Chapter Fourteen!

Ronnie felt her head growing heavier as she was sleep deprived and hungry. She felt as though every ounce of strength had been sucked from her. Her wrists were throbbing from pain, as she wondered why Luke hadn't peeked in on her for a while. She started wondering if he had just left her there to die, but when a blinding light pierced through the crack of the door, Ronnie knew Luke hadn't gone anywhere.

As Ronnie's eyes adjusted to the light, she could feel Luke's rough hands against her wrists. He was taking the fishing wire off of her wrists. Ronnie's eyes finally adjusted and the first thing she saw was the amount of blood dripping from her wrists. She winced slightly as she glanced up to see Luke staring at her with those piercing brown eyes.

"Guess what?" He asked with a grin on his face. Ronnie could smell the alcohol on him as she averted his gaze. She hated how he played games with her.

"Your daddy's coming with Chad in the next hour or so." Luke said with a confidant tone. Ronnie turned her head quickly, but tried not to let her relief show. Eric's coming to get me. But what about Chad? Ronnie tried to trust that Eric had a plan to keep everybody safe.

"So you know what that means, don't you?" Luke asked, as Ronnie could feel her heart beating faster. Oh no, please God, no! "We have a little less than an hour to have some fun. Oh Ronnie, now I get to show you how much I love you." Luke reached into the closet and grabbed Ronnie's arms, pulling her up roughly. Ronnie tried to struggle, but the room was spinning, and she felt as though she were falling from consciousness, and fast.

Luke pulled her over to the same bed Ronnie had seen when they first entered the room and he shoved her on top of it. Ronnie hit her head on the headboard, and as she scrambled to sit up, Luke was already on the bed, shoving her back down. He managed to sit on top of her, as she tried desperately to push him away. He only laughed as he grabbed hold of her flailing wrists and pinned them down above her.

"Please don't." She tried to say as she could feel tears forming in her eyes. Luke smiled in his usual perverted way.

"Don't say that baby, you want it just as badly as I do." He said, and he bent down until his face was right in front of hers. She could smell the alcohol on his breath very strongly, as he pressed his lips against hers. He was rough, kissing her hard, as she tried to turn away, but he had grabbed her head with his rough hands and was holding her in place. She tried to push him off of her, but he was too strong. Ronnie felt his tongue slipping into her mouth and exploring the inside of her mouth. She had never felt anything like this before, and she was scared. She pushed him and hit him, but it went unnoticed, and he started stroking her hair as he wouldn't stop kissing her. She could feel his rough face rubbing against her smooth skin.

Luke pulled his face away from her and she gasped for breath as she stared at him with dark, fearful eyes.

"Oh Ronnie, you are the most r-r-r-ravishing girl I have ever kissed." He said as he bent down again and dug his head into her neck, pinning her arms against her side, as he kissed and breathed all over her neck. He made strange grunting sounds as his lips explored every inch of her neck.

"Stop it, please!" Ronnie tried, but she could feel herself fading, as she grew weaker from the lack of food and dehydration. Luke was enjoying every minute of this; being in complete control of an innocent young girl who was in no way experienced, and she was too weak to fight back. This was how Luke liked it. She was like a little doll in his arms, frail and soft.

He sat up and observed her for a moment as she began to breathe heavily, afraid of what was coming next. He took his hand and traced his finger all over her face, as she turned her head away. Luke didn't like that; she was trying to fight back. He wanted to be in control. He grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her face back toward him. She let out a small yell.

"Don't try and fight it. I will show you how great my love is for you!" He yelled, and as Ronnie winced from the pain, Luke shoved his face hard against hers, as he still had her head locked in place. As he kissed her, he made murmuring sounds as his other hand was caressing her cheek; his rough hands hurting her, almost as much as having her hair nearly pulled out.

"Ronnie, Ronnie." He kept whispering. Ronnie could feel every part of her body shaking as Luke let go of her hair, and brought his free hand to hold Ronnie's face in place as he kissed her and kissed her, never wanting to stop.

He did stop, after a few minutes and then that grin came across his face again, and he looked down to Ronnie's body, the same shifting eyes up and down her body that she had experienced since she first met him, that day with Chad.

He began to laugh as he reached down to Ronnie's stomach, and began lifting up her shirt, slowly. Ronnie began to push away his hands.

"No! No!" She shouted, but he slapped her hard across the face.

"You keep your hands above you like they were, or I'll kill you! Don't think I won't!" He screamed, and Ronnie did as she was told, but she could feel the tears falling from her eyes. She failed; she didn't want him to see her afraid, but the fear at that moment was too overwhelming. He was going to rape her, and there wasn't anything she could do about it.

Luke lifted her shirt slowly, as he bent down and began kissing her stomach. He wanted every inch of her, and Ronnie tried to look at the ceiling, trying to fade away, but couldn't. She could feel his rough face too strongly on her sensitive skin.

Her shirt was lifted a little bit higher, as Luke's hands gently traced around her belly button, followed by his lips, roughly pressing against her skin.

"Oh I'm going to enjoy this!" He said as he went for her belt buckle. As he began to unfasten it, he listened to the desperate cries coming from the young teenage girl, and he laughed. "This will hurt, baby. It's your first time, isn't it?" He took great pleasure in knowing it was, as he struggled with the belt. He finally pulled it off and threw it against the wall. As he fumbled with the zipper, desperate to get it undone, he was distracted by the sound of a car horn. Ronnie gasped as she looked toward the window. Luke looked in the same direction as he narrowed his eyes. Ronnie started to breathe heavily again as Luke stared down at her.

"Don't move!" He said as he got up off of her, and she could feel herself able to breathe better without his weight on top of her. Luke ran over to the window and gazed through the curtain. Ronnie prayed and prayed that it was Eric, or somebody to come and rescue her from this madman. Luke swore under his breath and turned back into the bedroom. He threw his fist into the wall.

"Damn!" He shouted, causing Ronnie to jump, but she didn't dare move from her spot. He turned and stared at the young girl, who never once looked him in the eye. Luke came over to her and grabbed the sides of her arms tightly, digging his fingernails into her skin, as he pulled her up roughly. He stared at her, with angry eyes.

"Your daddy's early. That wasn't part of the deal, see? I want more time with you, and I will have it. Once I get Chad, I'm gonna tell your dear old dad that I'm taking you with me, and if he tries to fight, I'll kill him." Luke said with a shrug.

"No!" Ronnie yelled in his face, surprising herself. She was so scared of him, but he had threatened to kill her adopted father, and to take her away.

Luke dug his nails deeper into Ronnie's arms, as Ronnie let out a squeal.

"I'm in control here, and we will be together! I will show you how much I've fallen for you!" Luke grabbed her face in his hands once again and pressed his lips against hers once more, making more strange noises. As he released himself from her, he smiled slightly.

"We'll finish this later." He pulled her up from the bed, and grabbed his gun from his pocket. "Let's go."