Chapter 32

Samantha's pov

The smell of vomit hung on my body and I wanted to wash it off. I vomited each time he touched me making him madder. He use me as his punching bag. I haven't seen my sister or Britney yet.

A steady dripping noise comes from my left and I know it's water dripping from somewhere if I can just figure out where I am.

The door opens and I hear footsteps approach me making me scared. What if he rapes me today? Thus far he only touched me inappropriately but I don't know how long he will be happy with just touching me.

"Hello baby girl, do you want to come down and play?" He asked smirking at me.

Sick bastard!

He starts touching my leg and with all my strength left I kick him in the face making him stumble back. I winched as the cuffs dug into my skin but it was worth it.

"You fucking whore! You broke my nose!" He yells and I knew I made him mad.

"Then stop touching me, you sick bastard!" I yell back.

"You belong to me I can do whatever the fuck I want with you!" He growls tak