All A Mystery
Chapter 8
Dancing for a couple songs with Sam didn't seem all that bad, it was slightly fun, even though Sam still had a scary side towards him. His arms we wrapped around my waist and my hair was brushed behind my ear, as hot lips found my ear lobe. Sam placed a soft kiss against it before speaking.
"Im gonna go get a drink, want something?" He asked, stoping our movements.
"Im good." I replied shaking my head.
"I'll be right back, please, please don't leave." Sam replied, sending me a wink before heading to the opposite side of the room, to the location of the bar. Deciding on not wanting to look like an idiot dancing alone, I headed back for the booth, when a small hand grabbed mine.
It was Em.
"Come dance with me!" She shouted smiling.
"Okay." I replied laughing.
She locked her hand with mine as she dragged me to the dance floor again, our bodies moving fast to the music, laughing at eachother. We kept dancing for a few songs, as I noticed Sam was chatting with a friend at the bar, when two guys about 21 came up to us grabbing our hands, Conner and Eric who started dancing with us, twirling us around, all in good fun, Sam keeping a close eye on me.
Or so thats what I thought it was, good fun.
"Wanna get out of here?" Conners voice shouted into my ear.
"No, Im here with someone." I replied, moving away from his grip.
His hand roughly pulled me back tightly to him.
"With who?" He spat.
I nodded towards Sam, who was still chatting away with a man.
"Samuel? Ha! Don't waste your time with that a-hole." Conner said with disgust.
"Oh well." I shrugged.
"Come on baby, come have fun with Conner. You'll be wanting more of me after the nights over." He gripped my waist tightly, inflicting harsh pain upon me.
"You're hurting me." I grabbed at his hand, practically glued to my hips.
"Like this?" He teased, squeezing even tighter than before.
"Stop, please." I begged, feeling nails and fingers digging into my sides, knowing they were gonna bruise.
"Don't make me scream." I threatened against his grip.
"So you're a screamer. Im a big fan of those." He winked, causing me to want to barf.
"Get-" My voice was cut off.
"Don't even think about it." He threatened, "For that, you're coming with me." He smirked disturbingly.
Connor kept a hand around my mouth and the other digging into my side still, and rushed me towards the exit. My hands fought against his placed against my mouth, tugging it down quickly as my eyes fell to Sam, not realizing what was happening.
"Sam he-" I shouted, Conner, clamping down again tightly over my mouth and nose as I struggled even more to breathe and break free.
Sam's body turned toward my attempted scream, seeing me being hauled out of the room. Before I could see anything else, I was tossed over Conners shoulder and being carried outside and down the street to a white truck, assumingly his.
I heard the unlocking of his truck and the door opening, followed by my body being thrown down on the back seat, a body, squishing ontop of me.
"Get off of me!" I panted, catching my breath.
"Im going to enjoy this." Conner replied, "especially since Sam can't hear your helplessness."
Conners hands trailed down the outside of my shirt, and stopping at my waist, as I felt him pop the button to my jeans, and run a hand up my chest, with the other, brushing my hair back. I tried fighting against his hold until he placed his hands behind my back, allowing my arms to be pinned under both our weight. I panicked more, as I what Sam said flashed back to me, "I wont let anything happen to you, trust me," replayed in my head. I decied on doing the only thing I knew how to do.
"Sam!" I shrieked from inside the truck.
"Shut it." Conner ordered, tugging on my shirt, it inching down revealing my bra slightly, kissing down my neck a hand brushing through my bangs.
I gave up, my body going numb, just as the the truck door opened and Conner's weight being lifted from me. His nails dug into my cheek inflicting more pain. As I looked up, I saw Sam, standing there, grabbing my waist and pulling me from the disgusting truck.
Fastening my jeans up and replacing my shirt properly, Conner was laying on the ground, scurrying to get back up as Sam grabbed my hand.
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