I'm a Loaded Gun

Seth forced my back into a wall, pushing his weight into me. The pain was excruciating, pressuring the extremely tender bruises. Travis stepped closer, placing a hand on Seth's shoulder. His face was terrifying. Seth smiled and whispered in my ear, "Now listen babe. We are going to leave here, and you aren't going to say a word. If you scream, we'll make it so you can't find the breath to scream. If you fight, those bruises will be the least of your worries. Understand?" he kissed me cheek again. He inhaled. "Mmmm. You smell delicious. I'm going to enjoy this." Seth and Travis grabbed my arms and began walking away with me. Seth twined his fingers into mine and Travis placed a hand on my back, pressing deeply into the bruises.To anyone on the outside it would look like a couple and a cherished friend walking together. I had no idea where I was going or what I was in for.

They walked me far from the stage, all the way to the attendant parking lot. They put me in the backseat of Travis's truck. My hands were tied behind my back with baling twine. "Why are you doing this Seth?" I cried from the backseat.

He smiled. "Because, I've been waiting for you for three years, and I'm not about to give up all of my work for nothing."

"You're insane Seth. And Travis what's your fucking part in this?"

"He's not the only one who is dying to get a piece of you." He winked at me in the rear view mirror, I cringed.

Travis drove like a maniac, taking wild turns. I didn't have a seat belt on, so I repeatedly slammed against the door. We took a ramp onto the interstate and turned off in a highly active area of town and pulled into a large hotel. Travis parked next to Seth's red Sante Fe with S BYLER on the plate. Seth removed the ties on my handed and yanked me out of the car, straining the muscles in my shoulder. He and Travis both led me into the hotel and into an elevator. We rose to the sixth floor. Ironically our room was 666. What kind of twisted hell was this? My hell...my own personal hell.

Seth threw me onto the floor once in the room. My chest ached from the impact. I turned onto my back and tried to jump up to my feet, but Seth leaned down pushing me back to the floor. "How about we get you to ease up a little first?" Seth looked at Travis and motioned to the cabinet. Travis pulled out a large dark bottle of whiskey. He took off the cap and took a deep guzzle. He passed it to Seth, who did the same. Seth put his hand under my back and forced me up into a sitting position as he squatted over me. "Why don't you take a sip?" I shook my head no. "I'll make it easy for you." He took a big swig and crushed his lips into mine. I opened my mouth to scream and the bitter liquid leaked into mine. I spit it back in his face. He smacked me again, sending me crashing into the floor. "Filthy little bitch!" he yelled. He kicked me in the stomach. I curled into a ball, gasping for air. They laughed. Travis slowly walked over, and picked me up. He tossed me onto the bed.

"It's really hot in here, how bout we cool you off a little?" Travis held my hands as Seth pulled off the shirt. Seth began to drunkenly laugh when he saw the range of bruises that covered my torso. I glanced at the bottle of whiskey. It was already halfway empty. "And these pants, surely they are constricting, let's help you out."

"Why don't you go fuck your whore of a girlfriend Travis?" I said as I spit in his face.

"Why drive all the way back to Spring Ridge for her when you are right here?" he whispered in my ear.

They pulled off my jeans. Both continually taking swigs from the bottle. It was almost empty. Seth pushed Travis, trying to grab the bottle.

"Hey, I bought it. It's mine!" he said.

"Back off! It-it's...mine." Travis retorted. They began pushing each other. They fell to a tangled mess on the floor. They struggled back and forth, rolling, and hitting each other. After what seemed forever they stopped and both seemed to have passed out on the floor. My hands had been rebounded. I couldn't untie them. I struggled to pull them apart, nothing. I couldn't stand on my own, the pain being excruciating in my ribs. I wish I could die, knowing when they reward, my life would be nothing but craving death. I looked down as I felt a tear roll off my cheek. I watched it as it trailed onto my neck and chest. Bruises were forming on bruises. It was so painful to breathe.

Notes

Ermahgerd!! Yes this happened! You guys asked for the return of Seth and an additional character so there ya go!