Implied smut scene
Important note: My personal laptop is messing up, I can't really use it anymore, so I'm using my school one (bad idea, I know) and this one doesn't have the grammarly app I use, so if there's suddenly a bunch more grammar issues than usual, that's why. Wattpad only does so much with corrections.
On another note: I'm a but stressed still, so my writing isn't the best. So unfortunately no smut scene.
Another important note: The last half of this was written on my phone, so grammar and overall writing styles may be slightly worse.

Y/n pov

Jorel was the first to move, softly pushing against me until I was laying down on the bed with him hovering above me. He didn't say anything, dipping down to capture my lips in his own. The kiss started out gentle but it soon turned into a rough biting one. I pulled away with a gasp, fear rising quickly within me. He moved down to my neck, the same thing happened, he bit down hard, breaking the skin, blood started to trickle out. I fought back the urge to cry out, struggling slightly under him. Jorel placed a hand on my chest, just below the wrapped wound, the action caused me to quickly stop. I squeezed my eyes shut and silently begged for it to quickly end. He moved away, sitting up then. Jorel didn't slow his advances, reaching down to pull off my pants.
"Wait!" I scrambled up, backing up against the wall. He stared at me, a small smirk playing on his lips, "You're scared."
I didn't move, feeling the tears already welling up behind my eyes, threatening to spill out at any moment.
"Come on, baby, I won't hurt you," His voice was daring as he leaned forward, "Don't make me tie you up now, though, I'm sure rope would look great on you."
"Please... don't do that."
He only snickered, "I'm the one calling the shots here."
I looked away, fear settling in.
"But I suppose if you do what I say, I could let a few things slide."
I didn't know whether that was good or bad, but I nodded anyways.
"Good girl," Jorel purred, "Now close your eyes and don't move."
I did what he said, hearing him move and shuffle slightly. Curiosity got the best of me and I opened my eyes. I gasped loudly and pushed myself away, struggling to get away. Jorel was quicker and stronger, forcing me back onto the bed before straddling my waist. My arms were forced down, head slammed back onto the pillows. Jorel popped the lid off his syringe, exposing a long, dangerous needle. I cried out when he forced it into my neck, quickly pushing the liquid in. The drug almost instantly took effect. My vision began to swim, I could only weakly push against his chest, and then I stopped all together.
"See?" Jorel said, swiping a thumb across the wound, "That wasn't so bad."

"He's not out here."
"Quit complaining."
Jordon only huffed and glared, "Why don't we just storm his home?"
Dylan hit him, "Because we don't know where he fucking is, dumbass!"
Jordon hit him back, harder. Soon both were on the floor at each other throats. With a snarl, George kicked them both, until they parted and stopped.
"Get up," he hissed. They did, though both waited for the other to get up first. George wasn't having any of it. "I'll take you both back to the house."
"Don't make me turn this car around."
"I'll send you back too, Danny."

George turned around, not speaking and not leaving room to be spoken too. The others followed suit, Dylan and Jordan casting each other glares every once in a while. Matt fell behind, staring down at the ground in either concentrating or boredom. Danny noticed, hesitating. When the other man reached him, he continued. "You okay, Kurlzz?" Matt glanced up, "You left him there." The mans face dropped, "That's what this is about? Damn, Johnny told-"
"He's not going to fucking listen!" Matt snapped, "He's going to fuck her up, and then I'm going to fuck him up."
"She's going to die."
"Is this all you think about? Maybe we shouldn't have taken her after all. And besides," Danny went on, "She is going to die, Its what we do, Kurlzz, its everything we do."
"No."
"This was a bad idea, and of you keep acting this way... Johnny might kill-"
Once again the Costa Rican was interrupted, though this time, Matt slung his fist into his gut, making him double over, gasping in shock.
"You... You don't know anything." He stated way to calmly, "George knows who she is, he won't kill her, he can't."

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