Peyton was breathing fast, still panicking. What just happened? Where did he go? What was going on? She had a nervous feeling he wasn't done with her. She sat there, petrified, expecting him to come back any minute, fear clutching in her stomach, and the minutes passed. 5 minutes… 10 minutes… 15 minutes…

And then, after about 20 minutes, she heard the door creak open. He stood in the door opening for a moment, anticipation making his eyes spark. Peyton sat up, fearful of his behavior.

"What's going on?" she managed to get out. Derek didn't answer. He was scaring her, more than usual.

He slowly walked over to her, but she crawled away from him, not wanting to be a part of whatever he had planned.

Silly girl. He grabbed her foot, and pulled her back to him. She desperately tried to get out of his grip, but he easily overpowered her. "Don't be scared, Peyton."

"What's going on?" she repeated loudly, panicking. Derek took out the key to the chain, and released her from it. Peyton pulled her foot away from him, and pressed her knees against her chest.

"Get up," he said.

"No."

"I said get up."

"No."

Derek wasn't going to ask again. He grabbed her arm firmly and dragged her off the bed. Peyton tried to get hold of the bed sheets or anything else that would hold her back, breathing rapidly with panic. He managed to get her off the bed without much struggle. "Let-me-go!" she stammered, trying to fight his painful grip around her arm. He ignored her, and dragged her out of the room against her will. Once they got to the living room, a sharp smell hit Peyton. It smelled like burning wood, and it was hot. At the corner of the room, there was a fireplace she hadn't noticed earlier, and it was now burning ecstatically.

This alarmed Peyton. They were heading straight for the fire, and she figured whatever he was planning on doing, she wasn't going to like it.

Once they arrived by the fireplace, Derek turned to look at Peyton, his eyes big with excitement and determination. "Sit down on the floor," he demanded.

"What- why?" Peyton asked concerned.

"Just do as I say, Peyton."

"N-no! You can't make me-" she tried to say, but he had no patience. Derek hit her hard in the face, making her squeal, and he threw her to the floor. She tried to get back up, but he held her down.

Her eyes were glassy from tears, and her chest filled with dread and fright.

"Whatever you're planning on doing-, p-please don't!" she whimpered.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. Don't worry," he told her reassuringly, but she was not reassured at all. Suddenly she felt his hand on her back, and he grabbed the bottom of her shirt, ripping it off. She cried out in terror, and then watched as he pulled out a sharp blade from the fire. It was glowing red from warmth, with sparks burning brightly on the metal. Peyton suddenly realized what Derek was planning on doing, and she panicked more than ever. "No-no-no-no!" she wailed, as he forced her down on her back, pinning her to the floor by sitting on top of her. Her stomach was completely naked, and he stroked his hand gently over it.

"I'm going to show them… all of them… who you rightfully belong to," he whispered, staring at her with a deranged expression. Peyton felt herself starting to hyperventilate, and tears of fear and agony fell down her face. "Don't-don't!" she pleaded, a crying mess.

He moved the burning hot blade towards her stomach, and in the next moment, it pierced into her skin. Peyton made a soul-piercing cry, louder than she had ever screamed before. The pain was beyond imaginable, it blinded her, it made her choke. She squirmed from underneath him, trying to get away, hysterically kicking and crying, her eyes rolling. Her skin was burning from the cuts he carved into her, and Peyton was unable to breathe. She just needed it to stop. Derek struggled to hold her down, she was going too crazy from the pain, but he didn't stop carving. "STOOOOP!" she desperately screamed in one breath, before she lost her breath again, her hands pulling desperately at her hair.

"Stay still Peyton, we're almost done," he muttered, but she didn't hear him over her screams. Why couldn't it stop? The hot blade burned like pure hell, and all Peyton could do was scream and scream, unaware of all other surroundings. She tried grabbing his shirt, scratching his skin, and pushing him off her, still with the blinding pain overpowering her. She had never felt a worse pain in her life.

Finally, he stopped.

He looked down at her with a pleased smile. Peyton tried to catch her breath, trembling brutally, and sweat was running down her clammy face. She felt sick, she felt numb. The cuts on her stomach burned as if he was still carving. Her vision went in and out of a blur, along with his face. Peyton started gagging, and she turned to her side and threw up. She wasn't able to move, she was only lying there with her continuous shaking. Then she could feel him lift her up and gently carry her somewhere. His warm hand brushed her hair away from her face and then he put her down into the soft bed.

"It's okay now, Peyton, it's over. We're all done," he whispered in her ear. He disappeared for a moment, but then he was back, holding a wet cloth and wiping her sweaty face with it. She moaned in pain, but wasn't able to speak. Then she felt him put the wet cloth over her wounded stomach, and she flinched in discomfort.

"Shhhh" he breathed, continuing to clean her wound. It was only when he finally left her alone again, that she dared to look at what he'd carved into her skin. Slowly, she raised her head, feeling dizzy and sick, and tried to get a look at her stomach. As she got a look at it, she had to keep herself from throwing up again. Upside down, she read the big letters carved into her skin: "MINE FOREVER".

The shock made Peyton whimper in dread, and it made her skin crawl. The letters bled, and her whole stomach was red from the harm. Those terrible words would be scarred on her forever. A burning pain that wasn't coming from the cuts filled her whole body. An intense headache formed in her head, and her eyes filled with tears of disgust. She felt the dizziness overpower her, and she passed out at last.