Mia Lake

I open my eyes slowly. Gosh what did they drug me with? It's like I can't get it out of my system.

"Finally awake, huh?" Cassandra's voice wakes me up. My eyes fly open and I throw my head up to look at the woman standing in front of me. She's still as put together as ever, not a hair out of place, her designer clothes looking more like armor than fashion. She's the type of woman who loves control. And right now she has it all.

I shift in my seat, wincing as the ropes dig deeper into my wrists. "W...what do you want from me?" I ask trying to keep my voice steady.

Cassandra's lips curl into a smirk as she tilts her head, circling me. "You don't get it, do you?" She says. "This isn't about what I want. It's about you've done."

I blink, my mind racing. What is she talking about? I've met this woman one fucking time and she thinks kidnapping me is a great idea?
"I have done nothing to you! What the hell are you talking about?" I say feeling a lot bolder for a moment.

Har eyes darken as she leans in, her face inches from mine. "Alexander. You stole him from me. He was my toy." She says.

Of course this is about Alex. "I didn't steal anything from you." I say trying to sit up straighter. "Alex doesn't belong to anyone, especially not you." I snap.

Cassandra's face twists into something ugly, dangerous. "He was mine. He was always mine, until you showed up and turned him into some...weak version of himself."

I shake my head. "Have you ever considered that you might be the problem?" I pause waiting for her reaction. "You can't own someone. You can't force him to like you." I add.

She laughs. It's not the sweet kind. It's evil. Cold. "When I'm done with you, he'll do anything I ask him to. He'll be my toy just like before." She says taking a step back.

A man walks in from the door. Cassandra's father. "Daddy." She purrs turning to her father. "This is the girl who made Alexander stop visiting me."

He steps forward, his eyes cold and calculating. "Daddy will handle it. What do you want me to do with her, baby girl?" He asks.

This is not good.

"Do your worst. Make her regret ever stepping into our world." She says as she heads out.

My pulse quickens. But I try to stay strong. I can't let them break me.

The first hit sends me to the ground. The chair I just sat on falls with me, and I hit the cold floor hard. The taste of blood fills my mouth almost instantly. I try to move lifting my tied arms to shield myself, but before I can do so the second blow lands on my ribs. My breath hitches, a sharp pain at my side like fire.

I bite down hard, refusing to cry out. Refusing to give them the satisfaction.

His boot connects with my hand and I hear a sickening crack.

My vision blurs, and I'm not sure if I scream or if the sound is in my head. The sharp agony in my fingers makes it feel like my whole hand is on fire. I can't move my fingers. God, I can't move them.

My right hand. My dominant hand is... broken.

I squeeze my eyes shut, now sobbing as his boot meets my skin. I curl in on myself, but he doesn't stop.

I just...have to get through this. One minute at a time, one hit at a time.

He grabs me by my hair and pulls me up. I let out a loud scream, not able to stop crying. The pain is ripping through my scalp like knives.

"Don't you dare make my daughter mad again!" He yells in my face as he drops me back to the floor.

My every breath is a struggle, every movement sending sharp pain through my body.

Then he leaves. The door slamming shut behind him.

I can't move.

I cry.
Cry until I feel nothing.

Please. Please someone find me.
Because I don't know how much more I can take.

I felt so bad writing this...sorry guys :((