EroticReverie

Mercy Moore

The big brute pulling me tosses me towards the table shoving me as I almost fall over the table, my hands slamming into the plate of pancakes in front of Damon. 

I growl and then lift my hand. Looking at it, and then my lips tighten. I see Damon smirking when I look to him. I reach my hand back to the plate, I grab a handful of his pancakes, then whip around and throw them in the face of the boy still standing behind me. 

People gasp and laugh, and even Damon chuckles. 

"That's not nice Red" Damon says and I whip back around I glare at him and then down at the rest of the table of guys. Every single one fucking hot as......my eyes skip back to the guy at the middle. His head tilts slightly. I blink for a second. It can't be Jag. What would be the chances?

I just look back to Damon , lift a finger under the edge of his plate, lifting and tipping it over into his lap and swiftly scooping up his glass of orange juice and dumping it in his lap. 

"Whistle at me like a dog again Damon and I'll-" 

I'm cut off by the screech of the chairs across the floor as every single guy at the table pushes their chairs back and stand up, looking at me like I just fucking stabbed him or something. 

Damon just looks up with a smirk. 

"Oh, you're going to regret that Red." he says. 

I hide my fear, because fuck, every single one of them was taller than me, every single one of them looked like they kicked kittens for fun. They all looked at me with straight up murder in their eyes, it was fucking creepy, but also, in a real fucked up way, kind of hot.  

I could feel the fucking power they were sending off and I heard them loud and clear with them not even speaking a word. 

"Come here. Now." A deep voice growls from the middle of the table and I look down. 

"Jag?" I ask, because, it HAS to be him. 

His jaw tenses. 

"Wait, what , how do you know Jag?" Damon asks, his pants drenched in syrup and orange juice, but I ignore him. 

"Get down here Mercy." he says. 

I jerk my head back and then shake it. "No." 

the room grows silent and I can tell by the few gasps, telling Jag Remington no, is not on the list of approved things to do at Black River. 

"You will either come to me. Or I will come to you." he says. 

I cross my arms, giving him a stare down. Commit Mercy. Don't fucking be weak and back down now just because seven hot ass guys are looking at you like they're about to rip your spine out. 

"If I come to you Mercy...I will not be happy." Jag warns me , his blue eyes narrowing, warning me, and I remember him being a tough ass even when we were twelve. We got into a lot of trouble together at twelve years old. The two terrors they called us. 

"Come to me all you want." I say with a shrug. 

"Do you need to a borrow a cum rag?" I ask, reaching for a napkin on the table, the big guy next to Damon slams his hand over mine and shakes his head slowly and curls his hands around mine, hard. 

I feel my fingers pinching and feel pressure on my bones. I grit my teeth as the grip tightens. 

"Bad new girl. tsk tsk" he says quietly. 

In the next second Jag is casually walking behind his friends, around the table and towards me as the guy holding my hand , is close to shattering every bone in my hand as I tug, trying to fight the tears from the pain it's causing me. 

"What the hell" I pull at my hand as Jag gets closer and closer and I don't know why but I'm fucking terrified. 

I look around the cafeteria and absolutely nobody is moving to help me, not even the staff, that are just looking the other way.  Jemma is just shaking her head as if to say "told you so."

I look to Jag as his six foot four frame looms over me and now that he's close I can see he has a lip ring. My nostrils flare as I glare at him. 

"Let her go Rafe. You'll break her hand. Then she won't be able to help me come to her." Jag says and my jaw drops and Jag looks at me, the tiny hint of an amused grin at the corner of his mouth. 

"You wish Jaggy" I say, snatching my hand away when the big dumbass crushing it releases it. 

I refuse to hold it to my chest and cradle it like I want to. Fuck it hurts though. 

"You're new here." Jag says.

"Really?" I ask. "Thanks for letting me-"

"You STILL don't ever shut the fuck up it seems. " Jag says. 

My mouth freezes, but then I recover. "And you're still a narcistic psychopathic little bitch." I say. 

This earns me a fist in the back of my hair before  I can even blink. 

Jag yanks my head back and presses himself to me so he can look right down at me as my head is leaned back.

"You're going to learn to watch that little mouth of yours Mercy" he says. 

"Make me." I snarl. 

Everyone is gasping each time I reply to one of these idiots , and I just can't stop digging myself deeper. How bad could it really fucking be? Some stare down intimidation, hair pulling? I mean shit, this was kind of fucking hot, but I wasn't about to let Jag or his shit seven know that. 

"I don't think you want me to do that Mercy." he says quietly. 

I say nothing as his hand still has a grip on my hair. 

"You scared little Mercy?" he asks when I don't respond. 

Yes. I think. 

"Of you?" I let out a laugh. 

"Never." I bite out. 

"Hmmmmm" he grins, and licks his lips. And god damn little Jaggy grew the fuck up, and he's fucking hot as hell. But he doesn't get to play bad boy with me, when he played it with me back then. We were BOTH bad. Not just him. 

"Still pulling hair like a little girl I see." I say. 

What the hell Mercy?! I yell at myself inwardly and his jaw ticks , and the next thing I know Jag has his arm wrapped around my waist, dragging me at his side from the cafeteria. 

"you fuck!" I scream. "Let me go Jag!" I kick and then scream as one of the others grabs my feet. I have my hands trying to lash out and scratch or punch or do anything , but one of them grabs my hands , same fucking hand cruncher from earlier. 

I yelp. 

"Ow you fucking dick!" I scream as they drag me and carry me through the halls as I scream, absolutely nobody coming to help me. Thanks a lot Jemma , I think. But, she did warn me. I didnt listen. 

They carry me down a set of stairs, and I scream as it gets darker and darker and no lights are being turned on, like these fucking psychopaths can see in the dark, or are down here so often, dragging girls down here, that they dont need a light. 

Suddenly I'm dropped, hitting a cold cement floor with a thud. 

"What in the fuck is wrong with you all?!" I scream and then I'm pushed down, on my stomach, a large body comes down ontop of me. 

No. No. No. I scream.  

A hand comes over my mouth and I bite it. 

"Son of a bitch!" Jag yells and then snatches my hair again and I yelp in pain. 

Suddenly by the side of my head. I hear it. The click of a knife being swung open and then a blade is at my throat. 

I go silent. Nothing but my whimpering silence. 

"what are you doing" I say my voice finally cracking. 

"Teaching you a little lesson Mercy." he says and I feel his mouth come to my ear. 

"Didn't Jemma warn you?" he asks. 

"Yes." I ask. 

"And you didnt listen?" he asks 

I shake my head slightly. 

"Oh Mercy.....Mercy, Mercy Mercy, you really should have listened."