This came into my mind when Blair said that she would never let Louis touch her in tonight's episode.

This is not the kind of story I typically write – in fact, it was very painful to write. Just a warning.

Xoxoxoxo

His hand connected with her cheek in an instant. It was too fast for Blair to see it coming. But she felt the sharp sting a moment later. His hand collided with her cheek again, this time with more force. Her already raw cheek screamed in pain. She put her own hand to her face, covering the reddening area.

"I'm not finished yet!" he growled, roughly pulling her arm down. He grabbed her face with one hand. His fist came out of nowhere, knocking brutally into the side of her head. She screamed.

"Stop!" She tried helplessly. "Please, Louis, please!" He only pushed her small body roughly across the room, throwing her forcefully onto the bed.

"Get undressed." He said emotionlessly. She stared at him, shocked. "Now!" He yelled at her when she didn't immediately comply. With shaking hands, Blair reached for the bottom hem of her dress. She slowly pulled the delicate material up, acutely aware of his intense gaze on her body.

Her slow movements frustrated him, and soon his hands where on her, ripping the dress from her body and exposing her intimate areas to his greedy eyes. She gasped, a muted scream, when he shoved her legs apart.

"You're going to like this." Tears prickled her eyes and fell soundlessly down her cheeks. She brushed them away, attempting to hide them from Louis. But he saw the tears anyways.

"You want something real to cry about?" He yelled at her. He slapped her tear stained face once more and kneed her stomach. She gasped, trying to suck in some air.

"No," she whispered, a barely audible sound.

"Yes," he countered, stroking her folds. She was dry however. Impatient, Louis grabbed her inner thighs and roughly split her legs. She closed her eyes, bracing for the impact. He was inside her the next moment, crudely thrusting into her.

Each thrust sent a searing pain through her core. She whimpered, keeping her eyes squeezed tightly shut and willing this moment to be over quickly. She didn't dare open her eyes to see the cruel hatred in his eyes as he shoved himself upon her.

Xoxoxoxoxo

Afterwards, Louis abruptly left the room, leaving her blood stained and worn body on the bed. She lay unmoving on top of the sheets, desperately attempting to calm her shaking body with deep breaths.

This had happened many times before. Since their return to Monaco, Louis' true colors had slowly unfolded. The first act of violence was a simply slap here and there. His latest revenge was more severe, more violent.

It was at moments like these where Blair's thoughts drifted to Chuck. It had been almost 2 months since she had last spoken to him and she craved his soothing voice. She briefly wondered if Louis had left her cell phone in the side table, or if he had taken that too. He had removed almost all her personal belongings, besides a few articles of clothing. He insisted that she did not need anything from her old life anymore.

She had sobbed that night he had burned the photographs of her friends. The one of her and Serena on the MET steps, the one of her and Nate at prom, the one of her, Serena, Nate, and Chuck freshmen year in high school.

Blair turned over slightly on the bed. Rolling onto her side, she reached for the bedside table drawer. To her surprise, her cell phone sat neatly underneath a pile of papers. She grasped the phone tightly in her hand and breathed a sigh of relief. Pressing the speed dial number 1, she waited with bated breath.

"Blair?" the voice on the other end of the line said immediately. She was silent, unsure of what to say. And then the tears began to pour out of her eyes relentlessly.

"Blair, are you ok?" He asked again at the sound of her sobs.

"Chuck, I need…" she couldn't say it.

"Blair what is it? What do you need?" he was worried now. There was a long silence as he waited for her to respond. He longed to reach out to her, to take her in his arms and soothe her cries away. But he couldn't do that anymore. That was Louis' job now.

"I need you to come and get me," she whispered into the phone. "Quickly, before Louis finds out."

"Blair?" he asked, confused.

"Please Chuck," she choked out. "He…" she took a deep breath. "He hits me and… and rapes me…and" Chuck cut her off then.

"I'm on my way. I'll be there in the morning." He heard her sigh of relief.

"Thank you Chuck." He heard the click the phone as she hung up.

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Blair was in his arms, that's all he knew for sure right now. Currently she lay curled around his body on his private jet. He shifted his arm so that he could pull her sleeping form closer to his chest. He pressed a light kiss to her head as she snuggled more deeply against him.

It had taken all his power to extract Blair from the Monaco palace. But the sight of Blair, bruises covering her beautiful face and body, had thrown him over the edge. And now she was here, safely in his embrace.

As he pressed a soft kiss to her swollen and bruised cheek, her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at his unshaven face, and gently ran her fingers across his cheeks.

"Thank you," she whispered softly. He nodded and smiled at her, running his hands up and down her back softly.

"Chuck, I'm so sorry for everything."

"Me too," he whispered back. They sat looking at each other for a long time. And then they leaned towards each other, their lips touching in the lightest of kisses. Blair sighed into his mouth, pressing her lips more tightly against his, wrapping her legs and arms even further around his body.

Chuck pulled back slightly from her, running a finger across her parted lips.

"I love you," he said softly. "I always have. It nearly killed me when you left with him after the wedding."

"It killed me too. But I thought it was the right thing to do at the time. I didn't know he'd…turn violent," she said. Tears welled up in her eyes once more and when Chuck spotted the wetness, he immediately brushed them aside.

"Stop, don't cry anymore Blair. I'm here. I love you and I'm never leaving you again." She nodded.

"I love you Chuck."

"Let's try to get some sleep," he suggested, shifting them so they could lie down. Blair placed her head on his chest, and he kissed her forehead. And they fell asleep to the sound of each other's breathing. Safe at last.