The Beast – Part ll

"Fine then. You wouldn't mind if he initiated the next kiss we had. You wouldn't care if he touched me, everywhere. If he made me scream his name." Onyx slowly turned around, and Ophelia smirked.
"Don't say it." Her smirk broadened as he warned through gritted teeth.
"So you don't mind if he f*ucks me?" She questioned, shaking her head and walking past him. Onyx was practically shivering in his seat, enraged. His hands were balled up, his eyes were closed, and his jaw twitched.
Ophelia turned around and delivered her final blow when she was a safe distance away from him. "It was not a pleasure to see you again, Mr Reighs. I hope you have a pleasant night. I'm going to get laid. My body is in desperate need of pleasure right now." Onyx looked up as she waved her hand. She could swear she saw a gold swirl in his eyes.
"Come here, Ophelia!" She gulped as he snarled in an unbelievably deep voice. He no longer sounded like himself.
"No!" She took a step back and shook her head. When he growled and took a step towards her, her eyes widened.
"Ophelia! Come to me!" Ophelia shook her head as he growled.
"Mr Reighs, you don't have the authority to command or order me. Bye bye." She turned around and waved her hand. Before she could take another step, a van slowed down in front of her and drew her inside. Ophelia was not even allowed a chance to scream as a piece of cloth was tied over her mouth and a bag was placed over her head, preventing her from seeing. Ophelia groaned and threw her legs and arms around, but two pairs of hands caught her legs and arms and held her down.
"Ophelia!" Onyx screamed and ran after the van as she was being dragged inside by the hands.
"Ophelia!" As he ran after the van, he screamed. However, the van accelerated and quickly drove away. Onyx stood there mortified for a moment, staring at the empty road.
Onyx quickly pulled out his phone, dialled a number, and pressed the phone against his ear.
"Someone has abducted Ophelia. Track Abilene and inform me. Now!" He yelled into the phone and dashed to his car, which was parked nearby. He took the wheel and drove along the path the van had taken.

When the van came to a halt, Ophelia felt two people carrying her somewhere. Her hands and legs were tied, and she tried to fight back as they dragged her inside. They tightened their grip on her arms as she thrashed. They threw her to the ground, and she groaned as her rib collided with something solid on the ground. Ophelia managed to keep her head from being injured, but the pain shot up over the area where her rib had come into contact with the rock. Ophelia groaned in pain as she heard footsteps approaching her. The footsteps stopped and for a moment there was silence.
"Du weißt, dass es klug ist, zuzuhören, wenn dir jemand etwas sagt!" A venomous female voice said. (You know it's wise to listen when someone tells you something!)
The female then turned to the other people, whom Ophelia assumed to be men, and the female commanded. "Nimm die tüte von ihrem gesicht."
("Take the bag off her face.)
Ophelia heard two more rushed footsteps approaching her, and they yanked her up and sat her down on a cold metal chair at her command. They yanked the bag off her face, and even though the light was dim, it hurt her eyes. She blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted to the light, and her gaze darted around the space. The place appeared to be an abandoned garage of some kind. There were car parts all over the place. Engines, radiators, tires, alternator belts, and so on. The garage smelled strongly of gasoline.
Her gaze was drawn to the men on both sides of her. They were bulky, their bodies were inked with various tattoos, and they appeared to be typical contracted bad guys. Ophelia scoffed internally and focused her gaze forward, toward the woman who stood in the dark shadows, as if to conceal her face and identity.
The female's petite silhouette revealed who she was.
"You are very attractive indeed, and it's no surprise that they are all wild for you." The woman hissed with bitter venom and loathing. Ophelia smirked, shook her head, and mumbled something over the tied cloth.
The woman scrunched her brows, unable to understand anything Ophelia said.
"What?" She inquired, and Ophelia mumbled once more.
"Stop mumbling like a child!" Ophelia rolled her eyes as she hissed. She ordered the men as if that sparked some senses in her mind.
"Take the cloth off her mouth!" One of the men untied the cloth from around Ophelia's mouth, and she exhaled a sigh of relief.
"As I previously stated, everyone in this room is stunning. Even this guy. Except, of course, for you. You are ugly. You are a freaking ogre in a skin of a beautiful woman." Ophelia scoffed, and she saw the female trembling with rage.
"I am not ugly you bitch!" Ophelia laughed as she exclaimed.
"You should have named Toxicodendron radicans." The female frowned as Ophelia scoffed.
"What?" Ophelia sighed as she asked, perplexed.
"Of course, my bad I didn't realize your thick head won't understand it. It refers to poison Abilene. You should have been named Poison Abilene rather than Abilene. That name is far too lovely for someone as ugly as you."
"You f*ucking bitch! You are the one ugly one here! Not even poison Abilene would f*uck your ugly p*ussy! Your father had even abandoned you and your mother didn't even love you! Who's the loser here now!" Abilene screamed as she walked out of the shadow. She was breathing heavily through her nose and her face was red with anger. Ophelia stared at her with wide eyes and suddenly burst out laughing.
"You are more immature than I had thought! You are practically a child." Ophelia laughed and Abilene's face got redder.
"I'm reminded of your mother when I see you. Ugly, shallow, selfish, greedy, and everything else." Ophelia stated sternly, her lips twitching to a smirk. Abilene's fist balled up as she saw red. "Shut up!" Abilene screamed as her fist swung towards Ophelia's face, and when Abilene's fist landed on her face, Ophelia's head jerked to the side. When Ophelia finally looked up, she saw Abilene staring at her with proud eyes.
"Wow!" Ophelia nodded her head impressed. "I mean, I could see that punch coming from a mile. But I expected it to be all weak and pathetic. But, my goodness!" Ophelia finished speaking and her eyebrows shot up when her eyes fell on Abilene's wincing face. Ophelia realized immediately what had happened, and her rich laughter filled the air.
"You dumb bitch! You punched me with your thumb inside! Your mommy didn't even teach you how to punch?" Ophelia laughed and Abilene screamed.
"Shut up!"
"Is that the only word you know?" Ophelia mocked, and Abilene lunged at her with a balled fist. But before her fist could make contact with Ophelia, Ophelia swung her tied-up legs upwards, slamming into Abilene's jaw with full force. Ophelia smirked as Abilene collapsed to the ground.