A twisted little adventure...

---Scarlett's POV---

Before I even realised it, all of the girls had been chosen and taken away by one of our captors. Each girls face showing a different emotion and each mans a different intention.

"Hello, Scarlett." Jinxx smiled, extending his hand to me. I jumped away from his hand. I can't deal with all this, I can't do this. Oh god.

"Scarlett..." Jinxx started, sounding hurt, "there's no need to be afraid of me, I'd never hurt you." I just stood, staring at my bare feet on the hardwood floor.

"My name's Jeremy." he tried again "but everyone calls me Jinxx." He honestly did seem okay. But no men were okay, really, were they. Men were pigs who were only ever nice to you for one reason and one reason only. This was probably just an act to get me to trust him, so that he could crush me even easier.

"Please, Scarlett." Jinxx pleaded, his tone of voice so desperate it almost made me feel guilty, "I'm not going to hurt you!"

"But how can I believe that!" I yelled, not knowing where the words were even coming from, "you say that, and yet you just kidnapped me! You have already hurt me!" Jinxx's deep pools of sapphire blue held a twinkle of sadness. He looked at me, hurt as though I had just told him his parents had died or something. How is it that he kidnapped me, and yet I'm the one who feels guilty. I'm the one who feels like I should run up, hug him and let him know everything was going to be alright and that I was sorry and that- Oh god, I don't like this feeling one bit.

"I'm sorry Scar, I had to do that. I can't explain just now exactly why, but I had to kidnap you. There was no other choice." Jinxx mumbled. "it'll all be clear eventually, I promise."

There was an awkward pause between us. "Look, Scar, I know you may not trust me, but if I don't get you washed and ready for dinner, then you'll have to deal with Andy, and he doesn't really do mercy, as a rule. I feel sorry for the poor girl he got paired with."
Wait, paired? But I thought they just chose us?

"Hug?" he asked. I nodded my head very, very reluctantly before stepping in to Jinxx's safe arms. For a split second I felt relaxed and at ease, as though no one could hurt me in my blanket of warmth; before remembering it could all just be an act and jumping back.

"come on." Jinxx said, holding out his hand, and beginning to lead me down the long, black corridor "let's get you a bath, shall we?"
Maybe he wasn't so bad after.
Maybe.
Just maybe.
After all, he did save my life all those years ago.

---Katie's POV---
Another sharp slap hit my face. Why was I enjoying this so much? This man had kidnapped me, kept me in a room and hit me repeatedly and yet part of me was enjoying every second.

"I said not to move, Slut!" CC yelled at me "what part of that didn't you understand?" Why was being pushed around so exciting?
"ANSWER ME!" CC yelled, before slapping me once more around the face.
"I'm sorry..." I whined.

Suddenly, I was thrown down onto the bed, and before even landing fully, CC was straddling me, a dark look in his eyes.
"What did you say?" he asked, ripping my pink top off in one swift motion. But before I had the chance to speak, his lips were on mine, his tongue exploring my mouth with an urgency unlike any other.
"What did you forget to say?" he hissed in my ear, squeezing my nipple so hard I could focus on nothing but the throbbing pain... And just how turned on it made me.
"I'm sorry m-master." I moaned.
"Say it again!" CC demanded, his trip tightening on my nipple even more.
"MASTER!" I yelled out, the pain becoming too much.
"Good girl." he cooed, releasing me.

"You're going to be my little slut." He whispered in my ear.
How has every but of logic escaped me? How have all my thoughts of escape completely evaporated.
"Say you'll be my slut." he hissed, sliding his hand slowly down my stomach and in to my black boy shorts. "who else but a slut would be this wet after being slapped?" he smirked.

Oh god, this was all so wrong, what the hell is wrong with me? Why am I enjoying this? Why aren't I trying to escape!? WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME.

"There's nothing wrong with you," CC smirked "you like pain. And I like inflicting it." and with that, he punched me in the stomach so hard it would surely leave a bruise. I bruise I couldn't wait to see.

---Roxy's POV---

"Strip." he commanded, whilst locking the door. Ashley was clearly not playing around, but at the same time, I can't just let him do this, can I?

"Jeez, shouldn't you take me out to dinner first?" I tried to joke, despite all the logical fear building up within me. Ashley laughed slightly.
"I'm glad I got a laugher, not a crier, a least. But still. I want those clothes off." I stood there, staring at him, completely unsure what to do.

"Take them off, or I will." he threatened "we're going to play dress up." To be honest, apart from the kidnapping part, a lot of this was normal to me, and a guy who dominates is always a huge turn on. So I decided to oblige. I gently pulled the tank top over my head and threw it off to one side, before slipping out of my shorts slowly.

"Underwear too, sugar. You won't wear that often now that you're mine." What the hell is this guy on? I wanted to laugh in his face' but part of me was too scared, a slipped off my panties and bra like it didn't matter to me at all.

"Good girl." he beamed "now, which would you prefer, the nurse, or the school girl?" he asked, pointing to the outfits.

Great, I've got a real special kind of perv, here.

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