AN: Everyone is human. Though this basically stars Spike and Dawn... Spike kidnapped Dawn and things are happening. Enjoy.

As days went by, Dawn and Spike began to fall into a routine. He'd wake her up. She'd refuse to come down and instead stare off into the woods until sleep would come over her. Then everything would repeat. Day after day.

The brunette hadn't been out of "her" room for nine days, except for showering. She had been in her kidnaper's care for eleven days. Almost two weeks. Her father was still suppose to be out of town for another week. That means one more week until her father would even go back to the house to see the ransom note. But he could have extended his "business trip" to longer, meaning she could be with Spike up to two months.

She idly wondered what would happen if her father didn't pay. Would he kill her? Abuse her? Take all of his aggressions out on her? Dawn decided that she rather kill herself then let her kidnapper do any of those things to her.

Her stomach quaked as hunger pains took over her body. She ate nothing. Drank only water that came from the bathroom. She was sure she could feel her bottom rib bone through her tight flesh. Starvation would kill her before he would.

Spike knocked. Dawn ignored him. It was so much easier that way.

"Get up," he forced.

She silently laid on her bed an dug her face into the pillow.

"Get up!" he roared louder.

He ripped the door open and it slammed against the wall. His steps were heavy as he came toward the bed. She was swallowed in the bed. Her skin was pale. she looked like a doll.

"If you don't get out of the fucking bed, I'll make you."

She rolled over and faced him.

The girl's eyes were sunken in. Her lips were cracked. She'd been in the same clothes since she got there.

"Fuck you," she whispered.

He tore the sheets off of her and she tried to curl up into a ball.

"You have to eat," the blonde told her while picking her up.

The girl kicked, punched, and swore. Some of the words coming from her delicate mouth shocked him. A secret smirk came upon his face as the last jumble of words. According to her, he was a "cum guzzling gutter man-whore". Dawn's body wiggled enough so that the side of her heel kicked him in the gut. That action wiped the smirk off his face.

He slammed her into the chair.

"You have to eat," he worded with controlled anger. He grabbed a box of cereal with a bowl and spoon and placed it in front of her.

"If you don't eat this, I'll force feed you."

She took a spoon full of Lucky Charms and gulped them down. They rubbed against the back of her throat and she nearly choked. After she took down half the bowl, chewing, to what he thought looked like, a million chews, she set down her eating utensil.

"Happy?"

He sighed and looked away from her. Staring up at the ceiling, he ran his fingers through his bleached hair.

"For now," he voiced.

She got up from the table and flicked him off.

"Maybe later, pet," he winked.

Dawn headed straight to the bathroom and sat in front of the toilet. Her body weight was setting on her calves and she was nervously bouncing up and down, debating whether or not to do this. She got the best of her doubts and jammed two fingers down her throat. Everything came up as her body shook from the force of it all. Tears leaked out of her eyes uncontrollably and she couldn't stop it.

As she flushed the toilet, she couldn't help but still taste the strong stomach acid in the back of her throat. It was a bitter reminder that she was still there.


Ah, I'm having so much fun with this fic. R&R.