Title: The Most Dangerous Game
Author: Shelby
Summary: "You have nothing I'm willing to play for," Chuck scoffed. "I think you'll change your mind once you see that I already have the prize worth winning, Nephew," Jack smirked. "Allow me to introduce you to my wife, Blair Bass." Chuck/Blair/Jack
A/N: Well thank you for all the reviews. I'm going to go ahead and say that I'm working on review replies, but I have two weeks left of school and tons of finals. So you can probably expect slow updates. I hope you'll stay with the story though. Pretty please ;)
Blair's Nightgown:
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Blair was deadly silent as she scrubbed her skin raw in the shower. The red, blotchy marks were bound to appear once she got out, but she didn't care. The nightmares never left her alone. She hadn't gotten a decent night of sleep since she met Blaise. How she hated that name now. Even when she just thought about it, she cringed.
"What are you doing, Blair?" she whispered to herself. It was barely audible, not even loud enough to win over the volume of the shower water that hit the floor. Her hands slowed down and she ran them through her hair. When she reached for what she expected to be some second-rate hotel shampoo and conditioner, her breathing stopped.
Someone had bought and neatly placed her hair products she had worn since the second grade on the shower shelf. Her hands touched the label. It could not have been courtesy of the hotel. It was too rare of a brand. It was Alterna Ten and at the cheapest retailed sixty dollars per eight-ounce bottle. Even the Waldorf Astoria didn't want to please their guest to that extent.
"I always fancied the way it made your hair smell."
Blair gasped and spun around. She instantly went to cover her body, but had nothing to do it with, but her hands. Chuck leaned in the doorway of the bathroom, thankfully clothed. But she wasn't. Her eyes narrowed to a glare and she pursed her lips. An attack on him verbally was inevitable. Or so she thought. Her lips parted.
"Don't get worked up. The glass is completely fogged. Alas, I can't see anything," Chuck sighed. His eyes then fell from hers into the crystal glass he held. The amber liquid shimmered in the dimly lit bathroom light as his hand swirled it around.
She rolled her eyes and turned back around. Her hands massaged the shampoo into her mahogany colored curls. Deep in concentration with the task, she did not notice the way his nostrils flared as the sweet, intoxicating smell filled the room. "A tad bit early to be drinking, don't you think?" Blair murmured.
He chuckled, but it sounded only half-hearted. With one more sip, he finished off the drink and set the empty glass on the bathroom counter. Then he sat down on the closed toilet seat. From the corner of his eye he did not miss how her body stiffened at him coming closer. But he pretended not to notice and carried on. "Not to spoil your insult, Wal- Blair, but it is nearly midnight. You were asleep for hours, even if it was under less than acceptable conditions." A dark shadow of concern overcame his features.
Her head turned away from him the moment she saw it. She was good at pretending too, better even. Then suddenly her eyes widened. It was nearly midnight. She had been gone for hours. Chuck obviously never called Jack. He was going to be furious. Her hands quickly washed out the conditioner and she shot off the water.
"Give me a towel. Hurry, Bass!" Blair urged. She did not even want to waist her time with calling him on it. The sooner she got back to her husband, the less time he'd have for his anger to grow.
Chuck scowled at her decision to ruin their moment. It was a strange one nonetheless, but it was a moment either way. "First, tell me what's your hurry," he ordered. His body rose and he stood in front of the door, arms crossed. She'd have to come out naked to get past him. Not that he'd mind.
"My hurry? Well you should know. You didn't call Jack. You kept me here against my will! Now he's looking for me and- Wait. Why hasn't my phone rung?" Her eyes looked to him through the glass with suspicion.
He smirked, "Because you won't get it back until you leave, which won't be tonight. See, I want answers and since your husband has done everything in his power to keep them from me, I'm going to keep you here instead. Oh and just so you know up front, the kidnapping movies where the victim decides to seduce her captor, those are my favorite." His ebony colored eyes sparkled the same heinous way they used to.
Her mouth fell open and she stared at him in utter shock. She knew that she'd flip in a moment, but the tidal wave of rage hadn't crashed yet.
It was the exact reaction he wanted. Well there was another one where they had hot shower sex, but that was more so a fantasy under their current condition. He took a towel off the rack and opened the door. His eyes stayed with hers, although they burned to wander. "Here you are-"
"You Basstard!" Blair screamed. She flew at him with full force, all realization of her being completely nude temporarily gone. Her body, even though very small, tackled him to the ground since he did not expect the attack. Her tiny fists began to beat into his chest. "You're going to drive him mad! Do you have any idea what this could do to my marriage?!"
That did it. Chuck felt the thin line between amusement and outrage snap. He flipped her body underneath him and held her down with all his force. She fell still. Her eyes stared at him, terrified, but he didn't notice it.
"Do you not realize that is exactly my intention? You wanted to play this game then we're going to play, but it's my turn to call the shots now. If Jack wants you back then he'll have to find out where you are and then make it past the nice, big security men I hired to guard the door. You're not leaving, Blair, until I let you go. You said I was a monster and now you have one," Chuck seethed. He waited for her enraged response or an attempt to kick him in his groin, but something he never expected happened instead.
The moment Blair realized she was naked again and that a man had her pinned on her back, her body started to tremble. It didn't matter that it was Chuck on top of her. It could have been Dan Humphrey and her reaction would have been the same. "Ge-get off of-of me," she stuttered.
His brow furrowed in confusion. He moved up some and touched her cheek with his hand. What was wrong with her? Firs the anxiety attack, then the nightmare, and now she was scared of him? "Blair?" he asked with hesitation.
"I said get off of me!" Blair screamed. She gave him a violent push to his chest and started to kick him with all his might. His eyes widened and he jumped up. She grabbed hold of the towel to cover herself.
Chuck watched as she scrambled around on the floor. Her actions were nervous, as if he'd attack her at any moment. She pulled the towel tight to her body and tried to stand, but she slipped. Then she just crawled from the room in a desperate manner.
He ran out after her. "Blair, stop it!" Chuck cried. His eyes widened as she started to cry and search for clothes, but she couldn't find any. He moved towards her to try and grab her, but she screamed. Her eyes seemed to be closed; yet she moved quickly and accurately. It was as if she had done it before.
"Don't! I didn't mean to! Please!" Blair sobbed. She felt a man behind her and moved to go under the bed. She remembered that when Blaise tried to grab he if she got under the bed and far enough into the corner he had to take it apart or wait for her to come out. He'd passed out by then.
He could not believe that she was actually trying to hide under the bed. It wasn't comical though and he certainly didn't laugh. What did she mean? He chased after her again, but then froze.
"Don't! I didn't mean to! Please!" Blair sobbed. She tried to shield her face from the scolding water. Her body moved to desperately get out of the shower, but large hands pushed her down.
"Stop it, Blair! You're a dirty girl and dirty girls need a bath! If you want to talk to men like that then we'll have to show you why it's bad! He was dirty and now you are too! The only way to clean you is to burn his touch off your skin!" Blaise shouted. He held her down with one hand while the other directed the unbelievingly hot water onto her skin. It soon became red and blotchy.
"He-he talked to me, Blaise! I know him, but I told him to go away! He doesn't mean anything to me! I'm never going to call him! I swear!" she cried. Her eyes looked to him pleadingly, but he didn't stop. Instead, he slapped her across the face and turned up the water pressure. She felt her skin go numb after a while. When she stopped screaming, he pulled her out.
"You know, these marks are going to go away and then you'll forget the consequences," Blaise noted as he threw her down onto the bed. She watched as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. His lips puffed it and he chuckled cruelly.
"No," she shook her head. "No, no, no, no, no, no!!!!" Blair screamed. She tried to get under the bed, away from him, but he yanked her out. He sat down on her bottom and pulled her hair.
"Relax, Sleeping Beauty. I'm just going to give you a mark that you'll never forget," he whispered with a sinister smirk on his lips. Her face was buried into the carpet, her cries muffled.
And then she felt it. He pressed the burning end of the cigarette into her back. It burned her over and over again. She lost count, but it seemed to stop around six or seven. Not that it mattered. Around the fourth one, she accepted the pain. Because that was the thing about physical pain versus emotional.
At least when a guy hit or in that case burned you, they were being upfront and honest.
Chuck blinked, but they didn't go away. The burn scars, perfect little circles on her back stared up at him. He recalled how they looked similar to the one Bender had in The Breakfast Club.
He felt his heart stop. Someone had deliberately burned her with a cigarette down her back. They had held it there long enough to scar, seven times. In that moment, he didn't even know what was happening or who took control of his body. But only that he ended up with Blair in his arms.
Chuck grabbed her cheek and caressed it. She was still lost though as she tried to get away from him. His eyes bore into hers. He whispered sweetly as if he had done it all his life, which of course he hadn't, not at all really. "Blair… Blair, look at me. You know who I am. I-I won't hurt you," he promised.
"No… wha-what? You-you… no," Blair shook her head. Slowly, she calmed down. Her breathing was uneven though. She suddenly saw Chuck in front of her. The worst of all anxiety attacks was over and Chuck Bass had been the one to calm her down.
Her arms flew forward and grasped tightly around him. She buried her face into the crook of his neck. "Don't say anything," she whispered. And he didn't, for once.
Chuck knew he should have said something, but at her request he couldn't bear to do it. He had never seen anyone, let alone the strongest woman he'd ever known, breakdown like she did. There was rage buried deep within him, but the worry and confusion kept it tame for the most part. The rest of the night, he was silent and so was she.
He gave her a red nightgown to wear. She went into the closet and put it on. He brought her food. She barely touched it, but ate some. He turned on an Audrey Hepburn movie. She watched it as if nothing else in the world were more important. He went to take a shower. She surprised him and didn't leave. He came back and saw her. She was asleep in the bed.
They moved like robots, yet their emotions were on high.
Chuck climbed into bed. He pulled her fragile frame into his arms. His nose buried into her curls. At an attempt to forget, place another time perhaps, he closed his eyes and focused on the smell. But it didn't work. Nothing was the same after today.
Everything had changed. And that included the game. His eyes snapped open and he stared into the darkness. He wove his hand under the nightgown to reveal the burns again. They told him what he'd have to eventually do.
"I won't let him get away with this. I promise," Chuck vowed in a whisper. He then tucked her in his embrace again and kissed her forehead. She was asleep, but he told himself that it didn't matter. He was holding her like he used to.
And to keep it that way he'd have to take down the one person who hurt her, Jack Bass.
A/N: And the suspense heightens. Hmm… anyone else think Chuck is a little mixed up? Then again you know her past more than he does. What are your thoughts?