A/N: Thanks to all who have been reading and reviewing. Please not that this chapter does contain a graphic rape scene. You have been warned.
Buffy woke to a pounding headache. She brought her hands up to her head and groaned in pain. She rapidly blinked her eyes then prepared to sit up. She wondered how much trouble she was in with her parents. The last thing she remembered was arriving at the second club. Finally she sat up and opened her eyes. Immediately panic began to set in. Quickly she stood from the bed she had been lying on and begin to survey the room. It didn't appear to be a hotel room as she looked around the room. There were three doors and she quickly checked them all. The first door was a bathroom, the second locked, and the third a closet. She was locked in an unfamiliar room and was really beginning to panic. Frantically she searched her pockets for her cell phone, but it was nowhere to be found. Refusing to give up she began to search the room for a way out. Pulling back the curtains revealed two windows with bars over them. Damn it!, she thought as she peered out the windows. Even if she could get out of the windows they looked to be pretty high and she could see nothing but foliage. Going to the locked door she began to beat on it repeatedly. She kicked and pulled and tried everything she could, but there was no way she could get out.
Spike chuckled at the monitors as he watched the blonde captive vainly try to get out of the room. He watched in interest as she seemed to finally give up on the locked door. Now she seemed to be searching the room for something. Slowly she opened the drawers of the nightstands, but found nothing. She searched the dresser to find nothing and the same thing turned up in the closet. Opening the bathroom she found nothing but a few toiletries. She seemed to finally give up and curled up on the bed and begin to sob. Picking up the phone he dialed the kitchen, "Bring some lunch for our guest." It had taken a day for the girl to arrive. They'd given her some pretty powerful sedatives and she'd been sleeping for another day after she arrived.
Buffy was startled as the door opened. She quickly jumped from the bed and dashed towards the door, but it was too late. A tray of food had been deposited on the dresser by the door and the door had been shut and locked again. Buffy picked up the plate off the tray and sniffed it. She took the fork and moved the food around a bit inspecting it. It seemed to be normal and she didn't realize how hungry she was until the smell of the food had hit her. She took a tiny bite chewing it then swallowing it down. Soon she had devoured the plate and was drinking the glass of milk down. She began to pace a million unanswered questions swirling through her head. Why was she here? How did she get here? Who brought her here?
It had been two days since Buffy Summers had vanished from a night club in Costa Rica. Hank and Joyce Summers were beyond distraught. They were working with both the local authorities and the American Embassy, but there were just no leads. The last person to see Buffy, Lisa, had been interviewed by both parties. She couldn't remember the name of the taxi that had taken Buffy. The authorities revealed that even if she could remember it probably wouldn't do much to help the case. Taxis just weren't regulated like they were in the US. Pictures of Buffy Summers adorned the newspapers as well as the news. Hank and Joyce held a press conference begging for anybody who had any information to contact the authorities. They reached out to the taxi cab driver to please come and talk to the authorities with any information he may have. Of course in American every news station was talking about the American girl who was missing in Costa Rica. Joyce was hoping that something would turn up that would lead them to her daughter.
Buffy had been locked in the same room for hours. She had alternated from pounding on the door while screaming to crying on the bed in complete frustration several times. Currently she had tired herself out was beginning to drift off from exhaustion. This is what Spike had been waiting for. He watched as her body stilled on the bed. He would wait an hour or so then go in.
Buffy was startled awake by a noise. She opened her eyes and sat up in the bed. " 'bout time you woke up," was all the man said as he stood at the end of the bed. Buffy scrambled to the head of the bed then darted her eyes to the door and back to the man. Several times she looked at the door then back at them man. Calculating whether she could make it or not.
"Don't bother, it's locked" he said casually as he stepped towards her.
"Wh… what do you want?," she asked as she scrambled off the bed putting the bed between herself and the man.
"You," was all he offered her as he dryly chuckled.
"My parents they have money… they'll pay you," she pleaded as she stepped back putting more distance between her and the man.
"You are right there lass they will pay and so will you," he said as he jumped over the bed.
Screaming she tried to run from him, but there was no where to go. He grabbed a hold of her and threw her on the bed. Soon he was on top of her lifting her shirt up. Buffy tried to stop him, but he was much stronger than her. He didn't bother taking the shirt completely off, but used it tangled in her arms to keep her arms pinned down with one hand. He sat on her legs to keep them from moving as he unbuttoned then unzipped her pants. Buffy tried to kick and buck him off of her, but it was no use. She screamed for him to stop over and over again. It seemed that her pleas fell on deaf ears. He quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his own pants before moving body off hers so he could work her pants off. Her kicking actually aiding him in getting her pants completely off. He ripped her under ware and bra off.
Snickering to himself he finally started to work his own pants off. Buffy managed to kick him off her as he was trying to wriggle his pants down. Spike cursed as she ran to the bathroom and shut the door. He finished taking his clothes off before approaching the door. "There's no lock," he said as he grabbed the handle and pushed the door. It moved, but she was sitting in front of the door. He pushed harder and she fought with all her might to keep the door between her and the mad man who was bent on raping her. Giving the hardest shove he could he was able to get the door open enough for him to fit inside. Buffy broke down in uncontrollable sobs as he grabbed her up ripping her shirt off her in the process. "Why are you doing this?," she cried. He chose not to answer her.
Spike threw her on the bed. Buffy kicked at him making contact on his lower left rib. In anger Spike reared his hand back and slapped her hard across the face. Buffy's hands immediately flew up to shield her face. He took the opportunity to grab them and pin her wrists above her head with one hand. "We can do this the hard way or the easy way. Either way we're doing this," he growled at her an inch form her face. Buffy quit struggling and screwed her eyes shut as his free hand began to maul her tender flesh. Spike began to claw at her breasts then down her abdomen to the prize that awaited him. He took one finger and rubbed it up her slit. She was dry as a bone. While he wanted to hurt her he didn't want to hurt himself in the process. He gave her a warning look as he let go of her hands.
Spike gave her one long languid lick up her slit. Buffy tensed and new tears began to fall from her emerald pools. Her hands searched for something to grab. Both hands twisted themselves in the comforter she lay upon. Her body began to wrack with sobs as he continued to feast on her. Finally he was satisfied that she was wet enough for his entrance. He climbed up to her and pushed her legs apart. He lifted each one resting them on his back. He wanted her to feel like she was participating in her rape. He pried her hands from the comforter and placed one on his back and the other on his shoulder. Each time he moved she cried harder. She couldn't believe this was happening. Positioning himself at her entrance he began to push into her. She was extremely tight and he couldn't believe it when he hit a barrier. He smiled slyly as he pushed hard into her. Buffy instinctively squeezed onto what she was holding, which happened to be her rapist. She shrieked in pain as he continued his assault. His continual onslaught continued until finally he stilled and shot his seed inside her. He lifted off of her and stood by the bed grabbing his clothes. Buffy curled up in the fetal position and cried her little eyes out. Spike slowly dressed as he watched her a small smile of satisfaction glinting across his face. "There's some clothes in the closet now, not that you'll be needing them much," he said as he walked out the door locking it behind him.
Buffy didn't move for a long time. She lay there crying wishing she was with her parents. She wanted her mom to hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay. Finally she couldn't cry anymore and she made her way to the closet. She grabbed some clothes then went to the bathroom. She needed to scrub his touch from her. She turned the water on as hot as she could stand it then stood under the spray for a long time. Fresh tears emerged as she began to scrub her skin trying to purge his touch from her. After nearly an hour in the shower she reluctantly turned the water off only because it was cooling. She dried off then slipped on flannel pants and long sleeved shirt. She exited the bathroom to find a fresh tray of food for her on the dresser. She glanced at it then grabbed the glass of milk and took it to the bathroom with her. She dumped it out then rinsed the glass and filled it with cool water. She made her way to the bed slid under the blankets and cried herself to sleep.
TBC...
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