The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Baylie's POV--

Joan played with a shiny metal clamp, twirling it in her fingers. It was like one side of a handcuff, but larger. "Tell me," she began. "Have you ever worn a collar?" I looked from the metal cuff to her, feeling the fear in my eyes. "Get away from me!" I seethed. She lunged for me, her hands falling on my shoulders and pushing me down. I tried to struggle—I did,but it just...it hurt, so bad. I felt as the cold metal pressed around my neck, choking me slightly. My hands me to my neck, trying to pry off the device. She stood above me, conversing with 'Oli.' I rolled around on the floor, my fingers struggling with the metal ring around my neck. I could breathe, but between the pain in my stomach and the squeezing around my neck I could only fit in short breaths. It was exhausting.

"Would you stop your squirming?" Joan sniped.

--Andy's POV--

She looks lovely in a collar.

I seethed. 30 minutes Baylie, please hold on. Please.

--Baylie's POV--

Oli sat down in the chair, watching me intently like that of a scientist studying a new species. Suddenly, the lights turned off. I looked around, my breathing turning rapid. I couldn't see anything! Where is Joan? Tears flocked to my eyes in fear as a claustrophobic feeling washed over me. I needed to get this off my neck, I couldn't breathe. It's dark, it's dark I can't see! Panic and anxiety overwhelmed me when suddenly...

A small flame flickered.

Oli was lighting a cigarette. My eyes flew to the light, but it soon died out. I could see the small, orange coals and could smell the smoke.

"I'm not sure Andy told you about Naomi..." Joan's voice broke the dark, silent era. I exhaled shortly through my mouth and inhaled back in, swallowing my spit as I closed my mouth. "Naomi, like you, was a whore Andy toyed around with for a bit. See, she was in the same place as you are right now." I heard as she walked around a little, and my head shot in all different directions trying to find her. It was no use. The room was completely dark. "Oh, you should have heard her scream." Joan chuckled at this. "Why don't you scoot forward a bit? See what's in front of you." My eyes darted around. "N-No." I resisted. Suddenly, her hands gripped my collar and dashed my forward. I moved forward a few feet and looked in front of me. I could barely make out the darker mass in front of of me; but a small, orange coal floated to the ground and gave it away. It was Oli, sitting on the chair. "Now, Naomi was a weak girl girl." Joan continued, still pacing around me. "You are even more so." I snapped my head in the direction of her footsteps.

"I am not weak."

She chuckled. "We'll see." Oli's free hand grasped my collar, jerking me closer to him. He held me so close to him I could smell the awful cigarette wrapped up in his lips. Holding the metal clamp around my neck, I saw him move his other and around behind my neck. My heart beat so fast I thought my ribs would snap through, if a few of them weren't already. Suddenly, he brought his cigarette down to the back of my neck.

It was like no other pain Joan had given me. It burned my skin so horrifically I could my feel skin peeling away. I screamed, snd at the end of the scream was a loud sob that I didn't mean to release.

--Andy's POV--

20 minutes, Baylie, please. Please be strong. I've never had to come to the rescue before, I've never even cared to save anyone Joan took. This time is different. I have to. I have to get her in time.
--Baylie's POV--

"Open your mouth." Oli said. This was the first time I noticed he had a strong british accent, so it sounded more lie 'o-en yer mow-th.' I jerked away, still feeling suffocated. "No." My voice was shaking and full of tears. He brought his cigarette down on the back of my neck again, making me scream. While my mouth open to scream, he shoved something inside of it. I knew very well what is was.

He was going to rape me.

Tears ran to my eyes. He shoved my head down as far as it would go, and I felt myself choking. I can't breathe. I tried to scream, but I couldn't.

--Andy's POV--

5 minutes. My knuckles were bleeding and my window was broken. I had punched it in anger. I never called Ricky back, I didn't want to. I didn't think I could. I was angry. The cellar door was in sight. I didn't want to drive anymore. I slammed on the breaks, in the middle of the rode, amd began to run.

--Baylie's POV--

My gag reflex was kicking in. I felt like I needed to vomit. "You were saying," Joan began. "About how strong you are. But the thing is, you don't look very strong right now." Tears rolled down my cheeks. Oli pulled my collar up and down, and every time he pulled me down the back of my throat would burn with soreness and agitation. "And that's the thing, Baylie." I felt as she knelt down, her face inches from my tearing, bobbing one. "You aren't strong." Oli pushed my head all the way down and kept it there, releasing a low groan and spewing something forcibly down my throat. He threw me away from him.
I vomited up the disgusting substance, crying and shaking. Andy must have given up on me now. I threw up again, and this time I knew it was blood I'd puked up. It was thin and tasted salty, like when you bite your lip too hard. Joan chuckled.

--Andy's POV--

I reached the cellar, panting and full of adrenaline. The doors were shut. I knelt down on all fours atop the metal entrace and banged my fist against it. "Joan!" I shouted. "Open the fucking door!"

I heard her voice from inside. It was muffled, but I heard it.

"Oh look," she said. "He's here."

Notes

Yes, that did just happen.

I wasn't really sure what ya'll would think of this scene, but I wrote it anyways to break your hearts.

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