too tight.
Suddenly I felt another stinging pain in my arm and once again hissed in pain. Fucking bastard. Suddenly the door flew open and I heard someone call my name. Tony and I both looked in the direction the noise came from and my heart nearly exploded when I saw Dylan and Hunter standing at the door. I smiled and Hunter his gaze was on me, and suddenly I saw him breathing heavily. He was starting to get angry. Tony is so dead.
Hunter didn't think twice before taking big steps towards Tony and punching him right in the face, making him fall off the bed. Hunter continued beating him while Dylan ran towards me and started untying me. I smiled at Dylan, but he didn't smile back. Instead, he looked rather worried.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
I chuckled. "I've never been better."
Once I was untied, I sat up, hissing in pain as the cuts started burning. I looked at Hunter beating up Tony and I felt myself getting angry. No, I should be the one beating him up. I looked around and noticed the closet. I forgot about all the pain and walked over to the closet. I opened it, and took the stick that was there to hang the hangers on. I had to break it though, but it worked after a while. I looked at Tony once again and walked over to them. I stared at them for a while, my anger building up inside me, before I finally lifted the stick and hit Tony right on the head as hard as I could.
Tony turned around and looked at me with a smug look on his face. "Oh, so you can fight now?" he laughed.
I clenched my jaw and started hitting him with the stick with all my strength. Tony screamed as the stick connected to his body, but I couldn't care less. I continued hitting him, taking all my anger out on him. I kicked him, making him fall on the floor. I then hit him again on his head.
"I am not yours Tony! You don't fucking own me!" I screamed. "You deserve nothing but death, Tony!" I screamed once again as I hit him. "All these years... All these fucking years!! You fucking tortured me! You stained my fucking soul! You tore me apart completely." I continued hitting him. "You never cared about how I felt. All that mattered was your fucking satisfaction!!" I screamed. "Fuck you, Tony!" I hit him hard. "Fuck you!!" I screamed and finally threw the stick on him.
By this time, Tony was already unconscious. I collapsed to the floor as I cried. I cried, not because I wasn't angry anymore, but because all the pain, all the scars on my soul and heart, all the depression Tony caused... Everything felt as fresh as ever. Hunter kneeled in front of me and cupped my cheeks. Tears filled his eyes as I cried myself. I was wrapped in a blanket by Dylan, because I was still in my bra and underwear and shivering like crazy.
"Hunter..." I cried.
"No... Don't say anything..." tears streamed down his face. "Everything is going to be fine now. I promise you, Zoe." he said and suddenly hugged me very tightly. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you, but now I'm here. We'll be perfectly fine now, Zoe. Everything will be fine."
I hugged him back as I cried and sobbed. Dylan wrapped his arms around us too and I felt his warm tears fall on my back. We stayed like that for a while, crying and hugging each other. We let go of each other and looked at each other. Out of nothing, we started laughing. Laughing like lunatics. That's when Dylan suddenly hugged me very tightly and I frowned and hugged him back.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm sorry, Zoe. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything." he breathed out and I smiled.
I hugged him tightly. "It's fine, Dylan."
"No, if something even worse than this happened to you... I wouldn't have anyone left. I would never be able to forgive myself. I'd die, Zoe..." I heard him sniff.
"I'm here, Dylan. And you guys aren't getting rid of me that easily." I said and he chucked. We pulled away and smiled. "Besides, if I died, you could marry Hunter and adopt two kids." I joked, making Hunter glare at me.
"No, Hunter is too ugly for me." Dylan frowned and Hunter his jaw dropped, making me laugh.
"How do you even get these stupid kind of friends?" Hunter shook his head.
"You're Zoe's choice too." Dylan said and smirked at Hunter's face afterwards, "Yes, bitch. Let that sink in."
Hunter rolled his eyes and got up. He picked me up bridal style and Dylan got up as well. "Come on. Let's get you home." Hunter breathed out. "The police will take care of Tony."
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"So, all this time I was in Anton?" I frowned and Dylan nodded. "I didn't know Anton had some sort of desert."
"I know. That's probably why you didn't recognize it." Hunter said.
I was still shivering a bit. We were in the car, driving to our old home. I seriously didn't know Anton had a desert. I can't believe they managed to get me on a plane from Florida all the way to Anton without me even realizing. I was in the backseat with Dylan's arm around me, trying to keep me warm while Hunter was driving.
"What about Zachariah?" I frowned, because the fact that he wants Hunter and I dead isn't very comforting.
"Don't worry about that. We're completely safe." Hunter said and I frowned even deeper this time.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, Zachariah rewarded me for killing his son, since his son was planning on killing him," he said and I shot him a look. "Hey, I didn't know. At least he won't kill us." he said.
"And he said I'm free now. Not like he owned me. It's just that—"
"You're fucking rambling, you stupid fuck." Dylan said and Hunter glared at him, making me laugh.
"Dylan, can you do me a favor and drive?" Hunter asked and Dylan gasped dramatically.
"Hunter Adams. The Dangerous Hunter Adams, is asking me a favor... And very politely too!" he acted surprised and Hunter sighed.
"Yeah. That's because I should be holding Zoe and not you." Hunter shot Dylan a look.
Dylan rolled his eyes and breathed out in annoyance. "Bitch, no. You didn't listen when I told you I'll drive." he raised his eyebrow. "Besides, we're almost there and I promise I won't even bother you guys once we're home. You can even fucking bang her for all I care." Dylan raised his hands in surrender.
I gasped and hit him on his arm, making him laugh. Even Hunt
er chuckled. That's when I realized how comfortable we are with each other. I sighed and shivered. I was still very cold. My cold hands rested on my upper arm, trying to receive some warmth, but obviously that was cold too. I pulled my knees to my chest and rested my head on Dylan's shoulder, making him wrap an arm around my shoulder. The rest of the ride was silent. I felt myself getting tired, since I haven't slept for two days. I closed my eyes and waited for the darkness to take over.
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