A/N: Okay this isn't as graphic as I kind of wanted it to be but it's more abuse then sexing. So I hope you guys like this and the next chapter is written already so review and you shall get it :)

You're so hypnotizing
Could you be the devil
Could you be an angel

Kiss me, ki-ki-kiss me
Infect me with your love and
Fill me with your poison

Take me, ta-ta-take me
Wanna be a victim
Ready for abduction

I scream ripped from my throat before I could stop myself. The smell of burnt hair and skin filled my nose as Punk ran the flame up my chest and across my neck. The orange light made Punk look even more evil.

"Shut the f*ck up you whore." Punk snarled as he flicked off the lighter. "That was a test to see if I would have to gag you and from the noise you're making already, it looks like I will." He smacked me across the jaw. My head snapped to the side as I whimpered again.

Punk just smirked at me as he went to his bag. He pulled out quite a few items I couldn't make out in this dim light but he started chuckling. " Changed my mind angel face. The gag will wait. I wanna use that pretty little mouth again."

Before he could grab me and pull me to the floor, I got off the bed and crawled on my hands and knees to him. I gave him one of my pretty on air smiles and tugged at his shorts. " Don't hold back please." I whimpered as I tugged the shorts down his leg.

"Don't worry kid." Punk chuckled as he grabbed a handful of my hair. "No one is gonna want you after this."

" I don't care." I told him before swallowing him down. I didn't mind this part really, I usually controlled the pace and Punk was nowhere near as big as Wade. I just closed my eyes and did anything that I knew would make Punk happy. I tried pulling away but his hands tightened in my hair.

"not yet." Punk groaned as he trust harder into my mouth. I started gagging when he kept hitting the back of my throat. I opened my eyes once my nose brushed against his crotch. I started hitting his legs weakly as I started to choke. I looked up at Punk and pleaded as best as I could, I couldn't breathe and I was about to be sick. Punk chuckled and pulled away.

"You look like a mess." He laughed harder. I whimpered and wiped the spit off of my chin. My eyes hurt and my throat was raw.

"My throat hurts." I whimpered more to myself as I coughed harder. Punk nodded and handed me a bottle of water. I smiled at him before taking a long drink. The minute the clear liquid hit my mouth, I spit it out on the floor. It was vodka not water.

"Drink it all now." He said sitting back down on the bed.

"No I don't drink." I said shaking my head.

"Drink it now."

"No."

Before I could react Punk grabbed the leather belt off the bed and smacked me across the back with. I screamed and curled into ball because the blows just kept coming. The leather and studs ripping into the skin on my back. I lost counts of how many blows before he kicked me on to my back and put his foot on my neck. I tried clawing at his leg as he put more weight down.

"You gonna drink it now?" He asked with a grin. I whimpered and nodded as best I could before he took the foot off my neck and kicked me the tall cold bottle.

I grabbed it with my shaking hands and unscrewed the lip. The toxic smell almost made me sick. I wrapped my lip around the top and tipped the bottle back. I chugged it down, everything felt like it was on fire as I finished draining the bottle.

"You vomit, you're cleaning it up." Punk said as I started gagging. I nodded and got up alittle too fast. All the booze went start to my head. I couldn't focus and my legs were shaking. " Walk over here."

I tried taking a step but my knees locked and I fell forwards like a dead weight and cracked my forehead against the edge of the bed. I didn't even feel it, all I felt was blood dripping down my forehead.

"Stupid pathetic drunk." Punk sighed as he pulled me up on to the bed. He shook his head again before kicking back down to the ground. My vision blurred and I felt so fucking cold. I heard Punk get up off of the bed and pulled me up so I was lying down. I looked up at him and my vision blurred.

"I love you angel." Punk said as he lifted my legs on his shoulder. My head lolled to the side as I tasted blood.

" I love you too Punk. I'm yours." I slurred as my eyes slipped closed.

"No one is going to ever want you after this." All I felt was a searing pain in my lower back before I blacked out.

I woke up when I felt myself being lifted up into someone's arms. The body felt warm and strong. I instantly cuddled into the warmth, it dulled the pain in my head.

"Bring his back to his room tell Slater to clean him up."

"Okay Punk. Is he broken?"

I felt a hand trail up my bare back. It was cold but I couldn't move. I just whimpered and cuddled more into the warmth. The hand rested on the back of my neck and squeezed hard. I didn't even move, I just closed my eyes and whimpered.

"I hope so, if he isn't I'm loseing my touch. Now Mason get the fucking nasty whore out of my sight."

I wrapped my week arms around Masons thick neck as he turned and started walking down the hall way. I felt nothing; I didn't feel a burning in my lower back or a pain in my head. I felt cold, that's all I felt. Being numb felt really nice.

I felt Mason stop to open a door and I was dumped on the floor like trash. I could vaguely hear Heath as the comforting blackness overtook me once again.