Warning: Rape, mental abuse, and a crazy hillbilly.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC Samantha and this really messed up plot.

Thunder exploded as the lightning crackled throughout the sky, lighting up the night in quick flashes. Heavy rain pelted down the rooftops of the citizens in Arlen, Texas and a lone car rolling through Rainey Street. The driver concerned about making it to her destination. When the engine finally died the woman inside grew frightened, from the increasing violent storm. Strong gusts of wind rocked her Chevy Malibu, startling her even further.

In a desperate attempt to hide from the angry weather, she threw open the blue car door and made a mad dash towards the nearest home, hoping that whoever lived there was home. Banging on the door until someone finally answered. A man appeared to be in his mid-forties, balding, fat, and strong body odor. He smiled warmly at the soaked, frightened woman, welcoming her in.

Shutting the door, the man, Bill Dauterive, ran excitedly into his bathroom, then rushing out with a bright blue towel in hand. He wrapped the large towel around the woman.

" Thank you." She said shivering.

" You're welcome, some weather we're having, my name's Bill." Bill introduced himself to the small woman.

" Samantha." She stretched out a hand for Bill to shake, instead surprising her by placing a kiss on her soft hand.

" A beautiful name!" He said while looking into her deep blue eyes.

" You're quite the gentleman." She said sarcastically.

Bill taking it as compliment grinned toothy.

The two stood there for a few moments before a light bulb went off in Bill's head. "Oh, uh let's get you out of those clothes. I have some clean dry ones you can wear."

Samantha beginning to protest when the air conditioner kicked on, blowing freezing air directly at her, changing her mind she nodded meekly.

"Okay be right back." Bill rushed to his bedroom and pulled a red satin night gown from when Lenore was with him. Walking back into his living room to see Samantha jumping up and down for some reason. "Why are you jumping?"

Samantha froze and stared at Bill blankly for a few seconds before flashing back into reality. " Sorry I do that when I get cold." She said smiling sheepishly.

"Okay, I found this." Bill handed her the gown, his heart fluttering.

Samantha took the night gown, scrutinizing it. "It's a little bit revealing don't you think?" She looked at Bill with an unreadable expression.

"It's all I could find." He said earnestly.

"O-oh okay, thanks...um where's the bathroom?" Samantha asked, anxious to get out of her wet clothes.

" Down the on the left sweetie."

Samantha jogged to the bathroom and shut the door, sighing in relief. The room was light blue with white shower curtains and a matching rug, bland really. Peeling off the wet items, she finished drying herself off with the towel. Thankfully her panties didn't get soaked like her pants and other garments, unfortunately her bra was dripping water. Sighing she slipped the skimpy night wear on, gazing at her reflection in the dirty mirror, more cleavage was shown than she was comfortable with, the gown reached just below the curve of her butt.
The thin material wasn't very warm either.

"Are you okay in there?" Bill called from the living room. "It's taking you a long time."

Startled Samantha slapped a hand across her chest from the mini panic attack she had. " I'm fine! Be out in a minute!" Wadding up her wet clothing she emerged from the narrow hallway.
"What would you like for me to do with my clothes?"

"I can throw them in the dryer for you." Bill grabbed the ball of clothes and walked off to the utility room.

Samantha's hands began to sweat, her heart rate higher than normal, senses on high alert. She studied the room, the walls were beige, with brown carpet, a dirty worn out blue couch in front of the window, a lone lamp on a small table in the corner next to the couch, then a small television.

Bill returning from the utility room, stopped and stared at the young blonde in his living room, in that sexy red night gown, her nipples poking through the thin fabric. His heart rate sped up and he felt the blood draining from his head. "You look amazing." He said in a daze.

"Thank you?" Samantha asked, confused by his compliment.
"How rude of me, have a seat." He gestured to the couch, then sat down himself, patting the spot next to him.

Samantha hesitantly sat on the end of the couch farthest away from Bill. Shivering as the air was still running. Bill pulled a small blanket from the corner she hadn't realized was there and draped it as best he could over her, all the while getting much closer. Cringing internally, Samantha did her best to remain calm and polite, after all this man went out of his way to help her out somewhat.

"So...do you have a boyfriend?" Bill asked her seemingly innocently.

"Nope."

"Oh, so you're married." Bill stated a little disappointed.

" No, what about you?" Samantha asked, interested.

" No, my wife Lenore left me seven years ago." Bill hung his head low; the pain never went away.

" Sorry to hear that." Samantha didn't pry any further not wanting to cause the man anymore pain it seemed. 'Though why hasn't he moved on? And why is the damn A/C running while it's forty degrees outside?!'

"It's okay, you can keep me company tonight." He beamed, making Samantha feel more than uncomfortable. "Do you have any kids?"

" Not yet, I want to find Mr. Right before the baby factory opens." Samantha looked at Bill, " Do you have any kids?" She asked.

Bill looked almost pained at the question making her regret asking. "No, I don't, Lenore didn't want kids." he stated glumly.

"That sucks, I hope you find the woman for you Mr. Bill."

"Just call me Bill." He blushed.

"Bill." She deadpanned.

After a few minutes of silence Bill looked sadly at Samantha, "So I guess you're leaving in the morning huh?"

" Yeah, though if you don't mind, I need to use your phone to call a tow, my engine just died on me all of a sudden and the weather is like a ball of angriness, bent on destroying stuff." She huffed and peeked behind herself to see bright flashes seep through the fading green curtains. "I hate storms."

"It'll be alright, you're safe inside."

"Yeah, thanks." She smiled at the man.

"Your welcome." He blushed again.

The power cut off as a bolt of lightning struck close by, causing Samantha to jump and ball up, pulling the cover over her head, shaking like a leaf. Bill scooted closer, wrapping a comforting arm around the frightened woman.

"Shhh, It's going to be alright." He whispered to her in hopes of calming her down. Slowing pulling the blanket off her head, to reveal tear streaks between flashes of lightning, melting Bill's heart, he pulled her into an unsuspected hug across his lap, a squeak of surprise escaping her full lips. Her face was crushed into his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, while her legs dangled of the couch. Samantha tried with all her might to free herself from Bill's grasp, but it was no use, giving up she laid there, unhappy about the situation. 'When was the last time this guy showered? Why is he hugging me? Maybe because I get scared of storms so easily? Regardless he's making me feel so damn uncomfortable...creeper like, whatever he's warm.' Samantha thought to herself.

Samantha eventually fell asleep in Bill's arms. Bill sat there for another two hours staring longingly at the young woman he held lovingly in his arms, if only she would stay. She wouldn't, the female species was repulsed by him, making him further depressed. An idea struck him, a wicked grin slid upon his face, he found his woman and he will be damned if he let her go.

Slowly rising up, he carried Samantha to his bed, setting her down gently. Then he went into his utility room to grab some rope. Returning to his room, glad to see Samantha still fast asleep. Gently raising her arms towards the headboard, he picked up a piece of rope, tying her wrists together, with a complex knot she couldn't easily untie it. Next was her feet, he tied her ankles together, wrapping the rope between her ankles so she couldn't slip out.

Satisfied with his work her cautiously laid in bed, careful not to wake her. Then pressing his body against her small warm frame, draping an arm over her waist, nuzzling the back of her head. His love will never run away from him.

The next morning Samantha woke from a loud snore behind her...real close behind her. 'What the hell?' In a failed attempt to get up, she noticed her hands and feet were bound together. Fear gripped her chest, panic rising. "Bill!" She screamed, breathing heavily.

"Huh?" Bill rose his head sleepily, then snapped fully awake. "Yes, my dear." He smiled, stroking her arm affectionately.

"What the fuck?!"

"I didn't want you to leave, then I'd be alone again. Don't worry I'll take real good care of you." He kissed the top of her head. "I'll give you all my love and you'll love me back eventually."

Anger burning the core of her "Why? I didn't do anything to you." Venom laced her voice.

" Oh, but you did. You've captured my heart." She squeezed her slightly.

"No wonder your wife left you." She spat.

"She just wasn't right for me, you are." He nuzzled her.

Disgusted she tried to jerk away from him, however she didn't budge, not from her bindings, Bill was holding her tightly. 'Man, this guy is stronger than he looks. How the fuck do I get out of this one?' She thought in misery.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He warned.

"Or what?!" She sneered.

" Just don't."

A half hour passed in silence, the storm still raging on outside. Bill's hand found itself on her mid thigh, causing her to tense up.

"It's alright, I'm going to take care of all your needs." Bill sighed happily.

"Are you a virgin?" His hand slid higher, snaking between her legs.

"Yes." She choked out. "Please don't...please." Tears poured from her eyes, her innocence is going to be stolen from her.

"Don't cry, I won't hurt you." Bill got up and walked around the small bed to face the woman, kneeling beside her, wiping away her tears with his thumb. However, it was in vain, more tears stained her face, an endless river of warm saline flowing from small ocean orbs. Bill stared into her eyes, closing his eyes he leaned closer to her face, then pressed his lips against hers, placing a shaking hand on her soft, pale cheek. She didn't respond to the kiss, doing her best to prevent his tongue from entering her mouth.

After what felt like forever Bill broke the kiss and smiled lovingly down at Samantha. "I'll go make us breakfast." With that he left the room.

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