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As Y/n was furiously weeping, the assailant of the whole situation slowly shuffled around in the king sized bed, clearly disturbed by the noise. Rubbing her grey orbs, she recalled what had happened the night before and sighed with utter satisfaction.
“That was amazing Y/n... I bet you’ll never want to say that trashy peasant’s name ever again after what we did yesterday... I’d be up for a round two If you’re up for it?” she slyly said whilst grasping his shoulders tightly and slowly slid her hands down his naked torso.
The black haired teen’s hand had never moved as fast before, hastily slapping away the purple haired assailant’s hands. The moment he was touched by the teen, he recoiled in terror, as if he had been electrocuted by a lighting bolt that had came down from the heavens in order to condemn the boy for his betrayal towards the girl of his dreams.
“You... You drugged me... and used me... And you think that I’m going to do that again whilst in my right mind? I thought... you were Chloe! Not some disgusting, manipulative, ugly whore such as yourself. You... You really think you’ll get away with this?” he shouted with hatred.
Natasha’s brows scrunched up tightly, clearly unhappy to receive what she thought was a torrent of unwarranted verbal abuse.
“I was trying to be nice, at least I allowed you to think it was the “girl of your dreams”.” she paused, a sly smile coming to her face, “Y/n, oh sweet Y/n, I don’t think you understand the position that you’re in... That girl... Y/n was it? Right about now she should be sleeping in her own sweet and blood. Derrick is quite the psychopath. I guess that’s what happens when you have everything you’d ever need from birth. You... start wanting more.” she explained.
“If you don’t abide to my every beck and call, I’ll have Derrick kill the peasant. He’ll get away with it even if you know about it, after all what I’ve said could be all made up... Do you want to take that risk? You might lose your the bitch, you know? She seems pretty important to you... It’d be a shame to see her fucked up, lying still.” she laughed manically.
The silence was deafening, Y/n was at a loss for words, His Chloe... was currently... being tortured? By Derrick, one of his closest friends? That had to be a lie, It couldn’t be true. Never would Derrick do such a thing.
“I don’t believe that Derrick would do such a thing.” he defiantly stated.
The purple haired girl sighed, as if she was tired of Y/n’s useless struggling. “Fine, fine, I’ll call the crazy bastard and tell him to make the girl scream a few times as proof.” she bargained.
Dialling Derrick on her top of the line phone, a male voice was soon heard and, after a conversation or two between the teens, a few horrendous wails of pain erupted from the phone alongside a few words from a feminine voice;
“Y/n! Y/n! Please Save Me! He’s been at it... all night,” another howl of agony interrupted the girl, “But don’t let them force you to do anything... I care more... about you than myself... Only you...” she finished before seemingly fainting.
Derrick started to scream at the girl to wake up before Natasha ended the call, once again, a thunderous silence grasped Y/n as tears once again erupted from his now dull orbs.
“Ah, that’s much better! What a wonderful sight to see indeed, you’ve been betrayed by one of your best friends, and now the one you love the most will soon meet an early grave if you don’t do as I say.” Purple hair flooded Y/n’s sight as he was pinned down on the bed, a screeching laugh crawled out of the woman’s mouth.
“Now, now, this is not the time for sobbing! Cheer up! I’ll make you feel good shortly! Actually, I changed my mind. I’d be even better if you took the lead this time,” pausing her grey orbs stared into Y/n’s, “otherwise you know what will happen to the sow.”
Like a puppet being pulled along by it’s strings, Y/n slowly started to move. He no longer cared. As long as Y/n was kept alive. Even though she was being tortured, it was better for her to be alive, at least for Y/n.
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8:30 - The previous day
Walking towards the end of the long corridor, that seemed it would never end, Y/n entered the main hall which had a DJ on a stage located in the centre of everything. A makeshift dance floor was located all around the DJ’s stage filled to the brim with teens of all sizes and ethnicities. The dazzling lights shone down onto the teens, seemingly gifting them boundless confidence which came from the clouds above.
Various Hip Hop moves executed by the before mentioned DJ got the crowd even more siked, Chloe overheard a conversation from a random teen, “How did Derrick manage to get this dude to appear? Isn’t he like, super famous?” they screamt in order to allow their comment to be heard by their fellow teens.
It was no wonder the teen had to scream. The music blared through very large speakers, situated beside the DJ who had earplugs equipped in order to not go deaf from the sounds; Chloe could swear that she could see the speakers vibrate with every beat drop. Derrick was located towards the centre of the crowd, surrounded by an army of males and females which seem to pander for his attention.
He seemed to be basking in the adoration received from his fellow peers, his gaze surveying the crowd as if he was looking for someone. Suddenly, a famished smirk grew upon his countenance, Y/n could feel his predatorial gaze upon her small stature, and she definitely did not want to be looked at by him for long.
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Unfortunately, she had little choice but to greet the man which had hosted the event. He would definitely know where Y/n was. The small orange haired teen wished to be reunited with her special friend as soon as possible. She simply didn’t feel safe with all of these strangers around her.
Derrick slowly moved through the crowd that parted as he willed it, as if he was Moses parting the red sea, holding a red cup of beer in his left hand. The teen was quite tall at 6ft 3, standing what seemed to be miles above the small teen.
“Hi Chloe! Glad to see you could make it! What do you think of the party? Grand right!” he turned fully around in order to muse at the crowd of human flesh that depended on him.
“It’s a bit disorientating since there are so many people. Where’s Y/n.” she said matter-of-factly. Her response rubbed Derrick the wrong way, ‘This bitch... After all my work all she cares about is that piece of shit Y/n... I hope Natasha does her worst.’.
“I’ll tell you if you down this liquor, you should get in the mood before you see Y/n, he’s definitely smashed by now. Seeing you sober would be such a mood dampener, if you know what I mean.” He reasoned as a cup of a unidentified beverage was shoved into Chloe’s hands.
The small girl was clearly dissatisfied with having to drink, she didn’t want to end up like the old woman who would beat her after becoming drunk... nothing would be worse than turning into someone who hurt others to relieve themselves of stress.
Lifting the drink up to her mouth, a random teen bumped into her, spilling half the drink onto her clothes. Derrick seemed annoyed by the interruption, ‘No matter, It’s even better when she’s aware of what is happening but is powerless to do anything against me... Although the paralysis effect lasting less time might be an issue...’ he reasoned, a sickening grin being masked by his countenance.
Despite the spillage, Chloe downed the whole beverage in order to not have to endure the terrible taste of it. She’d once tried some beer that was left on the kitchen counter by the older woman once. It’d made her nearly puke. She definitely couldn’t hold her liquor, nor did she enjoy it’s refined taste.
The older woman had beat the girl very harshly that night when she found out that some of her golden serum had been wasted on that deadbeat girl. “What a waste~” she had sorrowfully sighed whilst continuously kicking the ever living shit out of the small girl of 12 years. Chloe had seriously thought that she’d seen the river Styx that night...
Seeing that Chloe had drank the liquid, Derrick had to lift his hand to cover his face as a psychopathic grin rioted to escape onto his countenance. It didn’t take Chloe long at all for her to become severely inebriated whilst following the teen who’d promised to take her to where Y/n was.
The music had long since became a muffled mix of screams and beat drops, not that the young orange haired girl had been able to notice the change. Her vision blurred as colours mixed and she became unable to make out shapes, resulting in her walking into a wall when Derrick had turned right.
BANG, the young girl fell down and hit the floor, producing a heavy sound muffled by the carpet. Chloe was not completely blacked out, she could just barely hear and see Derrick as he scream-laughed over her body.
Her body was slowly being dragged through the mansion, her head bumping against a few objects left on the floor and pieces of furniture here and there. Derrick really wasn’t being that cautious, since he’d reasoned that this was only a small taste of the pain he’d force upon the girl.
Descending down into a basement of sorts, the continuous hits to her head as she was dragged down a long flight of stairs gave the small girl a concussion, blurring her vision even more than it had already been.
The next 10 minutes or so for Chloe had been indecipherable. By the time it seemed that she’d come to obtain a semblance of what seemed to be consciousness, she came to find a multitude of weakened leather belts confining her to a cold metal chair. They looked like they wood give a bit of leeway if she forced them to move, which was surprising to the small teen since she knew that she lacked in being able to exert force, ‘They must be quite old’ she observed, scratches and stretched material scarred the material, as if someone had thrashed about in the chair quite a bit. The cold sept into her bones, causing the girl to attempt to shiver in her new seat, the sensation getting worse as she thought about where she might have been translocated to, and more importantly, what was going to happen to her next. She found out that her body was completely paralysed, aside from her sensations which seemed to be more sensitive than before.
Observing the room, black metal walls that seemed to be sound proofed surrounded the area. She’d remembered the multiple impacts that the metal stairs had made on the girl’s head, thus she concluded that a basement was a likely location that she was currently confined in.
Not even a few seconds after she had come to, a rattling noise came from behind her, the noise of a door swinging open followed soon after. Soon the source of the discomforting noise came into view, a metal trolley with multiple levels which all contained sharp objects that had blood stains all over them.
Derrick had donned a full set of white clothes with a white apron. He looked like a priest clothed in only the most pure clothes in order to become closer to the gods he worshiped. A unnatural looking grin was splayed across his countenance as he leered at Chloe as is she was a new toy and he was an infantile child.
“How ya holding up? I hope you enjoyed the taste of what is to come when I dragged you down to the basement,” pointing towards a door, Derrick laughed before continuing his delusional speech, “The blood stains you left on the stairs were simply sublime... I’ll leave them there in your honour, an absolute piece of art aren’t you!” he chuckled, orbs never leaving Chloe’s figure.
The male teen turned his attention to the sharp weapon-like objects that decorated the metal trolley, resulting in Derrick equipping a certain device. “I think I’ll start with this first... the drug’s effects should dissipate shortly... then I’ll be able to see the despair pounce onto your face...” he lustfully sighed.
A stained metal device was equipped onto the armchair, Derrick placing one of Chloe’s fingers onto it before looking up to see her reaction, activating the device. “ARGHGRHHH” screamt the teen who had started to weep, unable to writhe in pain.
Chloe certainly wasn’t new to the gruesome sensation, in fact, pain was like an acquaintance of the girl which frequently visited. The young teen’s left pinkie’s fingernail had been completely ripped off, blood seeping out of the wound. Unfortunately for the young girl, this was only the start of her time with the crazed teen.
Currently, Derrick was cutting Chloe’s forehead, making blood seep down her countenance, her vision dyed red as her tears and blood mixed. This had bring up a memory a thousand times more painful than the torture inflicted upon the girl.
Rain poured down upon cement, causing all noises around the girl to be muffled. The wailing of a car, yellow light blinding the young girl as she looked onwards towards the heavily injured Mikhail, who convulsed in pain as he choked to death on his on blood, a sweet release compared to his other fate, slowly bleeding out in pain.
The older man’s blood mixed with the rain and flowed towards the young girl like the rapids of a waterfall, unstoppable the blood and water dyed the girl’s hair red as she screamt for help, “Anyone, Anyone, Please! Please help my father!” the young girl’s horse voice obstructed by the heavy rain.
This time, instead of calling out to anyone, the only word which left Chloe’s mouth, apart from the occasional screams of pain, was the name of the only one she could rely on. The handsome, black haired boy who she’d spent most of her life with; Y/n.