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Warning: There will be a rape in this chapter, so if you're uncomfortable with that, you might wanna skip it.

Peyton was back in her room, feeling safe and relieved, convinced it had all been a bad dream. She had her stereo on loud, enjoying the music as it filled her body and soul, making her feel protected and strong. Peyton felt like she hadn't drawn in forever, so the first thing she wanted to do now, was to fill some empty sheets with her thoughts and imagination again. Peyton smiled as she found her painting equipment, thinking about Lucas. Was she going to see him soon?

Nope… You'll never see him again.

What? Oh, just a negative thought. Peyton shook her head. Of course she was going to see him soon, he'd probably show up in her room any minute now. She smiled again, feeling her heart beat going faster and the butterflies going crazy in her stomach. Suddenly, there was banging on the door to her room. Peyton jumped, feeling surprised.

That must be Lucas! Why was the door to her room closed, though? She never used to close it…

Oh well. She went over to the door, looking forward to seeing his face again, and she opened.

There he was. It wasn't Lucas. It was him, that tall, thin man, with blonde hair falling into his eyes. And those blue, lustful eyes stared at her with such cruel intensity, as he smiled at her.

"You!" Peyton screamed and opened her eyes at once, sitting up. She was in bed again. She looked around, and was confused at where she was for a second. Then she remembered. "No, no, no…" Her head fell into her arms, as crushing disappointment and fear washed over her. The dream felt so real… why couldn't it be real?

While she was lying there with her face covered in her hands, she didn't hear him come in.

"Peyton…" When Peyton heard his yearning voice from the doorway, it scared her like nothing had done before. She looked up at him, as he was standing there… He had this hungry look in his face, and his eyes were shining of greed and lust. Peyton hastily sat up, terrified of what he was planning on doing.

He slowly walked closer, and Peyton could feel her anxiety growing.

"I was just thinking about how much I love you, Peyton. It seems like you don't get it. You refuse to cooperate with me, because you don't understand this love we have. I figured this is the only way I'll make you understand. So that's what I'm gonna do… make you understand."

"Derek, please…" she whispered, begging. It felt like she couldn't breathe. Was this really happening?

"I've waited so long for this… I can't believe you're here, at last. And you're all mine…"

His eyes measured her with such craving that she only wanted to hide herself in the covers, anything to have him not look at her like that.

Derek crawled over to her on the bed, delicately kissed her on the forehead, and then, before she knew it, he had grabbed her hands and started tying them to the bed. "NO!" Peyton moaned, and wildly started to fight. "Please Derek, stop! Stop it!" No matter how much she screamed and fought, he only seemed to get more excited. He had this sick smile on his face while he powerfully tied Peyton's hands together to the bed, and she kept screaming and begging.

Peyton frantically tried to kick him away with her feet, but he just pushed them out of the way as if they were nothing. Kneeling between her legs, he looked down at her with an insane passion. Peyton could only look up at him, petrified, as he pulled his shirt off. She started whimpering and sobbing uncontrollably, still trying to squirm herself away from him, but she was stuck.

"Don't cry, Peyton."

Derek gave her a pleased smirk, and then he started kissing her neck. Peyton felt a horror inside her, horror she had never felt before, as she realized what he was going to do to her. And there was nothing she could do to stop it. She could not believe this was happening to her.

He went from kissing her neck, to slowly kissing his way up her thighs, holding her feet tightly to keep them still. He then violently ripped off her dress, and Peyton made a soul-piercing cry.

"Ahh… you're so beautiful, Peyton!" Derek said, staring at her body and shivering with excitement.

"And you're DISGUSTING!" she screamed at him in blind rage and terror.

"You know what? I think we're gonna have to shut you up," Derek said threatening, and pulled out a cloth from his pocket. She did all she could to twist her head away from it, but at last he managed to fill her mouth with the cloth, and tie it around her head. She tried to curse at him, but the words got choked in her mouth.

"That's better now, isn't it babe? We don't want you ruining the mood."

Peyton intensely stared at him, hoping she would set him on fire with the hatred she felt for him.

Derek started caressing her stomach and body, kissing her everywhere. He came up to her face, smelled her hair, kissed her lips erotically, and as he was lying on top of her, still with his pants on, she could feel his arousal slowly growing against her thighs. She closed her eyes in disgust and terror, praying for a miracle. As he continued to touch her, Derek slowly started slipping his pants off, leaving him in boxers only.

Peyton continued to howl and cry, fighting to get away from him, but it only seemed to make him desire her more. His hands slipped down her body, and all of a sudden, she could feel his hands slowly removing her underwear. This made Peyton cry out in dismay. She kept trying to kick Derek away, but was unable to harm him, as he was placed between her legs, and holding them down.

"Oh yeah… turn me on, baby. Try to fight me. God, I love you," he said, shivering with orgasmic pleasure. Eventually, he started removing his final piece of clothing, while stroking her hair. Peyton closed her eyes hard, feeling like she was going to throw up from the repulsion and fright.

Derek took a hold of her chin, pressing his nails into her skin.

"I didn't say you could close your eyes!" he warned her dangerously. Peyton refused to open them, thinking she was not going to give him the satisfaction of doing what he wanted her to.

"Open them and look at me, or else!"

Or else what? What are you gonna do to me, exactly? Peyton thought, but opened her eyes slightly, glaring at him.

"That's right, Peyton… I want you to be here with me. We're in this together, you know…"

Peyton could almost laugh. In this together?

As his evil, blue eyes looked into hers, he made the final, terrible movement.

From the moment he forced himself into her, Peyton's safe world was wrecked, gone… forever. Peyton started screaming into the gag, screaming for anyone to hear her. Screaming like she had never screamed before, as he was scarring her soul and leaving her broken. Peyton moaned in pain and torment, praying for it all to stop. She looked up into his face, and saw the vile pleasure forming in his face. He was making loud noises, and saying things to her… things she weren't able to hear.

Tears were streaming down Peyton's face from misery and hurt. She was unable to breathe, unable to think. She was only able to watch him; that perverted, depraved monster ruining her, bit by bit… shattering her world into a million pieces.

Peyton tried to escape… She tried thinking that she was someone else for a moment, and that the girl lying there, having her life wrecked, was not her at all. She was just a normal girl with normal worries, and had nothing to be concerned about in a simple world. Then reality smacked back into her, and she was looking into those cold eyes again, watching him howl in delight.

Was it ever going to end? It kept going and going, the pain never easing…

After a long time, it finally stopped. She tried to breathe, but hardly managed to, feeling her whole body shaking wildly. Every time she tried to take a breath, it was like the air got stuck in her throat and got sent back out, before she could breathe in properly.

Peyton could hear him talk to her from far away, as if he was somewhere else.

"Yeah, that's right… You're like a proper slut now, aren't you?" he mumbled. "You'll do whatever I ask of you, won't you? That's right, my little sex slave."

She closed her eyes, a single tear falling down her bruised face.

His wet lips touched hers, and then he crawled off her and disappeared.

Peyton was left there in the darkness, mutilated and shattered, feeling as if she was never going to experience hope or joy ever again.