Kidnapped Books 1&2&3 (Watty Awards)

Ch. 8 Kissed by the Demon

I awake suddenly. The room was black. No scratch that the room was non existant, at least that’s how it seemed in the suffocating dark. I didn’t know why I had awaken so suddenly. Had Jace called me? Then it happened again, the thing that had woke me. A cool breeze blew across my cheek. Not a breeze from a wind, no a breeze from a person. Someone was blowing across my face.

I fought the urge to call out. I remembered horror movies I’ve watched. When you call out, you die. Again they blew on my face. I shuddered and goosebumps ran across my arms. The person laughed.

“Jace,” I cried, my voice wouldn’t raise above a whisper. The voice laughed again. A finger ran down the side of my face. It followed the line of my jaw to my chin. Two fingers ran across my lips. I was to scared to move. A tear was wiped from my cheek. I didn’t realize I was crying.

“Don’t cry. Soon you’ll be mine and everything will be better.” Mark’s dark demonic voice whispered in my ear.

“No,” I choked, through my tears. Mark pushed the hair that had fallen over my face behind my ear. I could sense how close he was, but I couldn’t see him.

“Don’t fight it, Izzy. It will be better for both of us if you just cooperate.” He sighed.

“No,” I snapped. He laughed, a creepy laugh. I heard the door open and close again. I sighed in relief and hung my head. My body was still on edge. Then he was there again, right in front of my face. I could see him, centimeters from my face.

“Never trust your mind. Listen to your body.” He smashed his lips on mine. I couldn’t fight or screamed. I had to sit through it. His breath was hot and rank. His lips were cracked. His stubble scratched my face. He put his hand under my shirt. I gasped. I felt his lips pull into a smile.

“Mark, where are you?” I heard Derek shouted. Mark sighed in annoyace and pulled away. The door opened and closed again. I sat in suspense, fearing he really didn’t leave.

“Jace,” I cried. My voice cracked. He didn’t hear me. I tried to speak again, but my throat was closed. I pulled my knees up to my chest and cried.

I cried until a single ray of light shone through the window. It was Wednesday morning. Jace was leaning back against the pole, sleeping.

“Jace,” I begged. I needed him to wake up. All I wanted was for him to hold me, to kiss me. I wanted him to wipe last night from my mind. He didn’t wake up.

“Jace,” I said, a little louder. Still nothing.

“Jace,” I shouted. He shook his head, startled.

“What?” He asked, annoyed. I must have looked as bad as I felt by the look on my face.

“What happened?” He demanded. Tears escaped my eyes. “Izzy, what happened?”

I recounted what happened last night. Jace’s face grew dark and angry. “I’m going to kill him, I’m going to kill him!” He shouted loudly.

“Shh,” I begged him. I didn’t want them to hear us. Steps sounded up the stairs. The door opened and Mark came strutting in. Derek followed behind. Derek untied Jace. He held his hands behind his back while Mark untied me. I shivered as Mark’s fingers brushed against my skin. He laughed. He looked up at Jace and smirked. He ran his lips across my collarbone. Then he was gone.

Derek stood staring at me with shock. Mark and Jace were rolling down the stairs, Jace gripping Mark. Mark groaned as they hit the ground. Jake and Mr. Newman shouted in shock. I quickly ran down the stairs. Jace sat on Mark’s stomach punching him over and over again. Mark shoved him off. Jace rolled away. Mark jumped up and began punching Jace. Jace swore loudly as Mark punched his nose and it cracked.

“Stop it, Mark.” Mr. Newman said. He sound bored and made no effort to stop Mark. Jace kneed Mark in the groan. Mark fell off of him gasping.

Jace jumped up and kicked Mark in the stomach once, twice, three times. “If you ever touch her again I will kill you!” Derek and Jake came out of their traces and pulled Jace back.

“Mark, you’re an idiot. Get out of here before I kill you. Take a walk.” Mr. Newman ordered. He ran his hands through his hair. He glared at me. “You’re causing me a lot of trouble you know that?”

“Me?” I shrieked. I wasn’t going to play victim. “That’s what you get for kidnapping us! You can’t blame us for fighting back! You are nothing more than a self-centered, jealous, greedy, son of a bitch, kidnapping bastard!” My father would probably kill me if he heard me talk like that, but I didn’t care.

Mr. Newman ran his hand through his hair then turned to leave. I smiled smugly at his back. He turned then and slapped me across the face so hard I fell to the ground.

“You think I’m a bastard now girl? Just you wait, just you wait.” He hissed. He turned and left the factory. Derek and Jake stared, confused, at Jace and I. I didn’t want to find out what Mr. Newman meant.

Please, dad, please pay. I begged silently.

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