Hey guys! Alison here. Sorry that this chapter is quite short, I just wanted to get this bit out of the way as quickly as possible. Thanks for the support so far, you don't know how much it means to me! Hope you guys enjoy this chapter! xx

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Chapter 3- Kenneth's Plan

As they reached Serena's room at the end of the upper hallway, she had almost gotten used to the cold, thin blade of the knife resting against her pale neck. She knew she had to appear strong to her father, but inside Serena had never been more terrified. What was going to happen to her? Would she ever be able to see her friends again? Maybe she would be dead by tomorrow, all used up in just one night. The thought made her throat tighten in fear, and she barely managed a final breath before Serena was being pushed into her own bedroom.

The room was in complete darkness, with magazines and clothes draped across the floor, apart from a few small candles placed strategically across the room to give it a warm feeling. Her lip curled into a snarl as she realized who had done this. Kenneth had obviously been planning this, down to every last little sick detail. He moved them towards her four-poster bed and forced her to sit down.

"Now," he said, the glee never leaving his face," I bought this lovely outfit for you to wear. We need to have you looking as ravishing as possible for your new master."

He eyed her almost hungrily, and she glared back at him in disgust.

"So if you behave now and listen to me, maybe I'll let you change on your own." He lent towards her and slowly ran the knife across her collarbone, making Serena flinch backwards.

"You fucking pervert." She spat, and his lip curled into a small grin.

"Now, now, Serena," he cooed, "is that really the way you want to respond, considering the situation?"

She stared back him at him in disdain, but fought to bite her lip. She knew this wasn't the time to fight Kenneth.

He smiled in success. "Now put this own, do your hair and tell me when you're done." He turned towards the door and stopped just before leaving.

"And don't even think about trying to escape. The windows have been covered in barbed wire, and I'll be right outside the door. I've also taken the liberty of removing any items that could be used to.." He paused, "hurt yourself."

Kenneth smirked one final time as he exited the room.

"I'll leave that up to your new master."

Serena froze in place as he shut the door. As much as she wanted to scream until her throat was hoarse, to cry her eyes out, she knew that strength was what she was really going to need from now on. Taking a deep breath in, she reached towards the bag that Kenneth had left behind and pulled out the dress inside. She held in her lap a red silk slip with a lace fringe, and a set of frilly black lingerie. Serena blanched at the thought of her father walking through a store picking these things out for her, trying to find something that would make another man find her appealing. She found it disgusting, but knew she didn't have any other choice but to put it on.

The lace of the underwear was cool and soft against her skin. She shivered in the cool evening air, and slipped into the dress, feeling incredibly naked in the outfit. It was held up by two thin straps and barely reached halfway down her thighs. Moving towards the vanity mirror by her desk, she re-did her usual meatball hairstyle and made up her face as little as she thought she could get away with. Serena wanted to seem as unattractive as she could, so she barely touched up her face and hoped that Kenneth wouldn't mention it. Finished, she sighed into the mirror and looked to her reflection for help.

What was she going to do?

A fist banging against the door brought her back into reality.

"Hey!" Kenneth shouted, "Are you done? Jesus…"

Serena took one last look at her reflection and tried to calmly walk towards the door.

Breathing in heavily, she managed to find enough of a voice to tell him she was done. Pushing the door open excitedly, Kenneth moved into the room, twirling his kitchen knife in glee, and stopped in his tracks when he saw her.

"Well, don't you look nice?" His eyes glinted with dark thoughts and Serena couldn't help but avoid his gaze as he looked her up and down.

"Do a little spin for me, won't you?"

Serena walked in a quick, tight circle, trying to give him the least satisfaction as possible. He chuckled and walked menacingly towards her.

"My. My. Haven't you grown up, Serena." He whispered, running his fingers down her arm and landing on her waist. She tried to push herself away from him, but he dropped the knife and used the other hand to grab her by the hips and pull Serena closer.

"Get away from me." She spat, but he just laughed in her face.

"Now, don't be like that. I'm sure your mysterious new owner won't mind if I have a little fun." He moved one of his hands down her back, and she flinched as he felt her up. Fighting against him, Serena finally managed to push him away.

"Screw you!" She yelled, kicking him in the crotch. He screamed in agony, and grabbed the knife lying on the ground.

"You little bitch!" He muttered through gritted teeth, crawling towards her in pain. Finally getting to his feet, Kenneth raised the blade into the air and suddenly stopped as the doorbell rang throughout the house.

Kenneth slowly lowered the knife, and that murderous rage was quickly replaced by his usual smug smirk.

"I guess it's time for you to go." He said as he grabbed Serena and dragged her downstairs to meet her new master. She froze up in fear, and silently wondered what kind of man would want to be part of such a horrible situation.

Hope you guys liked this chapter. I promise this is the last 'boring' one, and you get to meet Damien in the next chapter, so be excited! Please review, follow, and favourite! xx Alison