This chapter is definitely T rated. Ian does some bad stuff, so prepare yourself. And Lyssie actually ends up using self-abuse. Just to warn you guys.

Lyssie sat on the floor of the room where she was being kept. It had been nearly three days since her kidnapping. Had Riley gone for help by now? He probably had. Why wouldn't he?

Lyssie winced as she took the wet towel, pressing it down on a cut on her forehead that Ian had given her a few hours before. Bruises from the past few days covered her arms, legs, and chest. The door opened, and Lyssie jumped, trembling. Ian walked in, looking as cocky as ever.

"Good evening. How are you feeling?"

Lyssie stayed silent, curled up on the floor, still pressing the towel to her forehead. Ian came closer.

"Come on now." He said softly. "You don't trust me?" Lyssie inched away slowly.

"No." Her voice cracked, sounding weak. Ian kicked her hard in the stomach. She let out a cry of pain. Ian chuckled.

"You'd do well to do as I say, miss. Now get up."

Lyssie just stayed down, in too much pain to stand. Ian grabbed her by the shirt, wrenching her to her feet. She cried out again. Ian pushed her against the wall harshly. The textured wall scratched her back.

"I told you to do as I ask." Ian growled. He let her go a moment, but then pinned her wrists against the wall, one above her head. Lyssie could feel tears welling in her eyes. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. Why did Ian hate her so much? What had she done to deserve this?

"I told you I'd have my fun with you. I think I'm ready to." Ian smirked. Lyssie trembled. She tried to struggle, but his grip was too strong. He pressed his weight against her body, pinning her to the wall. She could feel new bruises forming on her wrists.

"Wha…" Lyssie didn't even have time to finish. Ian suddenly pressed his lips roughly onto hers in a bruising kiss. Her mouth was still open in surprise, and Ian took advantage of this by shoving his tongue in.

After a few minutes, he suddenly pulled away, taking her by the wrists and spinning around. He shoved her back onto the bed, and she fell onto it hard. Trembling, Lyssie tried to pull herself off the bed, but Ian acted fast, pulling her back up.

"Stand up!" He shouted roughly. She stood up, her knees shaking beneath her as tears brimmed in her eyes. Ian kissed her again roughly, his hands harshly undoing her jeans. She began to tremble harder as she suddenly realized what Ian meant by 'having fun'.

Ian suddenly lifted her shirt over her head, pushing her back so she was lying on the bed. Ian licked his lips smirking.

"Ready or not, here I come."

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As the door slammed behind Ian an hour later, Lyssie let out a strangled cry. She grabbed a lamp, throwing it the floor. She let out another cry as it shattered. Lyssie crawled on her hands and knees to the corner in pain.

She'd seen something fall from Ian's pocket. Lyssie felt around on the ground and picked it up. A pocketknife. She closed her eyes, thinking. She hadn't done it in years. Since high school. There had been a few times during September of 2001, but she'd been desperate. And she was desperate now.

She switched open the blade, eyeing the sharp metal. It couldn't be any worse than what Ian had done, could it? Swallowing, Lyssie let out a sigh, rolling up her sleeve…

UGH! I hate myself now. I hate Ian, and I hate myself for doing that. Why did I do it? I have no idea. You can hate me for it if you want. I hate me too.

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