It soon grew to be early morning. And just as the sun began rising off in the clear distance, Claire groggily opened her eyes.

She lay there, blinking her eyes slowly as she dazed up at the ceiling. After pondering over whether this was reality or not—it seemed so bizarre once she re-thought it all—she finally concluded that it had to be real. That horrible, reptile-like man was real, and this very room was real. No matter how much she wished this was all just a nightmare of some sort, which would probably be her worst one to rate, she knew that was untrue. Everything that happened…was true.

She stretched a bit, only to wince shortly afterwards. Her muscles ached, her throat felt raw, her eyes felt puffy, and her body basically felt used and battered up, reminding Claire of a rag doll. Sunlight was breaking through the window to her right, and Claire held back the urge to lift and cover her eyes.

I feel like I've been beaten…with a bat.

Weakly, the young woman rolled to her side, burying her head in the grimy pillow that met her. The scent of blood and sweat met her nose, and she let out a dry sob as she clutched onto the blankets surrounding her, sobbing weakly into the innocent pillow.

I've just been raped more than once; I deserve to be fucking crying.

Her legs felt warm from all the dried blood layering them, and her hair was so tangled, probably from that man pulling on it. Her breasts were very tender, throbbing from how that man grabbed them. Claire crawled into the fetal position, her sobs quieting as she seemed to calm down. She allowed the addition tears to roll, seeping into the pillow's fabric as she finally wiped the hair from her eyes, throwing her hair back over her shoulder.

She sat up, shaking violently as she did so, her womanly part crying out in dire need of a bath. Claire cussed under her breath, glancing down to her horror, to see she was bare naked.

Her hands reached behind her to grab the blanket, wrapping it securely around her battered form. She quivered under the blanket's warmth, contemplating over what to do.

Should I try to escape? Is he still here—or did he just leave? Will he come back? I can't just run down the house with nothing but a blanket over me!

The tears stung in her eyes once more, and she pushed them back the best she could. The thought of seeing that man was overwhelming enough.

Think happy thoughts…think of Eve. Yeah! Think of how she's probably baking cookies or something…

The thought of her little sister only brought a lump in her throat. It was then that Claire realized just how much she loved her baby sister, the girl who she taught many life lessons to. Sure she was normally a big jerk to the little girl, but she still loved her dearly. God how she wished she could see her one last time….

That bastard John probably doesn't even know I'm gone…he's probably in Arizona now with his stupid family, drinking coffee.

Her face reddened in fury. Sure she actually felt a little guilty for turning down his proposal, but it was absolutely inhumane to dump someone—no matter who it was—on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere.

Good thing I didn't marry him, shows how much he loved me.

Suddenly, Claire nearly jumped out of her skin when a noise broke to her left, the side that was practically unseen to her. Thinking it was that man, Claire let out a gasp, jerking backwards to whirl around and see who it was.

It was that girl. The very same girl who came in the first place to see she was awake.

Their eyes met and Claire gaped openly at her, seeing the girl's face was covered in a red hood. She must be shy….

All that Claire could see, with the hood halfway over the girl's face, was her lips. She had extremely tanned skin, from living out here probably, and she looked extremely young. Claire couldn't help but feel that the girl didn't match this crazed environment. Perhaps she's with that crazy, mutated guy….

"Sad," The girl said softly, so softly, that Claire had to listen very closely to comprehend. "Why….sad?"

Claire just stared at her. "What?"

The girl shuffled her feet a bit, and it was then that Claire realized that the girl seemed to be very shy. Withdrawn, bashful. "Why….girl..sad?" Claire watched as the girl picked up hands, and to her shock, saw some of the fingers seemed glued together. So she is deformed as well.. The girl made a crying motion with her hands, tilting her head to the side as she stared up at Claire.

"It's nothing." Claire stuttered, something she rarely did. "I…I'm just a little, well…"

"Don't like it here?" The girl questioned, getting bolder by the second.

Your father or whatever, just raped me! Do you want me to feel happy?

"That stupid guy," Claire seethed, "whoever is he, just fricking touched me in ways I shouldn't allow anyone to touch. Well, only people I like."

"Don't like….L-Lizard?"

Claire stared down at her. "Lizard?"

The girl tucked something within the hood, most likely her hair, behind her ear. Claire couldn't help but stare at her deformed fingers, wondering how the girl did half the things she could even do with them. "Bro-th-er."

"He's your brother?" Claire scoffed. "He looks more like he could be your father."

"No…he not old…young." The girl persisted.

"How old are you?" Claire asked.

Suddenly, a noise erupted throughout the house. Claire, and surprisingly, the girl jumped from it. The girl turned to Claire, shaking visibly.

"I…go." She stuttered, trotting quickly from the room, her hood flapping behind her as she went.

Claire paled as she heard footsteps carry up the stairs outside the bedroom, and as a shadow crossed into the room, her eyes widened and her breath halted.

Oh no…

John woke up to the smell of waffles.

"Good morning!" His mother greeted him cheerfully, bending over to kiss him lightly on the cheek. He grumbled something, stretching for a moment before he stood up. "How did you sleep, honey?"

The man glared at the wall the entire time. He definitely didn't have good dreams—not at all.

They were all about Claire.

He shook the sad thought from his mind, wishing he could forget all about the woman he dearly loved, and smiled down at his mother, who was throwing most of his dirty clothes into the hamper that would soon go into the washer. "I slept fine."

"Your aunt has breakfast ready." She told him, heaving a huge pile into the hamper, which was stretching from all the piles in it. "Go eat, Son!"

The night before, John arrived in a sour mood, not even greeting anyone as he just went to bed. His mother was wondering why his girlfriend wasn't here, because he told her she was coming.

She eyed him suspiciously as he slid into a t-shirt. "Hey, I thought your girlfriend was coming."

"She's not my girlfriend anymore." Was her muffled response, his nose getting caught in his shirt as he tried shoving it down his head. His mother rolled her eyes, aiding him in doing his mission, easily sliding it down his slim form. He mumbled a thanks.

"What happened? She had an emergency?"

No, I just dumped her on the side of the road.

Guilt swelled in his chest. He frowned to himself, feeling horrible for what he did to her. Even though he was so angry at her for turning him down—which really bruised his ego—he knew that dumping her, literally, was utterly wrong, no matter just how harsh she was to him. For all he knew, she could be out in the desert starving.

He loved her. He loved her smile, the way her hair smelled so fresh and like honey, or the way her giggle sounded like little bells. But he hated her as well. Hated how she never truly loved him like he loved her, or hated how she only liked having sex, instead of doing anything romantic. Oh how he wished he could've changed her…

She's no longer my problem. Since we've broken up, she's on her own.

He sounded really selfish, but he didn't care. After bending over to do everything she wanted, he finally wanted to do something for him.

John struggled to even speak without his voice trembling. "I-I don't want to talk about it."

"Alright, honey. I'm so sorry." His mother hugged him in a motherly way, and he hugged her back. "Go get something to eat. I'm sure you two will solve this when you get back to Texas."

Claire was an amazing girl. But like every girl out in the world, she had her faults. Sure John liked how she always seemed interested in his body, but when it got overboard, he grew bored of that. He wanted something more. He wanted her to be with him, not just as two bodies—but as two souls. He loved her, and he wanted their souls to be together. But, apparently, she didn't want that.

But he did regret leaving her on the side of the road. That's something he would've never thought he could even do, no matter how dire the situation was.

Maybe he should go back for her….

"Go on," His mother interrupted his thoughts. "You'd better eat before they get cold."

"You're right." John hurried from the room, passing by the hallway he's always grown up in.

I need to stop worrying about her. For all I know, she's probably in a five stat hotel with a hot guy that gave her a ride. Yeah, that's probably what she's doing. She's probably happy she's rid of me trying to persuade her to get married. What I need to do, is find someone else. Forget about Claire.

Claire. The name that used to send warm feelings inside of him now made his face go pale, and tears to swell in his eyes.

He clenched his jaw, sitting down at the dinner table as he waited patiently for his aunt to serve him a plate of waffles. She was talking to him, but he muted her out.

For some odd reason, all he could think about was Claire. What was she doing? Did she find the gas station? What if she never found it?

His face paled again, and worry upset his stomach. What if she…died? Would that mean he was the one who killed her? Was he responsible?

He suddenly didn't feel like eating.

"Boy," His aunt announced, "you don't look so good. Look like you're gonna get sick or something. What's wrong?"

He looked up, seeing her worried face, and something made him relax.

Just forget about….Claire.

"Nothing. I'm fine."

"Cry fer me.." The reptile-like man sneered in Claire's face, while she struggled to hold back her tears as he was groping her breasts brutally. She winced, feeling bruises form under his cold-blooded skin, the tears stinging in her eyes, blurring her vision altogether. "Cry!"

"P-please!" Claire stammered, gritting her teeth as he leaned down to lick her nipple. Her body was trembling under his very touch, much to the man's delight.

"Pretty," He said in fascination, his other hand lowering back to Claire's butt. She gasped out loud, feeling him swat her lightly—although it sent tremors of goose bumps to go across her skin—and she jumped into his torso, away from his hand that was cupping her bottom.

He shook off the hat that was on his face, the hat falling silently off the bed as the man positioned himself between her legs. His hands clawed at her ankles, wrapping them steadily around his waist as his tongue lapped at her lips impatiently. Claire firmly kept her lips closed, her eyes tightly shut as she tried to keep silent, which wasn't what he wanted.

She was certainly in a dragon's lair at the moment.

"You say anythin'," He panted in her ear, lust obviously driving his frenzied state. Claire stilled as his finger began teasing her private folds. "This…is..your fault."

Claire knew he was right. She told him she'd do anything as long as he didn't kill her, so basically she could've been dead right now.

Maybe she would've been just too lucky to have avoided this. And luck never seemed to be on her side these days.

Just ask John.

He then began pounding his finger, not lightly, into her pussy. Claire cried out—not in pleasure—but in horror as he pumped her in a violent manner. Tears were now streaming down her face as he watched the expressions flickering in her eyes, enjoying the torture he was giving her.

She finally had the nerve to look back into his soulless eyes, "What are you?"

He never answered her. Her question seemed to encourage him to bring torture to her, and before she knew it, the man shoved her off the bed, her chin landing heavily as she fell on her stomach. Claire grunted from the sudden pain coursing through her mind, struggling weakly to even lift her head from the floorboards.

"Naughty…" The man said from on top of her, and Claire felt him crouch behind her. His hands grabbed a hold of her waist, picking her upwards as she buried her head into her hands.

"Stop it!" She protested, feeling his hands softly stroke her bottom. She bit nervously onto her lower lip as she felt him softly, almost tenderly, caress her bottom—in a manner that John himself would do.

What the hell is he doing?

A loud ringing sound echoed throughout the tiny room as a burning pain crossed the thick skin on her bottom, and Claire waited a few moments to finally yelp when he began swatting her bottom with his bare hands. He wasn't going easy on her, obviously because Claire began squirming, trying to wriggle forward as the pain began getting worse and worse, and her bottom couldn't escape the pain.

It just kept coming.

Claire had a feeling that if someone was standing even at the bottom of this house, or whatever it was, that they would be able to hear the man hitting her bottom. She felt her bottom was screaming, aching from the pain that was currently being delivered.

"Juice," The man said in a hoarse voice, and Claire nearly gagged when he shoved a finger in her hole from behind. She dug her nails into the floorboards, pursing her lips as she felt him finger-fuck her and slap her bottom.

You sick freak!

The inside of her was still extremely tender from the events that took place during the night, even when she was sleeping. So when his finger, without mercy, dug and wiggled inside of her, Claire felt as if he was stabbing his finger into her very skin. She kicked her feet helplessly as he laughed at her pain, his lips kissing her butt cheek as he delivered another blow to her innocent and poor bottom.

"LIZARD!"

A voice seemed to make the walls rattle, and as Claire finally realized that someone was screaming, and running up the stairs, the man behind her, paused, his hand gripping her butt cheek and his finger remaining inside of her as he turned to glare at the doorway.

Claire's face reddened deeply, seeing a woman throw open the door, her face livid. Claire tried to squirm away from Lizard, but he held her steadily in place.

"Lizard!" She yelled, glaring down at them. She was bold, and horribly obese. Claire shivered from the very sight of this huge woman furious.

If she body slammed me…I'd be dead.

"What're you doin?" The woman demanded, hands on hips. "I leave for a day and you have this!" She pointed to Claire, who was now trying to hide her head in her hands, dying from the humiliation of being seen in this kind of position.

Kill me now….let me hide under a rock.

Lizard only grunted as a response, obviously not liking how the woman was talking to him. Claire stiffened when he bit down on her butt cheek, causing her to yelp loudly, flailing powerlessly as he held her down.

"LIZARD STOP THIS NOW!" The woman snarled, coming forward to violently smack him on the head. Lizard, recovering swiftly from the harsh blow, growled and shoved Claire forward, coming to a standing position.

"Wha the fuck Mama!" He shouted back. Claire held back a cough of disgust when she heard him call her "Mama". "I busy!"

"I don't give a damn!" She screamed right back. "You can't just bring someone in here like this! We gotta eat, ya know!"

Claire heard what she said about eating, and froze. What the hell does she mean?

"She..use as breeder." Lizard told her gruffly, as if that was obvious. "She….tasty."

"We don't need no more breeders." The woman lowered her voice. "We just need something to eat."

Suddenly, the truth managed to click inside Claire's mind. She held back a mouthful of vomit as she realized that not only they were originally planning to kill her…

…they were planning to eat her.

A/N: Thank you all so much for the reviews! Seriously, I'm sooo happy by all the reviews I'm getting :)

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