Chapter 8: Captive

Buffy peered out the window cautiously. She could see no other houses which meant this room faced east. She knew that behind Angelus' house were several acres of foliage then a lake. She knew she had less then a one percent chance that she would ever see anyone down there that she could alert to her situation. Buffy picked up the note that Angelus had left for her and shuddered at its instructions. He wanted her ready for him when he came to visit. He wanted her to be willing and compliant. She longed to fight him until the end, however the part of her that hoped he would release her stopped her from doing so. Reluctantly she showered and dried her hair then slipped the sheer white baby doll negligee on and waited. She waited on the edge of the bed nervously fidgeting with her hands. She held her breath as she heard heavy footsteps approach the door. She watched as the door knob turned and in entered Angelus. She finally allowed herself to breathe when she saw that Angelus was smiling. He was happy and that mean he wouldn't be hitting her. Angelus quickly locked the door behind him then sat a bag on the table in the room. He sat down next to Buffy on the bed and kissed her deeply. Buffy fought the urge to bite him. She fought the urge to fight him off of her. She knew she was no match for him and she had no hope of escape. Angelus traced his finger lightly up her thigh, "You're such a good girl Buffy I'll have to reward you." Buffy tensed at his words, but tried to remain calm. "First lets feed you, I got you a chicken salad sandwich, an apple, and for dessert your favorite double chocolate brownie," he told her as he pulled the items from the bag and motioned for her to sit down at the table. He pulled a bottle of water from the fridge and sat it in front of her. Buffy smiled weakly and reached for the sandwich. Angelus pulled the sandwich away, "Not so fast I think somebody has forgotten their manners." Buffy looked up at him panic stricken, "Sorry I'm starved thank you." Buffy hated thanking him, but she really was starving he hadn't really fed her breakfast. She had scrounged around and found a yogurt in the fridge and that was it.

Buffy ate as slowly as possible trying to delay the inevitable. Finally she finished and Angelus stood up motioning her towards the bed. "You look gorgeous Buffy," he said as she walked towards the bed. Normally Buffy would have blushed, but not under these circumstances. "Angelus?," she questioned unsure if she should speak. Angelus shook his head and looked at her with his eyebrows raised. He pulled her down on the bed next to him and waited for her to speak. "I'm sorry I upset you. Can we please stop this and just return to our normal lives?," she asked. Angelus seemed to contemplate her request before speaking. "If I let you out you'll stay with me? You won't leave you won't be mad at me?," he asked her. Buffy shook her head no, "I won't leave I promise. I promise I'm not mad," she lied. Angelus face shifted into an evil smile. "Are you lying Buffy?," he asked her. Buffy shook her head no and tried to scramble across the bed from him. He was angry with her she should never had said anything. "I promise. Just give me a chance please?," she begged him. Angelus pushed her down on the bed then straddled her. "I don't like liars Buffy," he said as he pushed her nightie up and unceremoniously pushed his hard cock inside her. Buffy yelped in pain and tried to push him off of her, "Please stop your hurting me." Angelus thrust into her harder at her pleas. She was dry as a bone and she felt like he was ripping her apart. She sobbed loudly as he continued to thrust into her deeply. Finally he felt a little moisture leak from her dry opening. He reached down and rubbed her clit roughly. Buffy screamed, "No! Please stop." She could feel the beginnings of pleasure mixed in with the pain he was causing her. She was disgusted with herself. How could she be enjoying this even a little bit. Angelus felt her begin to contract and then he felt as a wave of pleasure hit her causing him to spill inside of her. "You like it rough don't you Buff?," Angelus asked as he pulled out of her and got up. "Be ready tonight at five, I'm going to teach you how to use that pretty little mouth of yours for something other then lying," Angelus said cruelly as he left her sobbing form rocking on the bed.

Buffy nervously paced the room as the clock neared closer to five. She was scared out of her mind. She had never given a blow job and she didn't want to be forced to. Angelus unlocked the door and watched as the blonde nervously paced back and forth. Buffy jumped as she heard the door shut. Angelus stood there watching a nude Buffy stare at him in shock. She immediately rushed to him and fell to her knees. "I'm sorry Angelus please don't make me… use… my… mo-mou-mouth. Please I'm not ready yet," she cried as she begged him for mercy. Angelus eyes softened at what he had reduced his vibrant love to. He reached down and helped her up then pulled his shirt off and pulled it down over her naked sobbing form. He pulled her into his arms and held for several minutes, "Shhhh baby don't cry anymore. I'm sorry I was just trying to scare you. I won't make you do that baby." Buffy relaxed a little in his arms and let him pick her up and carry her to the bed. He gently caressed her and held her for a long time. Soon Buffy was fast asleep and Angelus lay there watching her. He didn't understand how she was able to make him so angry so easily, yet soften his heart just as easy. He loved her, of that he was sure. Angelus needed to work on controlling his anger and punishing her only when he absolutely needed to. He didn't want to punish her with such violence either. Perhaps she would respond to spankings better then beatings. He would love to see her ass marred with his hand prints. Her ass would be better then her face.

Buffy awoke the next morning to her stomach growling. She had only received one meal yesterday and she was starving. She rolled over and stared at the sleeping form of her captor. She could get the key off of him she thought, but no she didn't know where he kept it. The key could be in any of his pockets or he could be wearing it. She couldn't risk it not yet. She would need to pay more attention him when he came in and out of the room. Buffy cautiously arose from the bed careful not to wake him and opened the fridge. There were some yogurts, string cheese, and water. Buffy pulled a yogurt out and quickly ate it. Her stomach seemed to protest more at the empty promise of food. She stared at Angelus wondering if she should wake him. Wondering that if she woke him would he be angry with her. After several long minutes Buffy couldn't take it anymore. Her stomach was urging her on so she gently sat on the bed next to Angelus. "Angelus?," she whispered gently as she prodded him awake. Angelus eyes flew open and smiled at his beauty waking him. "Morning lover," he said as he snaked his hand through her hair and pulled her into a kiss. Buffy didn't protest she just wanted to eat and didn't want to cause any problems. Angelus let her go with a frown as he heard her stomach gurgle in hunger. "Hungry love?," he asked as he stood up from the bed. Buffy shook her head yes, "I'm sorry to wake you, but there was only yogurt." Angelus smiled at Buffy and grabbed her hand, "Promise you'll be good and I'll take you down stairs and we can make breakfast together." Buffy eagerly shook her head yes and took his hand in hers and followed him towards the door. Buffy watched as he pulled the key from his left pocket and pushed it into the lock.

Joyce was frantic when she arrived home finding a letter from her eldest daughter. The letter confessed that Buffy was stressed out and needed some time to herself. Buffy explained that she didn't know how long she would be gone, but that she would return and that she loved both her mother and her sister. Joyce immediately called Angelus who said he had received a similar letter. He detailed a fictitious fight that she and Angelus had had. He blamed himself tearfully for her disappearance. Joyce then called Willow, but Willow had not yet been back to the dorms and promised she would call Joyce as soon as she arrived. Willow walked up the steps to her room and unlocked the door. Her heart sank as she saw a letter sitting on her bed along with Buffy's drawers open and things strewn about the room. She picked the letter up and read it quickly. Something about the letter didn't seem right. She reread the letter over and over again and knew these weren't the words of her best friend Buffy Summers. She called Joyce and told her that she had received a similar letter and would keep her ears out for news of Buffy. Willow walked out into the dorm hallway and stopped her neighbor. "Have you seen Buffy?," she asked hopefully. The perky blonde shook her head no, "No, but her delectable boyfriend was here earlier. He left carrying a bag." Willow smiled at the girl the gears in her head already beginning to work overtime. Now she knew something wasn't right. Buffy quickly dialed Xander's house, but Cordelia answered. While Willow was kind to Cordelia she really didn't like her much. "Hi Cordelia," Willow said almost frantically, "is Xander there?" Cordelia picked up the phone and to her chagrin it was Willow. Cordy was a little alarmed at the way Willow was talking. "No he's not here, but is everything alright?," she asked the red head. Willow shook her head no sadly, "No something is wrong. It's Buffy she left us all these letters saying she just need time to herself, but something is not right. Angelus has something to do with this." Cordelia battled within herself whether or not to Willow about Angelus. Finally making her decision, "Willow can you come here? I have something I need to tell you." Willow told her she would be right over.

Buffy was sitting at the kitchen island. Angelus had his back turned towards her. She could just bolt right towards the door. She could make it, but what if he had the door locked from the inside now. Knowing Angelus he would make sure she couldn't escape. He wouldn't be so trusting as the let her be so unguarded. She had to try she thought to herself. What harm would come of trying? If she failed Angelus would hurt her again, but she could deal with pain. She didn't know if she could deal with not trying. Slowly Buffy twisted around in her seat watching Angelus the whole time. She started to step down on the ground, but Angelus turned around with the frying pan, "Where are you going?" Thinking on her toes, "Sorry I have to go to the bathroom." Angelus slapped the French toast down on her plate, "Go ahead." Buffy quickly got up from her seat and scurried to the bathroom. When she opened the door she thought about fleeing toward the front entry way, but she knew Angelus would be expecting that. She dutifully returned to the kitchen hoping it would alleviate Angelus' fears that she wanted to escape at all. Angelus smiled as she entered the kitchen and sat down and began to eat her meal. After they had finished eating Angelus was going to take Buffy back upstairs, but she stopped him. "Let me do the dishes for you," she offered. Angelus stared at her looking for any malicious intent. "Alright I need to check something in my study I'll be out in a few minutes," Angelus said walking away. Angelus walked towards the back of the house watching Buffy turn and begin to wash the dishes. He then walked up the stairs quietly and waited for her to make her move. He was not foolish, he knew she would make her move. He was poised ready to strike as soon as she entered the foyer. Buffy sat the last dish in the drainer then dried her hands. She stood there nervously fidgeting with her hands. She battled within herself of whether or not to run. Finally she made her decision.