r2j591: I believe this is what you were looking for earlier…The point for throwing Stuart into the mix was to show how bad of a place she was in. Stuart is actually based off someone I know in real life. He's gorgeous and looks practically the same, but he's the real gentleman. Off note, he actually carried my books home for me once. But the reason I put him in here at all is because I promised him I'd put him in a video game so it's practice.

My plan was to waits between updates regarding the compound but it's so hard to wait seeing as I have it already written! So here you go! I can't wait any longer!

Lily belongs to me because she is my OC. The rest does not belong to me.

Warning: This may be a trigger chapter to some readers.

The room was dark when she finally dared to think again. All that she could remember was screaming and those men all shouting for a turn. She was the lamb the wolves fought for yet somehow she was still alive to remember it. At that thought she began to cry. Her clothes were gone leaving her cold, naked, bruised, and bloody from being beaten against the ground and the handcuffs hurt more than anything.

She took the sheet from the mattress on the floor and wrapped it around herself to at least make her feel less exposed.

She was still in disbelief that Stuart had been a lie. What affected her more than anything was the fact that if they'd met in the real world and he asked her out, she would have said yes. When the world fall apart, it seemed most chivalry with it.

The large boots echoed off the walls as the leader walked down to her room. She was curled in the corner when he entered. In his hands he held an axe and a small bundle. At this point she was more than willing to accept death as long as she'd be free from this hell.

"Hold out your hands," he said after placing the small bundle on the ground. She refused to look at him. "Place your hands out. Please."

"Why?"

"I'm going to break the handcuffs."

"You're going to what?" Her voice was nervous and her body showed it too as she held her hands to her chest.

"There's not a damn key in this place and how else can you get dressed if your hands are tied."

"Dressed in what? A mattress?"

He exhaled slowly. "I brought you clothes. You have five minutes once I remove the cuffs to change. Do I make myself clear?"

She was too scared to refuse the serious tone in his voice.

"Hold out your hands."

Reluctantly, she held out her hands and closed her eyes. The axe was raised in the air and came down with a loud clang. His aim had been true. As she pulled her hands to her chest, he tossed her the dress.

'My hands. I'm so glad he missed my hands.'

"Five minutes."

'Why is he making me change? Where will I be going? Am I safe? Is help coming?'

She changed and waited for him to come back in. At exactly two and a half minutes he knocked telling her she had two and a half minutes left to change. At five minutes he opened the door and pulled her to her feet. Slowly he blindfolded her and then proceeded to lead her through the compound. After the incident with Stuart it was possible she might have known how to get out, so he wasn't taking any chances.

After last nights events, it was harder than usual to walk but she had to show that these men were not going to break her so easily.

"Where are you taking me?" she dared to ask.

"Somewhere different. Now move."

He led her to a room where he removed the blindfold and she saw a table was set up with a single plate of food and a candle in the center.

"Sit down."

There was no telling what could happen if she didn't follow his orders, so she sat opposite the food. Seeing the food made her realize that she hadn't eaten in days and her stomach longed for food while her back ached for medication.

"As you can see, you do not have food." There was a pause. "Aren't you going to ask why?"

'What was he playing at?' "Why?"

"To answer your question, I need to know something about you. Are you right handed?"

She inhaled slowly. "No, I am left handed."

"Knew it," he said not meeting her eyes and instead taking a bite of the rice on his place.

"If you are to dine with me, you must have proper table manners and proper table manners cannot be learned overnight. Being left handed means you do not know how to use the silverware properly in your right hand, therefore it is just easier to feed you. Here." He took a forkful of rice and offered it to her. Hesitantly, she leaned in and took it.

She was so worried about what was in the food that she didn't even taste it. She sat wringing her hands in her lap as the leader of these men sat before her perfectly fine with her presence.

The tense dinner passed that way for at least half an hour. By that point he was done eating and had given her only a bite or so more. He took the napkin from his lap and dabbed the sides of his mouth before placing it down next to his empty plate.

"Come." She took his outstretched hand and he pulled her to her feet.

His steps walked around her as she clutched her elbows to feel secure.

"Lower you arms," he ordered.

With much nervousness, she lowered her arms and stood there as he examined her slowly drinking in every detail of her appearance. Lightly, so lightly she jumped, he placed his hands on her shoulders, sliding the soft fabric away to reveal her bare shoulders.

With giant hands he clutched her upper arms leaning in deeply to smell her neck before placing a series of kisses which made her skin crawl.

The dress fell to her waist leaving her exposed. She wrapped her arms around her chest, but the second she did, the leader threw her into the wall and pinned her arms down so he could examine her.

"Don't you dare hide anything from me," he spoke softly in almost a hiss.

She closed her eyes as his lips ran down to her stomach, but when his teeth sank into her chest she gave a cry of pain. The warmth of her blood running down her chest made her want to cry.

He didn't even say anything after he bit her which made the whole situation scarier. The silence was deafening as he continued to take what he wanted from her.

All of her other senses had gone numb in the hope of blocking him out. The smell of booze on his breath. The way his hands essentially covered her shoulders and chest. The moans of pleasure he derived from what she could give him.

"Yeah, you'll do," he whispered in her ear. "I'll keep you."

As if on que there was shouting and gunfire from elsewhere in the compound. Lily's head shot up in hope that this was her chance to escape.

"You make one noise, you die," he hissed. The thought disgusted her, but from how happy she'd just made him, he was not going to kill her.

"Down here!" she shrieked.

He threw her against the wall, distracting her just long enough to grab the tape that had been hidden under the table.

"Don't you dare touch me!"

He bound her arms behind her back and taped her mouth shut. He grabbed her throat and forced her head up as he wrapped the tape around her head no less than six times. Loud footsteps echoed off the walls outside the room. The leader grabbed her and dragged her under the desk with him thrusting the knife to her throat. There was no way she was going to shout because she could feel the blood running down her neck. She found it hard to breathe.

The footsteps slowed near the door before it was kicked open with a loud bang.

"Anybody there?!"