“I know your little ‘secret,’ Zack. You’re a sick bastard.” She could see the anger building in those hazel eyes she had once loved. “How could you do such a thing to those innocent girls?” “How the fuck do you know what I’ve done?” he spat at her. She sipped her whiskey and ignored him. “Listen bitch, you better tell me tell me how you know or else-” “You’ll hit me? I’ve heard it all before, Zacky,” she was pushing him to the edge of his anger, just like she had planned, “and I’ve had it all before, or do you forget that you landed me in hospital on a few occasions?” she placed the glass down gently, just waiting for him to crack. He forcefully slapped her across the face, and then grabbed her chin. “You are going to tell me how the fuck you know right now,” she looked straight into his eyes and smiled, “you fucking whore,” he let go of her chin and gripped her neck. “You will tell me.” He gritted through his teeth. Tears escaped her eyes and fear took over her face, but deep down she wasn’t afraid it was for effects. “It doesn’t matter,” she cried as he tightened his grip. “S-stop, you’re hurting me.” “Of course it fucking matters.” He watched and listened, with delight, to her gasp for air. He moved over so he could whisper into her ear. “The pain will stop if you just tell me,” he spoke in a venomous voice. He could feel her trying to shake her head no. Then a sharp sting was felt in his ear. “You fucking idiot,” he yelled, throwing her over the coffee table. “You’re a worthless piece of shit,” he screamed and began throwing random objects at her. He suddenly stopped and walked over to her. “You never get what you deserve, maybe I should help you with that.” He smirked and sat down on her. He shoved his mouth on hers, forcefully shoving his tongue in. She tried to bat him off with her hands but was soon left helpless as he grabbed her wrists and held them above her head. One hand moved down her toned body to the top of her jeans. Now she really was scared, but this wouldn’t have been the first time he had done this either. Instead of pushing his hand down her jeans he took off her belt and broke the kiss. “You always did like it rough didn’t you?” Tears of sadness fell from her face as Zack began to tie her hands together. He lifted her top just high enough to pull her tits out of her bra. He bit down hard on her nipple causing her to scream in pain. “Pleas, Zacky, you don’t want to do this,” she tried to tell him, but it only resulted in her receiving another hard slap to the face. “What are you gonna do; get your brother after me?” he mocked her, he smirked and pulled her jeans down to her knees. “Your brother can’t save you this time sweetheart.” He pulled her panties down and his fingers plunged into her pussy. He loved to watch her squirm under him; he loved any woman or girl that had a pussy to squirm under him. “I’ll make you pay for this you bastard,” she screamed at him. He just laughed at her and began undoing his own belt. He unleashed his manhood and left no time for her to react, as he replaced his fingers with his throbbing cock. He moaned as he felt her tight walls around him. “Shit you’re tight.” He pulled out slowly but went straight back in when the cold air his dick. “Guess being a basketball star doesn’t get you any cock does it?” he asked smugly. “Always told you, you were a waste of space.” She screamed at the top of her lungs for him to stop. “Shut up, you stupid cunt.” He ripped her panties from around her knees and shoved it in her mouth. He continued to fuck her until he could feel her getting wet. “See I knew you couldn’t help but get wet from me.” He leaned down to her face to whisper in her ear again. “You never could get enough of me.” Those words sent shivers down her spine; she couldn’t believe she used to love such an animal like him. She was embarrassed that she was getting off to being raped by her psycho ex-boyfriend. “Cum for me sweetheart.” He grinned from ear to ear when he felt her wall close in around him. His throbbing cock released as soon as she did. He rode out his climax and then got off her, to fix himself up. “So how was it for you? Better than last time?” he smirked as she tried to answer but couldn’t. He picked up the glass of whiskey he was given earlier and downed it. Zack woke up slowly with his head pounding wildly. He opened his eyes, but everything was blurred. He blinked a few times to try get his vision back. He squinted and looked all around himself. “Where the fuck am I?” he asked himself out loud. He soon realized it was his ex-girlfriend’s apartment, and he was lying on the kitchen floor. He tried to remember what happened. She asked him to come over, he did. He raped her. After that his mind was completely blank. He rubbed his eyes with his hands. Zack picked himself up off the floor and was shocked to see the mess in the kitchen. ‘Did I do all this?’ he thought, his ex was a clean freak she would never leave the apartment in this mess. He walked out and into the sitting room. His heart skipped a beat. All that blood. It was everywhere. The walls, the carpet, anything that was in sight had blood on it. Now Zack was scared, for the first time in years, he was terrified his anger had got the better of him. His chest moved rapidly up and down. Zack had to leave the room. He walked down the hall to find her. He didn’t want this to be true. “Where are you, Amy? You stupid whore get out here now,” he yelled as he walked into both bedrooms and the bathroom. He leaned against the wall and slowly slid down. “Shit. Oh shit, what the fuck am I going to do?” he started hyperventilating. He buried his head in his hands and he did something he hadn’t done since he was a baby. He cried. He cried in fear of being found out. There was a loud knock on the front door. His head shot up and he looked to the door. His eyes went wide. ‘Should I answer it? Should I leave it?’ he pondered, ‘Fuck it why can’t I remember last night?’ There was another loud knock again. This time a voice followed it. “This is the Huntington Beach Police department, open the door.” Zack was paralysed with fear, had she ran off and told them? Before he had time to react the door slammed flat against the floor. The hall became flooded with cops with their guns all pointed at him. “Keep your hands where we can see them!” a voiced yelled and Zack instantly complied. “Lay down on the floor, but keep those hands where I can see ‘em.” Again he did as he was told. Zack had always been in trouble with cops but never had this happened to him. When he lay flat on the ground he was told to put his hands down too. As his hands passed his face, he saw it again. Blood. The palms of hands where covered in blood. Whose it was bewildered him. “Zachary James Barker,” a voiced boomed as someone else began to cuff him. “You are under arrest on suspicion of the disappearance of Amy Louise Sanders. You do not have to say anything but anything you do say will be used against you in court, do you understand?” “What?” he yelled as he was being hauled off the ground. “I didn’t go near her! I swear I didn’t fucking touch her!” he screamed as he was being dragged away. “That’s what they all say,” the officer said to himself.