Beca's POV

When Beca opens her eyes, she is confused, she doesn't understand what has happened, how she ended up here. Here being the floor of this cold, unfamiliar room. On the floor of a room which only holds two pieces a furniture, a rickety chair in the corner and a mattress situated on the ground a little to the left of her. When Beca tries to move towards the chair from her position on the floor she finds that she can't. Her hands are handcuffed together, while her feet are simply tied together with an old piece of rope. She struggles against her restraints for a couple of moments before the sound of a key scratching in a lock stops her. The door opens up and the ensuring light momentarily blinds her. She hears the door slam and then footsteps but by the time she has recovered her eyesight the figure is already crouching down next the her. She blinks up at them and as her eyes clear she realizes it is man and then when finally, she has a recognizable face the name spills from her lips in a startled gasp,

"Luke?"

She's trying to piece together the order of events that happened which in turn led to her being tied up in a room at the feet of her boss's but she gets nothing. Nothing other than the slam of a car door, the vague smell of takeaway food and then nothing.

Luke smiles at her as if she had just unveiled the secrets of the universe and when their eyes meet his smile widens despite the lack of warmth in her dark blue eyes. She lets her eyes drift over him evaluating the situation. Emotion is weakness, now more than anything.

"Becky" Luke reaches out as if to touch her shoulders and a look of hurt flashes across his face when she attempts to scramble away from him. "Are you okay Becky?" she lets out a burst of incredulous laughter at his audacity.

"Am I okay? Am I okay? No Luke I am not okay. I am the opposite of okay what the hell is going on?" She takes in another breath of air ready to continue before his hand connects to her check hard enough to make her fall back to the ground after having been able to maneuver herself into a sitting position.

"Let's get one thing clear Rebecca, you do not EVER speak to me like that again. Okay?" She forces herself to nod although the motion makes her check throb some more.

"Now let's try that again. Are you okay?"

"No" it's almost like Luke is shocked at this, as if he is confused as to why she wouldn't be okay being tied up on the floor.

"Well then Becky, can I get you anything?" She doesn't manage to cover up her surprise at that question fast enough to stop Luke from seeing it and smirking.

"Let me go" she says softly, timidly actually which is a word that hasn't been used to describe Beca Mitchell in a long time.

"What? Why?" his voice is sharp and hard and cuts through the air like a knife. His voice and the pure volume of it makes her flinch, her check still throbbing from its earlier encounter with his hand. Luke goes on making a conscious effort to soften the tone and lower the volume of his voice,

"Why would you want to leave Becky? We can finally be together. Away from that pestering girlfriend of yours" He stares at her, his gaze unwavering until she bites her lips and turns away, she falls silent and refuses to answer his question with the blindingly obvious answer. He eventually accepts defeat and leaves the room but not before picking Beca up and depositing her on the mattress. It is only when the door slams shut that Beca finally allows herself to break down.

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By the time Beca has been trapped in that room for around a week, she has learnt the rules.

Do not speak unless spoken to

Do not ask questions

Do not argue when he insults Aubrey

Do not mention Aubrey

Eat all the food he gives

And never ever, ever say NO.

Sometimes she thinks about her old life. She thinks about the Bella's, she thinks about Chloe but mostly she thinks about Aubrey, Aubrey her girlfriend. She thinks about their first kiss the day she returned to the Bellas, she thinks of date nights, she thinks about cuddling up on the couch, she thinks of Aubrey.

Beca is tied up even more now than previously due to the fact that on the second day she was there she had tried to look around the room. She's trapped in a shed like structure with metal walls and a concreate floor. Unfortunately, Luke had decided that she was being to curious and attached a chain to her handcuffs which he then attached to a hook on the wall. He did the same with her legs. Attached a rope to her tied up legs and attached that rope to wall. No she can't even sit up.

She hears the scratching of a key before the door once again swings open. Luke steps back into the room with a smile. She closes her eyes knowing what was coming. She can hear his footsteps as he crosses the room before coming to rest on the mattress next to her. She can hear his breath and sense his presence and it evokes a heart pounding, primal terror in her. Before his hand cups her chin

"Open your eyes for me Becky, sweetheart" She doesn't want to look into his green eyes and see the complete lack of compassion or guilt in them. But she knows what will happen to her if she disobeys him and that is something she would do anything to avoid. So instead she lets her eyes flicker open. She lets him win, once again.

"That's my girl, that's my Becky" He smiles at her, while the coldness in his eyes betrays both his words and his facial expressions. He lets his hand drift down her body until it comes to a stop on her chest. On her heart. Then he tilts his head and remarks as always

"Your heart is going a mile a minute sweetheart. Are you okay?" and like always she answers with a shake of her head while biting back tears. She refuses to let him see how scared she is. She has the feeling that would only inspire him even more.

"Let me help you, sweetheart" he says before reaching for his backpack. The same backpack that was always carelessly chucked in the corner of the radio station booth whenever he went in. The same backpack that he always had on himself whenever he came in to see her.

"No" Beca tries to protest weakly when she sees what he as removed from the bag. She can't stop the tears, they spill down her cheeks and she is helpless to stop them, helpless to stop what is going to happen.

"Please, Luke, I don't want-"

"Shh. Becky it'll be okay" she feels a slight pinprick on her arm before her surroundings begin to get blurry and fuzzy. She is still terrified, make no mistake about that but it's more like she is just observing the events from the outside. She can feel him rubbing her shoulder with none of the Aubrey's gentleness. But at the same time she doesn't, it's like it's not really hers. Her body doesn't belong to her anymore. He hadn't given her enough of the drug to knock her out though. That would take away the fun. He just wanted her to be more…docile.

"Please don't, please Luke" are the last words she manages to mumble before the drug completely kicks in and she can barely keep her eyes open let alone fight him off. His hand slides down her thigh and gives it a squeeze. She wants to push him off, she wants to yell, to scream but she has no energy. He grins, knowing that she is powerless

"That's my girl, that's my Becky" he says again, before leaning in to kiss her.

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The first time Beca saw Aubrey it was like the heavens had opened and a voice from the sky had said this is it. This is the one. This is who you are meant to be with. This is your other half, your soulmate. All of which sounds horribly dramatic but it was like that. Now though Beca is convinced that she must have been slightly out of it at the time. Either that or the voice from the sky didn't realise just how annoying Aubrey was. Like seriously they were an acapella group how many times did they realistically have to run up the same set of stairs. According to Beca that total was far less than what Aubrey said the total was. But no matter how many times Beca had a verbal sparring match with Aubrey. No matter how many times she went back to her dorm and wanted to scream at just how infuriating Aubrey was she couldn't seem to get the message to her heart that there wasn't a reason to skip a beat whenever Aubrey smiled.

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Beca had no choice but to learn how to cope, how to survive in this new world, albite a small one. Luke would visit her every day, sometimes multiple times. He would bring food in the mornings. Barely enough to hold her an hour much less the 24hrs he intended. When Luke came at night though it was for a different reason. Sometimes he would use her. He had used her in so many ways she was starting to lose count. But what she hated even more was the nights when he would sit in the rickety chair or on the mattress next to her and talk like nothing was wrong.

One night he comes into the room in a foul mood, and she flinches, knowing he will take it out on her. He sits down on the end of the bed, rests his head in his hands, and lets out an angry sigh. If they were friends, as he seems to believe they are, she would ask what's wrong. But the only reason she would want to know what's wrong would be so that she could make sure it kept happening.

He sighs again, and then he looks up. His face lights up when he sees her, as always; he looks at her like she's a garden of flowers, and he takes delight in their beauty despite the fact he knows he's going to crush them.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he says. "I don't want to get you all upset. I've just had a tough day at work. Your friend, Jesse has been driving me crazy" She doesn't even glance at him. Unless he directly commands it, she avoids all eye contact. She pushes herself closer to the wall and curls into as much of a ball as her chains permit.

"I feel better now," he goes on. "Do you know why that is?"

A shiver runs through her. She knows where this is going; they've danced this dance before, him leading and her reluctantly following. But she feels like she's out of time to the music, out of synch with life.

"Rebecca, I asked you a question."

His voice is steady but it holds a hidden warning. She has a myriad of scars on her back courtesy of another time his voice sounded just like it did right now. She doesn't want to risk it today so mumbles into her knees the words that she knew he wanted.

"Because I'm with you."

"That's is correct Becky." He reaches out to stroke her hair ignoring her flinch. "And tell me Becky why does that make me happy?"

She licks her dry lips, burying her face further into her knees. Then she forces herself to look up at him, anger rising up in her at the sight of his smug smile.

"Because I'm your girl," she says softly, too weak to fight.

"That's right." He keeps stroking her hair, like it's the most natural thing in the world. She knows that he is telling the truth no matter what happens, no matter where she is, free or captive she will always belong to him.

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The next time he's in a foul mood it doesn't go as smoothly. He comes into the room with a slam of the door already starting off on a tangent.

"I saw Aubrey today; you know the nerve of that girl acting like she really loved you. As if, no one loves you like I love you. No one else will ever love you. She said it's been 41 days since you were kidnapped. I didn't kidnap you. I saved you. I saved you from that tedious life, from her." Luke takes a pause to gather his breath before continuing in a calmer voice

"I can't believe it's been 41 days, feels like only yesterday"

"Like what was only yesterday?" She's not sure what it is maybe it's the way he was talking about Aubrey while refusing to even let her mention her name, but something about his demeanor today irks her.

"When you drugged me, kidnapped me and started raping me?"

"You should be grateful, there are people out there who are a lot worse off."

"I doubt it."

As soon as she says it, she knows she's gone too far. Luke's eyes get darker, clouding over with fury. He bends down, and she thinks he's going to hit her. But instead he takes off her handcuffs. This is the first time they've come off in those forty-one days.

"Get up," he commands.

She's too shocked to move; he gives her a second, and then he grabs her arm and yanks her so roughly to her feet that she knows that she's going to have bruises tomorrow. She lets out a little squeak, which prompts him to push her up against the wall. He leans in to her, close enough for her to his smell breath.

"Do you know what I could do to you?" he growls.

"Luke -"

"I have been good to you. I've given you food and water, a place to sleep. I've shown you how much I love you. Is that not enough for you?"

His eyes are wild now, and though she meets his gaze, she feels like he's looking right through her. He's half-crazed, seemingly not aware of what he's saying. She tries to push him off, but every time she does he just shoves her back against the wall.

"You are lucky to be mine, Rebecca," he snarls.

He slams her against the wall again, and that action breaks her. She dissolves into tears, barely able to hold herself upright as terror overwhelms her.

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"Aubrey?"

"Yes Beca?" there wasn't any menace in Aubrey's voice but she was obstinately facing away from Beca, reshuffling some papers and refusing to look in Beca's direction.

"I know I said this earlier but uh I just thought maybe I should possibly say it again. To you? To your face?" at this Aubrey finally turns around to face Beca

"What is it Beca?" once again there is no anger in her voice but it is defiantly harder than it would be at say Chloe.

"I really am sorry you know for doing what I did at Semi's I really was trying to help but I get that uh it wasn't the right thing to do. I don't know I just um wanted you to know that it wasn't on purpose. I uh wasn't trying to purposely hurt you guys, hurt you and I'm sorry" To be honest Beca is actually quite surprised at the beaming smile that this statement gets her from Aubrey.

"It's okay Beca really. All is forgiven"

"Right okay that is great um I was also wondering if you may potentially and only if you want to like you don't have to like you don't have to feel any obligation to do so, you know you probably won't even want so I don't know-"

"Beca."

"Right sorry rambling. I was wondering if you Aubrey would maybe want to get a coffee? With me? Sometime?"

"Like a date?"

"Yeah um like a date"

"I would love to Beca"

"Really?" Beca couldn't quite mask the shock in her voice which was mixed with copious amounts of happiness.

"Really. How about after the pool today?"

"Yeah sounds good. I'll see you later then?"

"See you later Beca."

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The first time she finds out useful information she has been there for around sixty-five days. Of course this according to her slightly skewed count. She doesn't have the most accurate of counts due to days she spent unconscious. It's happens on a night that she's more agitated than she's been for a while. Maybe it's because it's been sixty-five days or maybe it's due the fact that she has sleeping less and less as the days progressed. Either way she wasn't in the right mind frame to deal with Luke, not that she ever was. So when Luke looks like he is going to touch her she snaps,

"Leave me alone Luke" and for a minute it looks like he might actually do that but her hope is diminished when he shakes his head.

"You don't want that"

"Yeah I do." Anger flashes across his face for a second before he replies

"Well you can't do anything about it. If I want to touch you I can touch you. I can do whatever I want"

"I can scream" it's like she shot him. Panic flashes across his face and his eyes widen in alarm before he responds.

"Rebecca be quiet."

"Oh, you want me to be quiet?" There's a challenge in her eyes and a threat in her voice. She is too tired and too impatient to care about anything, even her own safety. She takes a deep breath, which is just enough time for Luke to work out what she's going to do, but not long enough for him to stop her.

Then she starts screaming.

Luke loses it, like really properly loses it. He lunges at her. Knocks her to the ground and shoves a cloth in her mouth and gagging her so hard she struggles to breath. He starts kicking her all over before progressing on to worse things.

Hours later after he's gone and darkness has fallen, she realizes that something good came out of this horrible day. She learnt something. He needs her to be quite. If he needs her to be quiet, it's because there's someone nearby who might hear her.

And if they can hear, maybe they can help.

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She's more of a prisoner than ever. For a week after the screaming incident he won't even look at her though didn't really stop him from doing other things. He does stop coming by so often which she is grateful for but spending so long on her own is surprisingly tiring. She gets stuck in her own head a lot. Thinking about the Bella's, thinking about Aubrey. Thinking about how they are all better off without her. That they wouldn't want her now anyway. So to distract herself she makes mixes in her head, she sings, she even talks to herself not that she's that interesting. She begins to shrink into herself. And Luke begins to trust her.

He thinks he's broken her. He thinks he's won. He's wrong. She still has some spirit left. It's small and hidden under layers and layers of fear but it's still there.

Three weeks after the screaming incident he removes the gag. Two months after that he removes her handcuffs. A month after that her removes her leg bindings. By the time she has lost all restraints she is physically too weak to do anything but cower in corner not that she even bothers with that anymore. If he wants her, he will have her.

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The day that everything changes is the day that Luke brings her a new change of clothes. It's been a year and this is the first time he brings her new clothes. She doesn't even mind his eyes watching her change. Eyes gliding up and down her body. Let him have what's left of her.

When he pulls her onto the bed to have his way with her, she feels it. A cell phone in his pocket. She slides it out softly somehow managing to do it without him noticing. Then she has to wait. Today he wants to savor the moment. She hates it, but she knows better than to anger him, so she lies back and thinks of something else. When he's finished she slides out from under him and crouches down beside the pile of clothes, both his and hers. She quickly dresses in her new clothes, but picks up her old shirt.

"What are you doing?" he asks, rolling onto his side and propping himself up on an elbow to look at her.

She straightens immediately, clutching her shirt to her chest, and turns to him. "I just… do you mind if I keep this?"

He narrows his eyes slightly, the tiniest bit suspicious, and she does her best to give him a smile. That seems to be enough to assuage his fears, because he offers her a smile in return and says, "Of course, love."

She watches while he gets dressed – which he does very slowly, as if expecting her to be admiring his physique – and then waits until he has departed before she unrolls the shirt and pulls out the cell she'd hidden there. With quick, nervous glances at the door, she flips it open and dials 911.

To her utter relief the cell has reception, and somebody picks up almost immediately.

"911, what's your emergency?"

AN: So last time I published a story on here I said I was working on a fic about Beca and Aubrey meeting again after a breakup after Semi's. Yeah that one is still one of my WIPs but then I got the idea for this one and I loved it so much more so I've been working on this one instead. I have a couple of chapters written ahead that I still need to edit and stuff. I can't promise a steady updating schedule but I won't be abandoning this one. Anyway come bug me at my Tumblr which is .com

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