Chris was just sitting there staring at the floor. I don't even think he noticed us come in.

I don't blame him though. He's probably in shock.

I gave the man a cautious glance before I placed a hand on Chris's shoulder.

He looked up, fear in his eyes. He didn't say anything. He just stared at me.

I didn't move to do anything. I didn't know what the man would do.

'it's gonna be okay.' I mouthed.

He still didn't say anything.

The man placed a hand on my shoulder, spinning me around. He grabbed me and kissed me roughly. I was going to push him away, but I stopped myself. If I fight back, he won't let me see Chris. If he thinks I don't want to do what he said, he won't let me be here.

I watched a look of pure agony cross Chris's face. "Stop." He mumbled. "Stop doing this. I'll give you whatever you want. Just stop."

He released me and stared at Chris. "Well, you cracked faster than I thought you would."

All of a sudden, he slapped Chris across the face.

I stood there, frozen as he did it again. And again.

Blood dripped from Chris's nose and it was that moment that I finally found it in me to move. I stepped in front of Chris. "Stop!" I screamed.

His fist came in contact with my face, my knees buckled and I collapsed on the floor.

"I'm sorry? What did you just say?"

"Stop hurting him. Please. Leave him alone. You've done enough."

"If you don't get out of the way right the fuck now, I'll kill you."

I spit blood on the floor, looking up at him. "Kill me then. I'm not going to let you hurt him."

"Ricky, stop." I heard Chris whisper.

I looked back at him.

"Don't do this to yourself. Just go."

"He'll kill you."

"Let him."

He pulled a gun from the waistband of his pants and placed it at my head. I looked up at him, and then to the gun.

"Move. Now."

I moved out of the way, glancing at Chris. He just nodded.

I don't want to die. But I don't want Chris to die either. I have to do something.

There's nothing I can do though. He's a lot stronger than me. It's not like I could try to fight back. I'd be stupid to try. He'd kill me in an instant.

I sat there and watched as he beat Chris until he was unconscious. He just laid there. There was nothing I could do.

Once he was done with Chris, he turned to me. I moved back but he lunged forward and grabbed me by my hair.

"Don't you even think about trying to run away." He growled.

I stared at him with wide eyes.

"You're a little fucking pest, you know that?"

I didn't say anything.

He tightened his grip on my hair. He raised his other hand and slapped me across the face. He dropped me to the ground and kicked me in the side.

"Get up." He ordered. "Now."

I whimpered and got to my knees. It seemed like doing what he wants me to do is my best chance at surviving this.

"Please don't hurt me." I whispered.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't."

"I-I'll do anything. Please."

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He locked me in a bedroom. There was no one around and I couldn't get out. I sat on the floor in the corner, watching the door. 

I was so fucking stupid for this shit. I shouldn't be here right now. I fucked up. This isn't my battle. This isn't my life. I can't live like this. I shouldn't have involved myself. I had absolutely no business getting into this. 

The door opened and he entered the room. I watched as he locked it behind him. He turned to me and approached me slowly. 

"You have no idea what I wanna do to you..." He growled.

Before I had the chance to say anything, he grabbed me by my arm and pulled me to my feet. He held me between him and the wall, staring directly into my eyes. 

I opened my mouth to say something but he grabbed my chin. "Don't make a sound."

I swallowed hard. 

"I'm going to release you. You're going to walk across the hall and go in that room. You're going to strip and then go into the bathroom to your left. If you dare try anything, you'll regret it." He ordered. "I don't want to hear your voice. At all. I will hurt you. Understand?"

I nodded. 

He let go of my arm and moved out of the way. I kept my eyes on him as I stepped towards the door. I opened it and quickly moved across the hall. I pushed the door open and glanced behind me. He was still in the other room.

I closed the door and leaned against it for a moment. I can only imagine what he's going to do to me. It's been so long since I've been in a situation even similar to this. I don't want to do this again. I don't want to be held captive and forced to fuck again. I know that I have no chance of escape. He's too powerful. 

I slowly started doing what he told me to do. I took my shirt off and dropped it on the floor. I let out a shaky breath. I took my boots off, followed by my pants. I dropped them on the floor and slowly made my way over to the connected bathroom.

I stood in the bathrrom, not knowing what else to do. I didn't know how long he was gonna wait to come in for. I don't know what he's planning to do. I don't know what he wants. 

I stood there for a few minutes before I heard him come in. Once I saw him, I covered myself as best I could. I usually wouldn't have much of an issue with being naked; I mean, it's literally my job; but for some reason, I wasn't comfortable around him. 

He watched me for a moment before coming over to me. I jumped when he grabbed my ass. 

I bit my lip, trembling slightly as he moved his hands up and down my sides. "You belong to me now." 

"No-" 

He slapped me across the face. The force of the hit was so hard that it sent me to the floor. I held my hand over my face, panting softly. I pulled my hand away. My nose was dripping blood. I glanced up at him. 

"I told you not to make a fucking sound." He growled. 

He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me across the floor. He threw me against the wall and wrapped his hand around my throat. I reached up and tried to pull him away but he was too strong. 

He moved over to the shower, not letting go of me. He lifted me up and dropped me down on the shower floor. He reached over and turned it on. I gasped as the water came out burning hot, directly on my back. 

I coughed and gasped for air, trying to move out of the stream of water. 

He stepped into the shower behind me. He wrapped my hair around his fingers and pulled me up to my knees. 

"Everything was fine. But you just can't seem to follow simple rules, can you?" He asked. "Fucking skank."

He pulled me to my feet and shoved me up against the wall. He pressed his chest to my back. I could feel his breath on my neck. He pressed his lips to my skin. He grasped my wrists and bent my arms behind my back. He held them there as he moved his lips down my back. I wanted to run. I wanted to tell him to stop. I don't want this. He can't do this. 

He ran his other hand over my thigh, stopping and digging his nails into my skin. I whimpered softly. I hoped he wouldn't notice. I don't want him to hit me again. 

I gasped when he suddenly shoved two fingers inside of me. It took everything in me not to tell him to stop. I didn't want him to hurt me again. 

I rested my head against the wall, allowing myself to cry. 

I don't want this.

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xxLux