Queenie's POV

I don't know how they could pull the strings to make the school believe that I'll be absent for months but now I know that adults really are such airhead humans with a dollar sign on their eyes, thirsty for wealth.

It's been a week since that lady locked me up in this big dark room. Coldness is always present, I couldn't sleep knowing that I still haven't seen my little sister for days. My heart wants to dig its way out of my chest, just imagining how they're treating her.

I would pray to the so-called ''god'' but since the early stage of my teen years, I've stopped having faith in him. 

How can he help when I never even once saw his form physically. He's just a big part of human belief since humans always search for someone who's superior to them. No one really proved that he exists, some people say that he really does exist but through a ''dream''.

I mean looking on how fucked up my life has ended up, I'm pretty sure no one, no one can save me from this mess.

I laugh mockingly as I bury my head in the pillow that the maids provided me earlier.

Looking around my surrounding, there is no window, figures no such bad guys would put in their hostage in a room with windows. 

Arg!

I move around, searching for a comfortable spot to sleep on but searching that ''comfortable spot'' on a cardboard is like wishing for a bronze to be a gold one.

I take a deep breath before closing my eyes permitting the sleep to enter me.

There's no use praying for a savior when you're already in your nightmare, right?

3rd person POV

A silhouette appears at the back of Taylor's car, resulting for a little part of hope left in her heart to spark. She bite her bottom lip as she waits to see who's the owner of the shadow. 

After a few seconds, a teenage boy appears in front of her wearing a thick glasses looking surprised to see the most beautiful girl in front of him looking at him with a sad disappointed look before she slowly turns around and walks to her class.

''It's happening again... why am I being like this?'' She lowly asks herself, her right hand clutching on her chest.

The school hall is packed with horny teenagers pushing each other around. Normally, Ella would give them a murderous look but now it seems like she's in a different world.

She evades them and continues on her way to her next class, her shoulders hanging low.

Arriving at her destination, a blonde boy suddenly appeared in front of her. Instead of acting surprised, she just looked at him coldly and march towards her assigned seat.

''The day is not interesting like they used to when she was here.'' Ella thought to herself as she started doodling on her paper completely ignoring the call of her teacher. 

Her entrance is put to an end when her teacher grabs the chalk and throw it at her, hitting on her forehead.

She groans, feeling the pain. 

She looks up to see a red-faced bald teacher staring at her with rage. A switch has been flipped inside her, she removes the stain on her forehead and looks directly at her teacher's eyes pure with rage that she doesn't know has been in her this whole time.

She stands up and walks closer to the bald-headed teacher. On her way, she grabs the scissors that are on the table of her fellow classmate. Once she's standing face to face with her teacher, she pulls his necktie and cut it, letting it fall on the marble floor of the school.

'' You are fired, fuck-face,'' -she said before stabbing the teacher's desk with the scissors and left the whole classroom in a dead silence. Some of her classmates have their mouth hanging open while other students still have some Cheetos left in their mouth.

Walking down the hallway, her body starts relaxing.

Without a care in the world, she got in the car and drove off.

Her phone screen light up, it's from her the private investigator that she hired.

She swipes to right, accepting the call.

''So what'd you get?''

''It seems like she's not in the city anymore.-'' The news surprised her that she quickly steps o the breaks.

''What?!''

''Her FB account has been deleted and all of her owned things have been sold off-'' She ends the call then throws her phone at the back of her car.

She punched the steering wheel in anger. She frustratingly passes her hand through her hair.

''She's driving me insane...'' She sighs, frustrated, lost in her feelings.

Two months later...

A headless body falls on the white tiles, as it hits the floor, some of its muscles spill out of the neck, a pool of blood is staining the white tiles as Queenie stand frozen, shock written all over her face.

But it was completely washed away when she sees the woman who captured her for her own twisted fantasy walk down the staircase wearing a grey suit that is stained with blood, wicked smirk pasted on her lips.

A shiver ran down her spine as she remembers the night that this woman took the very last ounce of her dignity left in her while she pleas for her stop but it fell on closed ears. She hugs herself tightly as she tries to endure the pain that her heart is in.

If then her life was already at its peak to break into pieces, now, that she has nothing in her reach anymore, she doesn't care on what's about to happen. 

Why? 

She has no one with her anymore even her dignity.

She's empty.

A loud chilling laugh comes out of the older woman's throat as she claps her hands, looking at the corpse in front of her. She grabs a gun that is placed on the nearby glass table and points it at the body. She pulls the trigger one, two, three times as she smiles smugly at her aim.

Queenie's eyes can't take it anymore, she turns her gaze to the side. After a few seconds, her stomachs reached its limit making her vomit the food that she was forced to eat this afternoon.

''Look at me Queenie!!'' -Shouts Madela. 

But Queenie is still busy throwing up. Her hands are trembling in fear and grossed out at the scene she's witnessing right now. She clutches on her shirt as her eyes start tearing up.

''Little bunny'' -says the older woman as she slowly licks her bottom lip while she stares at the younger woman's legs, completely turned on. '' If you don't look at it, you'll be punished.'' 

She inches her lips closer to her prey and whispers: '' You'll get it if you don't obey.''

Still trembling in fear, she tries, endures it. Slowly she turns her head and looks at the body, watching the broken bones, muscles, and blood slip out of the body.

She tightly closes her eyes after seeing the scene before turning her attention back to the predator who's eyeing her up and down while bitting her lower lip.

''I-I d-did what you told me.'' 

She inhales deeply before she senses the warm touch running down to her navel, to her inner thigh making her squirm, not in delight.

''Don't trust people's words, we always lie. lesson 1'' the older woman devour the younger's woman lips. 

Queenie stands frozen in her spot while Madela then feasts on her neck like a hungry animal she is.

Queenie looks up as she tries to avoid letting her tears flow out of her eyes. She wants to forget everything but how could she do that when that very memory that she wants to forget is always happening every day.

Madela let her hands roam on blue eyed girl's  small back until they end up on the girl's ass, loving the round and soft feeling. Her hand smack the younger woman's bottom wanting to see the girl's reaction but she didn't get it.

But she doesn't care, she continues to keep her lips planted on Queenie's neck as she massages the girl's bottom, liking the feeling she groans.

Queenie finally gave up, allowing her tears to fall down on Madela's shoulder as she allows the woman's touch.

Madela enjoyed the night to the point her possessiveness grew larger than before. Before laying besides Queenie, once again she captures the younger girl's mouth.

To be continued.