Chapter 2

There was one thing I never got back though, and that was my voice. For some reason my voice wouldn't come out. I could cry and scream all I wanted but I couldn't formulate any words.

At first I was free to do as I wished in the underground room, as long as I didn't go near the exit. I learned the hard way after a couple weeks of staying there. When I was caught trying to escape, I was whipped. Darrien seemed to enjoy seeing me in pain. I always knew that he was kind of strange, I never knew he liked that sort of thing. I couldn't stand the pain. I cried out loudly, screaming with every hit of the thin leather whip.

"I hope you learned your lesson, bitch. You will not leave until I say you can. Until then I own you…body, mind, and soul."

"You don't own me! My entire being belongs to Irvine." I thought.

"I know what you're thinking. And we'll just see about that…"

I was forced to sleep in the same bed as Darrien. He would cuddle right up next to me at night. All I could do to keep from crying was think of Irvine. But it didn't help sometimes.

"He's not Irvine…Darrien could never be half the man Irvine is." I thought to myself.

Then slowly the real torture started. At night while sleeping, Darrien's hands would wander over my body. Up and down my arms and all over my thighs. I would shudder with his rough touch. I tried pulling away but his grip just got tighter. More than once he drew blood by scratching my delicate skin. He would lick the blood up, making content sounds as he did it. It freaked me out. Then one day he went all out. He decided to "make love" to me. At least that's what he called it. But how can you make love to someone you hate? You can't…

Darrien handcuffed me to the bed then he pulled up my sweatshirt and unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts, my nipples were already erect from the cold air in the room. He flicked his tongue over one and I cringed as he pushed his face into my cleavage, bringing more of my breast into his mouth. My eyes began to water up as he bit my nipples. As he lay there on top of me, his hardness between my legs was more than evident. I just kept praying that he would stop at this.

"Oh come now…it isn't that bad. There is no reason to be crying. I know you like it."

I shook my head furiously. I would NEVER enjoy anything sexual from him.

"We need you to let go of that ever so strong bond you have with Irvine. This should help…"

Darrien picked up a water bottle next to the bed and shoved it into my mouth and squirted the liquid into my mouth, causing me to choke on it as it ran down my throat. Suddenly my body felt all hot and I couldn't use any of my muscles. It felt just like before when they first kidnapped me. I hated it.

"That should put you in the mood. It will enhance everything times ten." He explained.

"An aphrodisiac?! Oh no…" I yelled in my mind as he picked up where he left off.

He massaged his sex against mine, slowly bringing me close to orgasm. But he stopped his movement and slipped a hand into my panties. He played in my moisture, spreading it over my clitoris. I couldn't believe I was wet. It meant that I was actually being turned on. I didn't want to be turned on! This was wrong in every conceivable way. I shuddered as the friction filled me. I lay there helplessly as he played with me. He plunged a finger into my vagina and I cried out quietly as he stroked my g-spot. Another finger pushed into me as I looked up at Darrien, a content smile on his face. He pushed his fingers deeper within me, and then he pulled out. Darrien pulled my body to his and brought his lips to mine, crushing them with a rough kiss.

Suddenly the torture stopped. He pulled away from my mouth and moved beside me. Gently he pulled the blanket back over my semi nude body and himself.

"That's enough for one night." He said as he kissed me on the forehead and went to sleep. I was shocked and relieved at the same time. But I couldn't fall asleep.

The next few nights were the same. He would force me to drink the liquid drug then play with me and go back to sleep. It wasn't until I had been there for a several months or so that it went further than that.

Author's Note: The chemical is something I got from an anime. In the anime it's called Yellow Star and it's actually a pill, not a liquid. I can't remember the name of the anime for the life of me though. This is probably the most demented story I've ever written. That's why the rating is R.

Future chapters will be just as bad, maybe worse.