People Auction

A Zoey 101 Fanfiction

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Chapter Five

Out of Control

Author's Notes: Okay, guys. I'm going to warn you now, because I'm way nicer than a lot of other writers on this site. This chapter involves implied rape, and Logan, who I suppose you could call OOC but is actually very hungover and madly in love with a certain blonde.

Zoey trembled as Logan got closer to her face. Finally, instead of hitting her – which she'd expected – his face came even closer, until...

Oh, god, Logan was an amazing kisser. Fast. Passionate. But now – now... what was he doing? "No," said Zoey hastily, slapping Logan's hand away from her jeans. "No, Logan, this isn't funny. Let's get this week over with and then talk about that, 'kay? 'Kay. Good."

"I'm not asking your permission," Logan growled.

What?

"Now, get those off for me," he ordered, naturally used to people complying with his every whim. He pointed to her jeans, and then her shirt. "I'm not kidding, Brooks. Take them off. I am your master, you know, and you do have to do what I say."

"Logan, this isn't FUNNY!" Zoey protested, still trapped against the wall. "I don't want this, I'm not ready, and Chase – "

"I'm sick of hearing about Chase!" Logan roared, slapping Zoey's face furiously. "Now, take those fucking clothes off or I'll take them off for you, Brooks!"

Zoey was in a panic. "Logan, if you make me do this – I mean, obviously, you can't. This isn't even legal! Come on, Logan, please, I'll do anything else."

As if he was talking to a four-year-old, Logan laughed. "Zoey, I don't want anything else. I want this. Please let me have this."

Zoey shook her head. "I can't," she whispered. "I love someone else. I love Chase. Not you. I'm sorry, Logan, but this isn't right anyway. You're abusing your power over me, and I don't love you and I don't want this and could you not breathe on me, please? Your breath smells like alchohol."

"Oh, it does?" demanded Logan. "Well, that's too bad. I don't plan on brushing my teeth right now. I'm busy with something."

Busy... with... what?

Logan dropped his towel and advanced upon Zoey, looking more menacing than ever. "Now you have until the count of three to get those clothes off before I do it for you. And believe me, if you let me do it, it's going to hurt. A lot."