EIGHT

Jude.

I am still coming down from the high of fucking Hope's throat she makes me so hard I love that I force the fight out of her. I want her to fight me more I somehow fall asleep when I wake up with pressure in my chest darkness when I open my eyes. There is bag in my head I am dragged from my bedroom the hardwood floors scorching my exposed skin.

I try fighting grabbing the hands that are are dragging me when I feel a hug punch on my exposed an so there is more than one assailant.

I still fight because who the hell will come Into my house and kidnapped me in my bed. I am thrown hard on the floor a steel boot kicks my back I feel the pain he kicks me again as I try to stand up I feel a punch so hard on my face I fall pain shoots through me and I laugh. I let out a full body laugh as I am goi g to kill these two slowly.

I am put in a chair my legs bound with chains my hands bound on my back when I am punched again on my face. "Enough " I hear my father bark the bag is taken off my h