CHAPTER 115
**WINTER**
My blurry eyes dart to Ethan's phone, lying just a few feet away on the ground. I need to distract him myself a moment and figure out how to get my hands on it. My pulse pounds in my ears as I try to force my mind to focus on a plan.
"It's a real shame you won't just give in and consent," Ethan says, his voice dripping with false disappointment. His lecherous eyes roam over my body as he holds me tight.
"Would've been a lot easier for you. Maybe even enjoyable."
His hand roughly gropes my breast, and a wave of nausea churns in my stomach.
This can't be happening.
All of this for some petty rivalry that I have no part in!
He smirks, his fingers digging into my breasts.
"Perky. Bet my dick would feel amazing between them. What do you say, huh?"
"Go fuck yourself," I snarl, struggling to break free from his grip.
His face twists in fury, and before I can brace for it, his hand strikes me again. This time, the blow is harder-tears sting my eyes and spill down my cheeks as I struggle to keep from falling apart.
"Fuck myself...nah. I'm going to fuck you, and I'm going to enjoy every second of it," Ethan snarls, his hand already moving to unbuckle his belt.
Panic surges through me as I scramble to push myself back, but my foot catches, and I crash to the ground with a painful thud. He chuckles darkly, his voice low and menacing.
"Ahh..I like this position better," he says, dropping to his knees and trapping me beneath him.
My heart races as he yanks his pants down, pulling out his semi-hard dick, stroking it with a disgusting grin on his face. The sight makes me gag, bile rising in my throat.
"You sick fuck," I scream, thrashing beneath him, trying to kick him off, but he's too heavy, too strong.
His eyes darken with a sick kind of glee as he reaches over and grabs his phone, angling it at me, filming me while he gets off on my fear.
"Stop it, you psycho!" I growl, rage boiling up inside me as I struggle against his weight.
He inches closer, his voice low and taunting.
"Come on, beautiful. Do you want to suck a real man's dick? Lick me like the whore you are?" His words send waves of disgust and terror through me, but I keep fighting, trying to move, trying not to give him the satisfaction of seeing my fear.
**CLAIRE**
I stormed through the crowded house, pushing past people with a frantic urgency that only I seemed to feel.
Where the hell was Winter?
My stomach twisted into tighter knots with every room I searched. The living room, the kitchen, and even the bathroom sign of her.
Something was wrong, I could feel it.
Where could she have gone? My mind raced with possibilities, each one worse than the last. I bit my lip, forcing myself to stay calm, but it was getting harder by the second.
I caught sight of Harry lounging against the wall, looking as relaxed as ever.
Anger bubbled up inside me.
Of course, he'd be sitting there without a care in the world while I was losing my mind.
"Where's your idiot cousin?" I demanded, marching up to him, my voice sharp and urgent.
Zion was always involved when things went wrong for Winter, and I was certain he had something to do with her disappearance now.
Ronald shot me a puzzled look, his brow furrowed.
"What's got your panties in a twist, sweet Claire?" he teased, his smirk growing as he leaned closer.
"It'll be your boxers I’m twisting if you don’t tell me where Winter is!" I snapped back, my patience wearing thin.
He chuckled, the sound dark and playful.
"Oh, I like the sound of that... your hands on my boxers."
"Ro..." I hissed, irritation flashing in my eyes.
He raised his hands in mock surrender, his grin widening.
"Alright, alright... but seriously, why would I know where your little friend is? Or maybe you're just looking for an excuse to get a little closer to me?" His eyes locked onto mine, the smirk on his lips deepening with a hint of challenge.
"Ro!" Harry and I shouted in unison, our voices sharp with frustration.
Harry's relaxed posture evaporated, replaced with a hard edge. His eyes narrowed, scanning the room with sudden urgency.
"What do you mean you can't find her?" His tone was tense, a stark contrast to his usual calm.
"How long has she been gone?"
"I don't know, Harry!" I snapped, almost shaking in frustration. "I've been looking all over. If Zion's done something to her-"
Ronald quickly interjected, shaking his head.
"Nah, Zion's locked in one of the bathrooms, getting his dick sucked by some redhead. He disappeared with her a while back. I highly doubt he's involved in her vanishing act."
"That doesn't mean he's not responsible," I snapped, irritation bubbling to the surface.
"He's got plenty of minions to do his dirty work for him!"
"Calm down," Harry said, though his voice was tense. He looked around, clearly starting to worry.
"We'll find her. Zion-"
I opened my mouth to argue, but then Tony came skidding up to us, looking like he'd seen a ghost. His eyes were wide, and he was out of breath. My patience was wearing thin.
"Claire," he panted, glancing between us. "I-I have to tell you something."
I shot him a glare. "Make it quick, Tony. We don't have time...."
"It's Ethan," Tony blurted out.
"He's got Winter... cornered in the woods...but—"
"What do you mean, 'cornered'?" The words slipped out in a harsh breath, my mind struggling to process them.
"He said he wanted revenge on Zion, that Winter was his weakness. He wanted us to... force her to... you know—" His voice broke, and he quickly averted his gaze, guilt eating away at him.
"I just... I couldn't go through with it."
In a flash, I slapped him across the face, fury surging through me. "You fucking coward... you just left her out there... alone? And did nothing?"
I moved to strike again, but Harry was faster, grabbing Tony by the collar, his eyes cold with rage.
"Where the fuck are they?"
"Th-they're... that way..." Tony stammered, his face pale with fear.
Without another word, Harry shoved him forward.
"Take me there. Now."
Tony ran, his legs shaking, with Harry close behind him. I wasn't far behind, my heart hammering in my chest. This couldn't be happening. Not to Winter.
I had forced her to come...
"Where?” Harry barked over his shoulder, his voice sharp with panic.
"Behind the old oak tree, near the back of the property!" Tony shouted, scrambling to keep up with us.
My breath came in ragged gasps as we sprinted across the yard. I could barely think, the fear and rage blending into a sickening mixture inside me. This was my fault. I shouldn’t have left her alone. If anything happened to her...
Branches whipped against my face as we ran into the woods, Harry leading the way. My mind raced with every horrible scenario, each one making my heart pound harder. Ethan had her cornered. Oh God, what was he doing to her?
No. I couldn’t think like that. We would get to her in time.
We had to.
And when we did, whoever was behind this—Ethan, Zion, I didn’t care—would pay. No one messed with Winter. Not on my watch.
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