Clickbait (Heath Hussar Fan Fic)

Missing- Part Three

     *TRIGGER WARNING- Please be advised. I was going to make this a long chapter, but I thought better of it because of this- I will be breaking off this chapter. If you would rather not read the description, you can skip to the next chapter.*
  I froze. He pushed me to make me start moving and I nearly fell. I held onto my car and walked like a new born deer to the passenger's side. I got in, buckling my seatbelt before he drove off. I didn't want to believe it was him. I tried everything in my power to not think about it. I closed my eyes, imagining Heath. I thought of the first time I said him... His smile was so pretty. I can't believe I'm with someone that's such a looker, honestly. Plus, what you see online is what you get and I've never been more thankful to have such a real- "Look! It's just like old times!"
     My heart banged against my chest. I looked around, seeing that we were under the boardwalk. I shook my head viciously, knowing what happened when we could come here. He reached over, taking his ski mask off for the first time. I looked into Nathan's face, seeing he had gotten a scratch on his upper lip and forehead... But other than that, he was the same malicious bastard I always remembered him as. He took his knife, pointing it in my face. He stared me up and down, knowing full well I knew what he wanted. I reluctantly took of my crewneck and I felt tears begin to pour from my face. My breathing quickened, feeling him tease me with the edge of his knife. I looked down, noticing his hands had blood on his fingers and palms. I panicked and he put the knife to my lips. "Please-"
     He cut my bra off with a knife, throwing it into his back seat. He then sliced my jeans open, slowly, at the side. He put the knife on the dash, viciously ripping the denim to expose my g-string. He hopped on top of me, undoing his pants. I went to fight, clocking him as hard as I could in the jaw. He grabbed my wrists instantly with one hand, squeezing them. I felt my arms begin to lose circulation when he punched me square in the face, his knuckles cracking under he intense pressure. I let out a scream, to which he hit me two more times. "I told you! Don't make a fucking sound!"

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     We ended up staying there all night and into the early hours of the day. I could barely feel my face as the tissue around my eyes had swollen. I knew within the next few hours they would most likely be shut. I tasted blood, but I couldn't tell if it was from my lips or when I bit my tongue. I felt the wind hit my legs, the only thing I had on my body was my torn jeans and crewneck. I looked down, trying to cover my lower half. This had been the worst he's ever done to me and I didn't know what I was going to do... If I was going to do anything. I began to pray in my head, hoping somehow someone heard me.
     Please. If you exist, God... please. Please help me. I don't deserve to die like this. No one deserves to die like this. Please. I just... Mom or Dad. Please. I need someone, I need something. Give me a sign someone is listening to me.
     We hit a bump and I heard something rattle in between my door and the seat. Nathan ignored it, looking left and waiting until we were able to merge onto the highway. I reached down slowly, careful not to draw attention to myself. I felt my camera in my hands and I gripped it until my knuckles turned white. I hit the record button out of the corner of my eye and I began to sob uncontrollably. "Hey! Hey! Stop crying! Get over it, okay? It'll be a lot easier if you just shut up." My sobbing stopped out of pure fear.
"Where are we going?" I sniffled, smelling blood.
"We are gonna go to your place. I hear your little boyfriend got his gun license in Florida a few years ago."
"How do you-"
"You need to be careful with what you put in the vlogs." The male voice laughed before the video cut out.