It's Not Love If It's Just Fucking

I'd Rather Go To Hell

Gavin's P.O.V

To bitch has finally surfaced. America? Really? The land of hope and glory? More like the land of piss and shit. I hate this fucking disgusting shit hole. No matter. It had plenty of abandoned places. Good places to take Dee. This fucking country is a fucking wasteful dump. At least it showed what dumb bastards they all are. I can keep Dee with me for years before they find her. I won't need her then. I'll be dead. I'm already fifty seven. I've already got the bitch in the trunk. It was so easy to get in her home and grab her. Now just to get her into the large building in front of me.

I open the trunk and grab the bitch by her upper arms. "Get on your feet you disgusting bitch." I say as i stand her up.

"Please let me go." She whines. I hate whinny bitches. Especially when i intend shagging the bitch.

"Shut the fuck up." I say as i push her towards the abandoned asylum. Handcuffs stopping her getting away. I grabbed her hair and pulled her along. "Quit fucking dragging behind." I snap as i pull her inside.

"Please let me go." She whimpered.

"Shut the fuck up you worthless piece of shit." I swing her around and she hits the hallway wall hard. She slumps to the floor and passes out. That makes it easier for me.

I pick her up and walk down the hallway and into a old patients room. I drop her onto the bed and undo the cuffs. I raise her hands above her head and put one cuff around the metal headboard then fasten it to her wrist again. I smile at my handiwork. My sex toy is back. I'd really missed that. Beating her and fucking her brains out. I'm getting a boner just thinking about it.

I unbutton my trousers and then pull down her pajama bottoms and underwear. I shift behind her. I like it tight.

TIME LAPSE>>>>>>>

I pull up my trousers and button them up. I remember how i found her. She thought she was safe from me in this shit hole. But she didn't realize how popular her magazine became. A tourist brought one back. They posted a link to it on Facebook. I checked Facebook daily. I saw her face on it. Dee Winters was her name now. She was based in Chicago. I went there and saw her enter the building. I followed her for a week. Then i saw her in a restaurant called 'Sunshine' with a group of people. Then she hugged a tough looking guy with blond hair. The rest joined in the hug. After they all sat back down, she kissed a orange haired guy. How fucking dare he kiss her? She's mine. Only mine. But i have their pictures now. I took them while they were listening to Dee. I'm going to track each one of them down and kill them. Starting with that fucker who thinks he can steal my sex toy.

I look back over at the bed as she stirs. "Welcome to your new home, bitch."

One week later.

I finish off and zip up my trousers. I flush the toilet then turn to look at Dee. She's whimpering by the sink. I walk over and uncuff one of her hands. I grab her arm and walk her into the other room. I let go for just a second and she bolts for the door. I run after her and push her to the floor, kicking her in the stomach and chest. "Where the fuck do you think your going, bitch? Your mine remember?"

"I'd rather go to hell." She screams.

I kick her again. "Trying to go back to that piece of shit are you?" I laugh. "Doesn't matter anyway soon. I'm going to kill all your friends and your shag piece."

Suddenly her arms shoot out and drag me off my feet. I kick out and connect with her head after several attempts. Her head hits the wall and she passes out. Dumb bitch shouldn't mess with me.

Dee's P.O.V

I wake up cuffed to the bed again. There's a pain in my head and he's behind me again. He's stood up fastening his trousers. I know exactly what he had just done. My lower back was hurting.