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= Chapter 14 =

Ryker’s POV

The weekend is largely uneventful. Casper and I just spend the time relaxing and hanging out with the gang. At one point Brad approaches us smiling, he nods his head at me then opens his arms wide.

“Welcome to the wonderful group of misfits,” he smiles, “you made it through.”

He laughs and the group all tackle me.

It was brilliant.

Then Monday came…

Casper’s POV

I run into the halls smiling and bang into my locker. I giggle a little unable to contain the happiness I feel until…

Bang

A hand slams against the lockers next to my head and I turn around in shock.

“Hey Casper,” Audrey tilts his head and stares at me, “how’s the little motherfucker doing?”

“I don’t want to fight.”

“Huh what a coincidence, neither do I.”

He grabs the back of my shirt and pulls me viciously into a dark room. He shoves me to the floor, pulling a rope out of his pocket. He roughly grabs my hands and ties them tightly together; he does the same to my feet. He sets up a chair in the middle of the room, shoves me onto it and ties me there. I try kicking and screaming, but it’s no use. He shoves a gag into my mouth.

“Despite throwing punches at you often I’ve always thought you were kind of hot, little motherfucker,” he whispers in my ear, breathing down my neck.

He leans forward and slowly drags his tongue all the way up my neck.

“So when my group decided we needed to include your new guy in the picture I was more than happy to keep you distracted while they teach him a lesson.”

He undoes the buttons on my shirt pulling it back enough to leave my chest exposed, with the rope now touching my skin.

He breathes in sharply, “Damn… If I had known you had this…”

He looks at me hungrily.

“I would’ve done this much sooner.”

He sucks on my nipple, hands roughly grabbing my torso. I try to protest, but eventually realise that it’s useless.

A single tear runs down my cheek.

Ryker’s POV

“Chelsea have you seen Casper?”

She shakes her head worriedly, “Sorry no, I have to go to class, can you tell me if you hear anything?”

“Sure,” I mumble as the late bell rings and she hurries to class.

I stay where I am, worried.

Three guys approach me.

“Hey, are you Ryker?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Nice to meet you,” the guy in the middle smiles and then punches me in the stomach.

The other two join in, yelling at me as they do so.

Eventually I just black out.

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