Here is yet another chapter. I'm really having a lot of fun with this story so I hope everyone likes reading it. I suppose the reviews for the last chapter were slightly better, but they still weren't that great. Remember, if I'm not getting reviews then I feel no need to write this. Show some effing appreciation. Writing this takes time, and all I ask in return is a review. So please read, enjoy it, and REVIEW!

Preach Pervert

Buffy raised herself from the ground, her eyes focused on the man in front of her. "Who are you?" she asked quietly, praying that her fear didn't show on her face. She was tired of being afraid. There was nothing left to lose for Buffy. These people had done everything to her short of killing her. When the man only gave a cocky smirk Buffy persisted to ask more firmly, "who are you?"

Spike's eyebrows rose slightly shocked with the tone of her voice. From what Angel had told him about the girl he was expecting her to have no confidence or aggressive behaviors that would allow her to fight back. Although asking a question twice wasn't much, Spike had given the little blonde far less credit. "I'm Spike, love," he answered, "I own all of this. Everyone her works for me, and now so do you." Spike licked his lips as walked closer to her. His eyes roamed up and down her body as he undressed her in his mind.

"Don't even think about it," came Angels voice from the doorway, "she's mine."

Spike looked over his shoulder, "tsk, tsk, Anjelousy," he said, "don't worry, ya great poof, I'm not interested in this one." Angel disappeared from the doorway in a huff. Spike once again face Buffy and said quietly to her, "well at least not yet." He slid his hands up the side of her arms. Her skin was so soft against his rough calloused fingers. "And what, dare I ask, is the name of such a delicious looking creature as yourself?"

"Buffy," she replied and looked down quickly. The way Spike stared at her was nerve wrecking. She didn't want to be looked at like meat, but new that's all she was to him.

Spike put the tip of a single finger under her chin pushed her head upwards, forcing Buffy to look at him. "Rule number one bit, always look at me when I'm speaking to you. I don't like dismissive behavior. My girls need to respect me, and I don't mind too much when they completely submit to me," he laughed. He stared at her for moment, analyzing ever aspect visible to his eye, "how old are you?"

"Seventeen."

"Rule number two, don't lie to me."

"I swear to God I am not lying to you," Buffy spat out angered that he would accuse her of lying. "At least I'm not thirty!" As soon as the words left her mouth she regretted saying them. Buffy's eyes went wide and the extent of her fear was visible to Spike.

"I am not thirty!" Spike snapped back, "I'll have you know I'm only twenty-six. Now tell me, how old are you?"

"Seventeen"

"Fine! Angel always did have a thing for younger girls," he smirked as if he were bursting out laughing on the inside. "No matter," he continued, "as of today you are 18 and legal. I will arrange for you to have new identification made."

"Why?"

"Because my dear Buffy, I am law abiding citizen. I've got loads of respect for our institutions." He turned around a began walking out of the room

"There's nothing legal in a place like this," Buffy mumbled to herself.

"What was that?" Spike stopped and looked over his shoulder. He wasn't impressed with her current attitude.

"Nothing."

"Remember pet, you're disposable. I can always just kill you, and no one would ever find out." When he reached the door he left it open, but disappeared from Buffy's sight. She then heard him start talking, "Anya, I'm going to need you to go shopping and buy that girl something to wear. She smells. She looks about your size; so just get whatever it is you girls like to wear these days. Make sure it's pretty though. I don't want her looking like Faith." Everyone in the room outside of Buffy's laughed at this last comment. "Don't know what you're so jolly about Angel," Spike continued, his tone becoming less pleasant, "I hope you understand that I'm not happy she's here. She's not ready yet. I want you to get her out of that room, I don't want to listen to you shagging her senseless until she breaks. You are not to begin any new projects or even leave this building until she's good to go! Got it?"

"Yea, I got it Captain Peroxide!" Angel bit out angrily.

He entered the room and saw Buffy staring out the window. She turned and stared back at him without a word. Her face was calm and relaxed, something he'd never seen on her. "Let's go," he said to her.

"Where?"

"To a different room."

"Why?"

"So I can finish what I started at your house," he told her honest, infuriated with her questioning him. She stood at the window just staring at him like he was insane. Angel stomped over to her grabbing her roughly by the arm and pulling her out of the room. "Always making me use force," he grumbled to himself. "Things would be a lot of easier if you would just cooperate," he exclaimed dragging her through the main room.

"Cooperate in becoming a whore? No thank you!" Buffy retorted, causing Spike, who was sitting on a couch, to laugh.

"Cheers, mate. Have fun," Spike said lifting his glass to Angel as the elevator doors opened and the two of them disappeared.

Angel led them into a different room. The only difference between this and the other room was the queen size bed. The walls were a dreary shade of white, and there were no added decorations in the room. The closet was empty, as was the dresser. The room looked as if no one had been entered it in ages. "You're going to be staying in here for the time being. I'm going to be locking the doors whenever I'm not around. This room is also on the eleventh floor of the building, so it's your own stupidity if you want to try jumping," he told her.

Buffy walked to the window and noticed that it faced the same direction as the one in the other room. She heard the door close and turned to Angel. He walked towards her in an almost predatory manner. He stopped with only inches between them. Buffy turned her head to the side, which only caused him to grab her jaw tightly, and force head back to face to face with him. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Buffy opened her mouth at first, but then bit down hard on his lip and the first signs of blood began enter her mouth. Angle pulled back quickly with a yell. He stared at her, fury rising in his eyes. Before she could even think about what was happening, Angel slapped her across the face. Buffy winced and knew there would be a bruise there in a few hours. His hand then went to her throat, and he pushed her into the wall squeezing firmly enough to be chocking her. "Stupid whore needs to learn some respect!" he spat in her face.

Still gripping her by the neck, Angel pulled her to the bed and pushed her onto. Buffy gasped with the release of her neck, but Angel was soon on top of her. He held her hands above her head with one hand while the weight of his body kept her legs in check. He reached behind him and revealed handcuffs that had been tucked into the back pockets of his pants. He put one around each of her wrist and fasted the other end of it the headboard. Buffy thrashed her hands around testing the handcuffs, which proved to be effective. Angel proceeded to tear her clothes off. Not undoing them, but ripping them away from her body so they would no longer be wearable. He discarded his own clothes and kissed along the side of her neck. His hand reached down forcing her legs apart. He could feel the wetness of her. She may fight against it, but her body knew what it wanted. Angel smiled positioning himself between her legs.

That's all folks. I hope you liked it. I'm still not positive which way to go with this, I have a couple option in mind. Leave me some ideas if you have any, or if there's anything you'd really like to see happen then I can try and incorporate it. Comments are appreciated, so please REVIEW!