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Chapter 1

"Please someone help me!" Blair screamed. She gripped the bars so tightly her knuckles turned ghosted white. She was starting to lose her voice from all of her screaming and she had lost all since of time. The last thing she remembered was walking to class, but now when she woke up she was laying on a cold stone ground in the middle of what seemed like a prison cell. There was a bucket in the corner but besides that there was nothing else but cold iron bars with a huge lock sealing the bars shut. Outside of the bars that kept her locked in wasn't much. There was only a little walk way that led to a staircase leading up to a door. It was dark, but her eyes had adjusted enough for her to make out that there wasn't very much to see. She finally let go of the bars and crept to the far corner and sat down shaking. After some time, she heard the doorknob turning. Her body tensed and she wrapped her arms around her legs and brought her knees to her chest. Her heart felt as though it was going to rip through her chest but she knew she had to stay strong.

I am Blair Waldorf. I do not take anything from anyone. I will survive this. She kept repeating over and over in her head.

A male figure started down the stairs. He looked about six foot tall and had a muscular build. When she looked at his face a little bit of her memory fell back into place. She remembered seeing him as she walked across campus. He looked late twenties and seemed a little out of place. His clothes were wrinkled and he had a sort of crazy look in his eyes. Blair tensed when she saw him because it was late and there really wasn't anyone else around. That was all she could remember. She couldn't remember what he did to her or how she got here. She wasn't even sure how much time had passed between that moment and now. She now cursed herself for staying late in the library to make up for an assignment. She shouldn't have even gotten an F in the first place, but she had been spending so much time with Dan lately that she forgot all about the assignment. After making up a sob story and begging the professor he let her have an extension.

The man slowly approached the call door and Blair stayed in the corner shaking uncontrollably.

At least I'm alive. He would have killed me already if he was planning on it...right?

"Take off your clothes" The man grunted as he fumbled around with a ring of keys, looking for the right one. Blair completely froze, she wasn't even shaking anymore. It had never occurred to her what his motives might be since they didn't seem to be cold blooded murder.

Rape…

The thought entered her mind with such a blow she wished he would have just killed her when he first met her. Nothing could be worse than what she was about to encounter.

"I said take your clothes off," Blair looked straight in his eyes and tightened her grip around her knees.

"No," she said strongly. He put the key in the lock and it snapped open. Blair thought about running, but she knew it would have been pointless; it was so small in there that she would have ended up just running straight into him.

He walked over to her and before she had time to do anything he grabbed her wrists so tightly they felt like they were breaking. He grabbed her by the waist and threw her against the wall. She screamed and tried to push him away, but he was too strong. He punched her twice in the face and then once in the gut, but she didn't make it easy for him. She screamed and cried louder than she thought possible, but no one came. He started putting his mouth all over her and his breath smelled of alcohol. She twisted and fought, but there was nothing she could do. He pulled down her skirt and panties and pulled off his pants. He threw her harder against the wall and she hit her head, not hard enough to lose consciousness but she did become dizzy. He threw her on the ground so she fell on her hands and knees and then forced himself inside of her. He grabbed her hair and forced her to look back at him as he went in and out. She refused to make eye contact. She just kept crying.

After what felt like hours, he was finished. He threw her worn body to the ground and then pulled up his pants. He locked the cell door and then went up the stairs, leaving Blair's battered and broken body lying on the floor, unable to move.