“You, Cassandra, have something that none of the other girls had and it had an effect on Hunter.” Where was this going? What effect? I kept thinking.
“You, Cassie, are innocent. Pure, like a newborn baby but on top of being all those things you’re also a woman. A very beautiful, sexy woman that men can’t wait to get their hands on. My and Hunter’s lives have been hectic and troublesome when yours was practically a piece of cake, a stroll in the park compared to ours and he loved the fact that you hadn’t yet seen the cruel world firsthand. He wanted to protect you, that's why he wanted you so badly, Cassandra.”
It sort of made sense but I was still lost. Why would he want to protect me so bad? And I had seen the cruel world firsthand, not as bad as them, but I had.
“Okay, so why did you take me and my brother?” I asked, ready to know the answer.
“Well you have the same effect on me as well, I want to protect you. Keep you safe from the world. Plus, you’re hot so that’s a bonus.” He grinned. “But I’m not like Hunter, I don’t want to keep you pure.” A devilish smirk played on his features and I was afraid as to where this was going. “But you might want to keep it down unless you want your brother involved.”
My hands were shaking at this point. He can’t be serious, can he?
“Don’t be scared, I’ll be gentle.” He started to move closer to me, but I just run to the kitchen with him following closely behind. “Don’t even try to hide, Cassie. I’ll just find you in the end.”
I was currently under the kitchen table, gripping a butter knife I had saw laying on the kitchen counter. Lame, I know but it’s the first thing I saw, and I guess it’s better than nothing.
“Come out, come out,” Zach sang in the most creepy-sounding voice.
“It won’t hurt... much,” he said the last part under his breath but I still heard it.
“It’s not like I’m going to try and kill you again, I was stupid back then, I’ll admit.”
“I see you, Cassie,” he whispered right beside my ear.
I screamed and jumped out from under the table and darted back to the living room.
“There’s nowhere to go so just come willingly and it will be better for the both of us.”
I was stuck, there was nowhere to go, like he said. Zach stood at the kitchen doorway, smirking at my failure to escape. “Maybe it won’t be as bad as you think,” he told me, walking closer.
I just shot him my best disgusted look.
Hunter
After I was done packing, I sat down in my small living room, turning on the TV and flipping through the channels. There was a cooking show on and some kids’ shows, nothing I wanted to watch so I just settled on the news.
“A young boy and his sister previously kidnapped by Hunter Stiles over six years ago have gone missing, again. Ben, the fourteen year old was taken from his home two days ago. His parents had tried to get in contact with his older sister, Cassandra, who now lives in New York but failed to do so. Police went to her apartment only to find no sign of her. A note was found left on the kitchen table. It read, ‘HELP. A man with dark hair and brown eyes is kidnapping us. He goes by the name Zach. — Ben.’ The letter was written very sloppily, as if jotted down in a hurry.”
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This can’t be! I can’t let her go through this again. I grabbed my keys off the counter, getting ready to turn off the TV and leave but the reporter wasn’t done yet.
“A neighbor of Cassandra's saw a man, wearing all black, pulling up in a black van and leaving with two people. He believed that it was Ben and Cassandra. If you have any information on this case, please call 1800-crime-stoppers.” With that, I turned it off and headed out the door.
I got in my car, pulling out of the drive way drove towards Cassie’s apartment.
Chapter 50
Cassandra
My hands were shaking at my sides as my mind raced as to what I needed to do. Zach was walking over to me with a devilish grin. I turned to unlock the door but before I could, he grabbed me by my forearms and pulled me to him.
“Did you really think you could escape that easily?” I just shook in his arms as he held my wrists in a tight grip. I knew I couldn’t leave Ben, but I also knew Zach wouldn’t hurt him if he wanted me to come back.
“No,’ I blankly said as tears started to blur my vision. I didn’t want to cry, I really didn’t, but I just couldn’t help the tears from silently down my cheeks.
“That’s what I thought. Now, be a good girl and follow me to my room quietly,” he told me, slowly leaving a trail of kisses down my neck.
I just shivered under his cold lips as he pulled me down the hallway. I dragged my feet, hoping to buy myself some time, but it’s obvious Zach wasn’t buying it. He just tugged my arms harder.
He opened a door and turned on a light. I’m guessing this was his bedroom. There’s a queen-sized bed in the middle of the room with a nightstand on either side of it and a few more pieces of wooden furniture sitting around the medium-sized room. He pushed me over to the bed and told me to sit, so I did.
“I have a surprise for you.” He smirked and walked over to a dresser and dug around in it till he found what he was looking for.
“These will look so good on you,” Zach told me as he held up a pair of metal pink handcuffs.
I began to shake again and planned on making a dart for the door, but before I could, he’s standing in front of me with a grin plastered on his hard features.
“Now be a really good girl and let me put these on you.”
I looked at him with pure disgust and said, “Like hell.” I tried run away but he just grabbed me by the waist and threw me onto the ground. I was shocked as all the air in my lungs came flying out. I lay there as my backbones ached.
“Now, now, Cassie. You wouldn’t want to wake Ben.”
He was a horrible person, just plain disgusting. I stayed quiet and just let the tears fall even more.
“That’s what I thought,” he grabbed me by the waist and hooked his arms under my legs and carried me to the bed. “Now grab onto the headboard,” he demanded.
I looked at the metal bars, knowing exactly what he had in mind. “No,” I breathed out. I would not be giving up this easy, not without a fight at least.
“What did you just say?” he growled, moving his face closer to mine.
I just leaned back further into the soft pillow, not wanting him this close to me. “I think you heard me,” I fire back.
He just chuckled while shaking his head. “Oh, stupid, stupid Cassandra. When will you ever learn?” Zach brought his face back down to where mine was. “You don’t know who you are messing with.”
Before I could even comprehend what was happening, he had slapped me across the face, making my left cheek sting in pain. I cried out for him to stop, but he just repeated his previous actions over and over till I was screaming his name to stop.
“Save your screaming for later, sweetheart.” And with that he got up and left the room.
I was more than happy for him leaving, but I was also worried that he went to go get Ben. But to my little prayer I said after he left, Zach came back alone with only what looked like a glass of water in hand.
“I brought you something,” he whispered, nearing me with the drink, but something told me that the small cup held more than just water.
“What is it?” I dared to ask.
“Nothing too special.” He smirked, handing me the drink. “Now, drink up,” he cooed.
I closed my mouth tightly, not daring any of that to get into my system. I could not even tell what in Go’s name it would do to me.
“Drink up, flunitrazepam is waiting to work its magic.”
Before I could understand the drug he was referring to, I had already drank half the cup and Zach was trying his best to force more down on me. Once most of the “water” was down, he sat beside me, waiting for something to happen. I remembered my father speaking once of this drug. It’s
supposed to make you feel drunk, well that’s how he explained it to me.
“Soon you’ll be higher than a kite, and I can finally have my way with you,” Zach whispered in my ear then began to trace patterns on my exposed stomach.
Once he pulled my top up, I shivered under his touch, trying to picture myself elsewhere, anywhere for that matter, but I couldn’t rid his mocking smirk from my brain.
“Your skin is going to feel so good under mine, Cass.”
I cringed at the nickname, this really was happening and I’m just hoping the drug would knock me out, maybe even kill me because I was not really for sure if I wanted to wake up after this.
“I’ve wanted this for a very long time now, I’ve needed this. I’ve needed you, Cassie, and now you’re finally mine.”
Tears were beginning to fill my closed eyes, everything I’ve ever wanted has been taken away from me. Even the smallest of things, like waiting for marriage or at least waiting till I was ready. I hardly knew this disgusting excuse for a man, now in minutes I’d be enduring a whole new feeling. A feeling which should be shared with someone you love, not a horny bastard who can’t keep his greedy hands off young girls. If I ever have children, I hope they won’t ever throw away their first time or get forced into it. I’d never felt more scared and nervous in my life. I could only hope that the drug would rid my brain of this night.
“It won’t be long now.”
And sure enough, I started to feel my muscles weaken and my mind seemed to not comprehend things as fast as normal. I felt someone’s cold fingers struggling to undo my pants button. I didn’t even have the energy to push away the person doing it even though I knew it’s Zach. I could see his tan skin working to pull them down now. My body was screaming for me to move or to do anything as his cold fingers slowly went to pull the lacy undergarments off.
“Don’t be afraid, I won’t bite,” he whispered in my ear, and then a dark sinister laugh filled the room.
My brain kept reminding me how after this night, nothing would ever be the same. I wanted so badly to just get up and run away with Ben but I knew it was too late, far too late now. I made a short prayer, asking God to just kill me now and let Ben leave untouched, but in the back of my head I knew it would take a miracle for that to happen. It seemed that this world we live in only grants wishes or prayers from time to time, hardly ever for that matter.
I closed my eyes, trying to escape this room and the horrible man in it. When I opened my eyes, the sweater I was wearing was now ripped into pieces and Zach was throwing it to the ground. I was left in only my underwear and bra as the beautiful yet disgusting man hovered above me.
“You’re even more beautiful than I thought,” he whispered in my ear.
I shivered as tears brimmed my eyes, wanting to fall, but it didn’t even feel like I had the energy to cry. As pathetic as that sounds, but that drugged-up drink he gave me had really started working in the last few minutes. I was almost thankful for it, and I was hoping the drugged drink would rid this night I was sure to remember. I really hoped I do die. I tried one last time to kick him off of me, but it’s no use. The drug was in full effect now. I couldn’t even lift my legs. I could feel them but I just couldn’t begin to move them. It’s a very odd and depressing feeling.
Zach pulled his shirt over his head which exposed his chest full of tattoos. I couldn’t even begin to tell what most of them were, his whole front was covered in them.
“Like what you see?”
I wanted to slap him for even thinking I liked his body. I didn’t. Not one fiber in me liked anything that had to do with him.
“Come on, babe. Don’t give me the silent treatment.”
So that’s exactly what I did. I closed my eyes, feeling light headed and wanting sleep, maybe this was death calling. Maybe if I just fall asleep, I’d never wake up again.
“You’re going to love this, and if you don’t, at least I will.” It was the last thing I heard.
Hunter
Once I pull onto the highway, I headed straight for Cassandra’s apartment even though I knew she wouldn’t be there. I drove thirty over the speed limit, not really giving a shit if I got caught or not. I couldn’t believe Zach took Cassandra. I thought that bastard was dead. He was supposed to die.
I pulled Cassie out and left his sorry arse for a reason. He tried to kill her, and now he had come back from the dead to seek revenge? But why would he take her? Yes, I knew he probably fantasized over her, and I don’t blame him, she is perfect and so beautiful and pure; but I’d come to realize neither one of us really deserve her. I love her so much but it’s clear now how bad of an impact I left on her, and every day for the last six years I had wished I could have never done those terrible things and treated her so poorly. It broke my heart to know she was with yet another horrible man who wanted to do who knows what to her so I must find her. Even though I couldn’t take back my actions, I could prevent more bad ones from occurring in her life.
I pulled into her apartment complex parking lot to see at least ten cop cars surrounding the building. “Great, just great.” I thought on what I should do, and a thought popped into my head.
I knew it’s a long shot, but I had no other options. I got out my phone and dialed Cassandra’s number. It rang four times before going straight to voicemail. “Wonderful, just wonderful,” I thought to myself as I was scrolling through my phone, trying to think of anything I could do.
An app caught my attention. How could I have been this stupid? After getting out of jail and finding Cassandra and once she gave me her number, I put a tracker on her phone. I went onto the app pushing onto Cassie’s number, and it gave me directions to where she was. I quickly pulled out from the lot and headed back on the highway.
I knew I should have called the cops, telling them I know where she was, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I needed to settle this with Zach. Alone.
“I’m coming for you, baby,” I whispered to myself and sped down the interstate.
Cassandra
Tears fell and stained my cheeks as pain shot through my lower region. I cried for it all to stop but nobody heard my pleas except the man causing the pain. I felt awful, disgusting, and dirty. My brain was overloaded with so many emotions, I didn’t even know what to think. I hoped, praying that the drug would ease any pain I was to feel, but it’s obvious it doesn’t numb you that way.
My vision was blurry, I was not sure if it’s from the tears or if my vision was just off from the drink. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly as the pain became unbearable. I screamed for him to stop but my cries didn’t even phase him one bit. I tried to kick, thrash, or do anything to get him off, but my body wouldn’t move. It’s like I weighed a thousand pounds and I just couldn’t pick my own weight up.
I think my father was wrong about feeling drunk. It didn’t feel like being drunk. It’s a scary feeling, not being able to move and only being allowed to see everything that’s going on around you, but if there was a fire, you would just burn away to ashes at this point. I wished there was a fire and I would just disappear, escape this cruel world, leaving behind my brother—the only one who truly cares about me, I have no one else. I hadn’t seen my mother and father since I moved up here to New York, and it’s been five years. Hunter didn’t even care, heck, he left me after I confessed my love to him. He just left, leaving me standing there like an idiot, and Ben would just forget me anyways.
“I love you so much,” he spoke as the pain came again.
I wanted to cry but I had no tears left so I just winced in pain and stared at the clock on the wall, watching as the time passed. After staring it down for a straight ten minutes, the tears returned stronger than ever. The pain appeared, even more unbearable than before, but I couldn’t move or scream and I could hardly see. The room began to spin, sending me into a confused daze. My body ached in places I didn’t know could hurt, red spots, and other things I didn’t know litter the bed sheets. I shut my eyes as the world a
round me still spun. The pressure and stinging I once felt had faded, but it was still there lingering around. I didn’t dare open my eyes for two reasons: one, I didn’t even want to see Zach, and two, I didn’t think I could even open them. My body felt drained from any energy I had before this happened.
Slowly, I started to feel tired and like I just couldn’t take fighting the sleep any longer so as I slowly fell into another world. I heard a familiar voice screaming my name but not even the raspy voice could bring me to open my eyes.
Hunter
I banged on the door, practically beating it down, before I kicked it in, giving up on anyone answering. I held the gun tightly in my sweaty palms, my heartbeat running wild.
“Cassandra! Zach!” I yelled through the house, but no one seemed to hear. I tried to open a door, but it’s locked. She must be in there. I banged and beat on the door, yelling at Zach to let me in; but before anyone answered, I kick the door in.
I was shocked at who I saw with wide eyes staring back at me. Once I entered the room, I saw Ben, Cassie’s little brother. I knew he probably hated me for all I’d done to him, but I could only hope he didn’t realize who I am.
“Hunter?” he asked, backing away from me.
Well, shit. Of course he would remember, why the heck did I even think he wouldn’t? “Yeah, it’s me. Now, where’s Cassandra?” I asked, looking around the room.
“S-she left earlier to talk to Zach but never returned.”
With that said, I ran out of the room, Ben following close behind, and stopped at a door. “Is this his room?” I pointed towards a wooden door. Ben just shrugged, not knowing the answer. I didn’t even try kicking the door down, I just shot the lock and it gave up. I run in, telling Ben to stay back.
Tears rimmed my eyes at the sight in front of me. Cassandra lay completely naked on the bed with her hands cuffed to the headboard. The sheets along with her petite body were placed on sheets spotted with blood and a few articles of clothing. I run over to her, forcing my eyes to look anywhere but her beautiful body. I knew it wasn’t the time to be thinking such dirty things. I took off my jacket and laid it over her.
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