Alright so here is chapter 3!! It's kinda long, kinda not. But whatever I was just trying to get it out for all you people who seem to be enjoying this story. Okay so I'm going to try to reply to some reviews all in one go here. This IS a SPUFFY fic. Trust me I know. I was contemplating making the kidnapper Spike, but then decided against it. He's going to be an even darker character than Angel, but in the end it'll be spike buffy romance!! This was supposed to be long, but I think I might shorten up the next few chapters so that Spike gets introduced sooner than anticipated, cuz it seems like every one really wants him in there. I'm gonna say in two chapters he'll be there for sure!!
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Rating- R
Summary- Buffy/Spike. Buffy is held captive in her own house, and is eventually taken on a rollercoaster ride into the dark underground life of the big city.
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The next day went pretty much the same as the previous one. Angel would come in and do his thing without any regards of how Buffy was feeling. Sometimes the shags were short and quick, but others went on for hours. He would just lay on top pounding into her, and fondling her young body. He had even given her a robe to put around her battered body, just so he could enjoy stripping it off of her. Then as soon as he was tired he'd get off of her for a break. He usually ate during these breaks, and all Buffy would get was more and more alcohol. She was already craving food. Her body felt weak without it. However she refused to give in to his sick game. She wasn't going to do anything for him just because she was a bit hungry. She'd have to be on the brink of death from starvation before she gave in. Maybe she would even just let herself die. It seemed like a plausible option right now.
Buffy did think much of the sex any more. It wasn't really sex, at least not to her. She simply saw at as something she had to lay there and take. It was like school, she did it because she had no other choice. Laying there was never enough for him though. Angel always wanted something more out of her. He would push her body to the limits; hurt her body until it responded to him. Even though(AN:REVIEW) it was involuntary on her part, to him, any response was better than none. Her responses still frustrated him though. She was impossible to break, and yet she wasn't fighting back. It was like being stuck in limbo and it irritated him. He knew how strong she could be, he knew that she could fight back, and still she didn't. She confused him. Angel realized the state she was in, but he couldn't process her actions. She was different than all the other girls.
On Monday Buffy awoke and everything felt strange. There was no one laying next to her, and no one on top of her. She looked over at the clock only to find it was already eleven. Where was he? He rarely let her sleep this late. Usually he'd already had sex with her twice. She looked around the room and didn't see Angel anywhere. The door was closed and her hands and feet weren't tied up. She was free. She could get up and roam the house. Yet the thought of doing that made her nervous. What if that's just what he wanted? Maybe he was just looking for an excuse to hurt her even more. She wasn't going to let that happen, but she wanted out of this room that had the thick smell of sex. While she was contemplating Buffy did not notice Angel entering the room. He stood there watching her. He watched her constantly; when she slept and when they had sex. He loved watching her. When Buffy finally realized he was there she quickly put on a defensive glare.
"Get up," he said roughly to her.
"Why?" she asked stubbornly.
"Because I told you so."
"No."
Angel's hand reached behind him. He grabbed the gun and moved to her quickly, holding the barrel against her forehead. "Get-up," he repeated.
Terrified, she slowly sat up in bed wrapping the bathrobe more tightly around her. He twisted her wrist and she cried out as a sharp pain shot up her arm. He dragged her to the open door as she half tripped behind him.
"Where are we going?" she asked timidly.
He sniffed the air around her like a dog, "You need a shower."
He continued to pull her violently down the hall until they reached the last door at the end. His grip was still tight on her wrist. He needed to remind her who was in charge. Angel didn't want her ever talking back like that to him again. He didn't have time for that.
He shoved her into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him, "Strip." Buffy's cheeks went red. She knew he had seen her naked enough by now, but she didn't want to make a show of it. Despite being used like toy, she still had some modesty. "Didn't you hear me? I said strip!" he reached forward and pulled the tie of her robe loose. "There. Do you need another demonstration of how to strip?" Buffy shook her head furiously and quickly took off the bathrobe and the pajamas underneath.
Angel reached into the shower and turned it on. He let the water run over one of his hands until it was warm enough. "Get in," he demanded. With her eyes averted to the floor Buffy got into the shower. She let out a big sigh when she felt the warm water hit her body. It felt like ages since the last time she showered. She wanted to wash away all dirt from her body. She reached out for the bar of soap but stopped when she saw the shower door open again. Angel stepped in and was nearly pressed up against her. He grinned to himself, knowing this would be fun. He pressed even closer to her so that there was barely an inch between. He looked her up and down. Her body looked so sexy glistening from the water. He felt himself getting hard from merely looking at her. He loved how she was(AN:REVIEW) so afraid of him. She couldn't even look at him. She tried to inch away from him nervously, but quickly ran into the wall behind her. Angel only had one thing on his mind, the prey. It was standing right in front of him with nowhere to go.
He grabbed her hands holding them out to the side, pressed against the wall. He pinned her with his body, pressing to her as tightly as he could. All she felt were his lips on hers and their slippery bodies pushed together. As she tried to move her feet started to slip and she desperately grabbed on to the first thing she could: Angel. It was enough to stop her fall, but he took advantage of it. He pulled her to him by her arms. She couldn't stand how he continuously used everything she did against her. Buffy became furious as he maneuvered to enter her. Wasn't it enough that he had already ruined her life? Did he have to remind her every waking moment? With all the bottled up rage, she shoved him as hard as she could. Taken off guard, he slipped to the wet floor nearly smashing his face on the shower head. He growled angrily deep in his throat, but before he could do anything Buffy chocked out, in her anger, a single word: "Why?"
That single word echoed off the tiles in the room repeating over and over. Angel needed to think fast before that word started to haunt him. He couldn't tell her his thoughts on this. Not yet at least. He simply shook his head at her, "that's for me to know and you to find out," he cringed at the awful cliché. It sounded like something he would have said when he was five. And technically it wasn't even true. He didn't want her to find out before he actually told her. He stood up looking at her. Even with the warm water pounding on her body she was shivering. She was so angry and yet completely helpless. He grabbed the bar of soap and tossed it to her, "Wash," he said and left the shower.
She quickly soaped and shampooed, washing away what she possibly could. She knew the real stench wouldn't leave; the stench of shame, the dirtiness of unwanted forced sex. She felt her eyes swell with tears. What could she do? She didn't want this any more. She wasn't going to make it through two weeks of this. She had to find away to fight it. She just had to. Everything seemed so impossible to her though. Fighting it was just wasted energy. She got out of the shower and wrapped the bathrobe around her. Angel grabbed her and led her straight back to her room, this time locking the door after they went in.
The telephone rang and both of them jumped. It was the first sound heard in days, other than themselves. "Why is the phone ringing?" Angel asked mostly to him self. He turned to Buffy, "I cut off the telephones, they shouldn't be ringing."
"I have my own line," she said quietly as the phone continued to ring.
"Answer it. And whoever it is tell them you are home sick. You have mono or something. Got it? If you give any hints of this…" he grabbed the gun and clicked off the safety.
Buffy gulped and nodded. When she picked up the phone, she heard the voice of the school secretary. "Hello, is this Buffy Summers?"
"Yes this is she."
"Buffy, we missed you in school today. Why aren't you here?"
"I have the flu, I think. I'm probably going to the doctor's tomorrow if it doesn't get any better."
"Well when you return we need a doctor's or parent's confirmation of you sickness. All right dear?" the kind older women's voice was Buffy's last clutch of reality. She wanted to scream no don't go. She wanted to tell her that she's trapped with a psychotic molester. Buffy wanted any one's help. She wanted out of her house and away from Angel.
Instead, she calmly replied, "Yes, thank you," and hung up the phone.
"I think you need a lesson in how to treat people," Buffy looked up at her captor. "Pushing you kidnapper is never a good idea!" he growled.
To be continued….
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