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*Brittanys P.O.V*

Cold.

Wet.

Pain.

That's the first things that go through my head as I'm awoken by someone throwing cold water on me.

I gasp, and try to wipe the water away from my eyes but I can't because my hands are tied down.

What the hell?

I look around the room, and see I'm in an empty room except for the chair I'm tied on to and the guy standing in front of me.

The room is dark, and I can barely see the guy.

I think it was the guy that brought me here.

But where even is here?

"Ah, you're awake!" He says with an evil smirk.

He slowly puts the bucket down next to him and circles around the chair.

Like a predator stalking it's prey.

I don't say anything, because I don't know what to say.

"So you're the girl that Carlos has a thing with. I can see the attraction. You are pretty hot." He smirks.

I scrunch my face up in disgust, and want to punch that ugly smirk off of his face.

I don't even know who Carlos is!

He walks in front of me.

"Cat got your tongue?" He inquires.

I don't feel like talking...

I just wanna go home to my comfortable bed.

Well Adam's bed...

He walks behind me slowly and bends down so he's talking in my ear.

"Listen here puta, you better start talking or else," he jerks my head back by my hair, and I scream out in pain, "You're gonna be in a lot more pain by the time I'm done with you."

"O-Ok." I whisper not wanting to make him mad.

He lets go of my hair and walks in front of me again.

"Well, I'm Angelo. I'm basically Michael's go to guy. I'm in his gang." He says, answering my unspoken question.

"Uhm... Who is michael?" I question.

His face goes emotionless and I instantly regret my question.

He walks closer to me and bends down, our faces only inches apart.

Well, he told me to talk so.

"No hacer preguntas hasta que esté terminada," he growls.

I just give him a confused expression.

It's not my fault that I don't know Spanish.

"Don't ask questions until I am done." He clarifies.

I nod my head and shift uneasily in my chair.

"Well, Michael is the gang leader of the Black Roses. I'm obviously in his gang. I'm his second in command per say. I know that our name isn't very scary, but oh believe me," He smirks, "We are scarier and more dangerous then most gangs."

He gets up and starts walking around me making me nervous.

I don't know who this guy is, and I don't know what he is capable of.

I definitely don't want to find out either.

I gulp, and try to free my hands again, but Angelo notices.

He punched me in the jaw and I feel the chair tip on two legs, then I feel my back hit the floor, and I lay there, unable to breath properly for a couple seconds.

Well, there's another bruise to add to my collection.

He stays silent for a second before I hear him walk towards me.

"Why are you doing this?" I question, trying to breath.

I close my eyes, and focus on my breathing.

"I told you not to ask questions until I'm done!" He screams.

My eyes shoot open and widen in terror, when he suddenly starts kicking me in my side.

Two times.

Three times.

Four.

I hear a couple cracks and once again, I'm gasping for air, not finding it.

My ribs are in immense pain, and I'm pretty sure he broke a couple of my ribs.

He leans down and pulls the chair back up.

I don't say anything, and I concentrate on my breathing.

If I don't get my breathing under control I know for sure I will pass out.

He walks in front of me again.

"What's your name?" He demands.

I open my mouth to answer but nothing comes out.

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" He yells, then pulls back his fist and punches me in the nose.

I feel hot blood run down my face and in to my mouth.

A metallic taste fills my mouth, and I would do anything for a drink of water.

I think he broke my nose.

My whole body aches, and I feel like I'm going to die.

But maybe that isn't such a bad thing.

He smirks at what he has done to me.

Don't cry. You're stronger than that. Don't give him the pleasure of seeing you in pain. It's bad enough my mother and father do this, but this guy as well? What have I ever done to him?

"So, answer my question." He demands again.

"And what was your frickin' question." I sneer at him, somehow finding confidence.

He looks shocked at my sudden outburst.

"Listen here cunt, I'm going to love slitting your throat, and I can't wait until I can watch you slowly die. If you answer me, I might make it a little less painful." He rushes forwards and grabs me by my neck, squeezing tightly.

I nod my head trying to breath again, "I-I'm Br-Britta-any." I mumble out.

He smiles and releases my throat.

"ahh, thats what I thought. What a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl." He muses.

My face scrunches up.

"Fuck off, douche." I yell before I can rethink what I'm saying.

Do I have a death wish or something?

Anger flashes across his face, and he punches me again, the chair tipping and me falling flat on my back.

My eye starts to swell, and I see stars, the darkness slowly starting to take over.

"Don't fuckin mess with me, bitch. Soy tu peor pesadilla maldita" Then, after he says that, he walks out of the room, leaving me all alone.

In pain.

Soaking wet.

And cold.

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And slightly longer than before.

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