Ah shit! Hey guys! Its been freaking forever! I know… god I suck… sorrrrryyy. It's just I've been so busy at uni… you know actually trying to pass… heheh. Also I had writers block for a while. I mean I knew what I wanted to write but there were so many ways I could do it, and it was hard to pick! So I decided to do what would be most fun to write! But too be honest it was hard! Cause I want certain things to happen… but it is too soon! Real life doesn't happen that fast xD Anyway… enjoy. I'll put more commentary at the end!

Chapter Twelve

Hancock woke up in a dark damp room. The cold bit at her bare arms and legs. She couldn't understand why it was so cold. She was lying on something hard, a bed maybe? She wasn't sure. Her eyelids were heavy and it took her a while to be able to open them but when she did it was pitch black. She tried shifting to get a better look but pains shot out from different parts of her body warning her not to move, she decided to just shut her eyes and wait for the pain to dull.

It must have been hours later because when Hancock opened her eyes again she could see a small slit of light where she assumed the door was. This time she left her eyes open long enough to realize she was in a room, before her head was too fuzzy to make the connection. There were no windows, but there was furniture, or at least she saw shadows of what may be furniture. She was also lying on top of something, probably a bed but it was difficult to tell since it was so hard. There were no sheets and Hancock was reminded that she was cold. Her arms and legs were bare… Where were her clothes?! Luckily she could feel she was still wearing her lingerie… Hancock tried once more to get up or sit up to get a better look at her confinement but again her body protested. Her limbs felt heavy and hurt every time she was forced to move them even slightly. She closed her eyes again.

This time Hancock was awoken by the pain in her stomach. Her body was telling her she must eat soon and her need to urinate was the worst of all. She shuffled herself to the end of what was probably the bed, afraid to move too much in case her limbs protested violently again. Getting to the end she realized she was indeed on a bed that was off the ground, meaning that if she wanted to relieve her screaming bladder, she would have to move.

Shifting her arms slowly she was able to avoid the sudden pain but the dull ache was still uncomfortable. Her legs weren't as forgiving to her moving and she gritted her teeth in agony.

"Why am I so bruised?" She whispered to herself as she got herself into a sitting position with her feet hanging off the side of the bed. Her feet touched the floor gingerly and it sent cold chills down her spine. Pushing onto the bed Hancock attempted to stand up only to meet the floor with her temple after her legs gave out.

When Hancock awoke again her roaring bladder gripped at her in pain and begged to be relieved. She was in the bed again and this time and she had a duvet draped across her. She tried once more to get up off of the bed and this time she was rewarded with a triumphant, although slightly shaky feat.

The room was bigger than she expected. She wasn't entirely sure what everything was because it was so dark but she assumed the big rectangular object at the end of the room was probably a wardrobe, and the object next to it was probably a desk. The slit where she assumed the door was still had the light shining through and next to it was a shape she couldn't comprehend. A chair maybe?

Hancock shifted one foot towards the weird chair and felt stinging pain run up her thigh. She shifted her other foot and again searing pain. Gritting her teeth she made her way to the chair and touched the top lightly smiling to herself when she realized it was a toilet. She didn't waste any time to take control of the pains she could stop.

Having a toilet in the room was weird but right now she was definitely not complaining. Clearly this room was set up for her if there was a toilet… that was safe to assume she thought.

Getting up again Hancock ignored her aches and made her way to the shadow she thought was a desk. Indeed it was and on top of it she felt a book. She couldn't figure out which one so she gave up and moved to what she thought was a closet. By now her eyes had adjusted enough that she could see what was in the room but not with very much detail. The room was bare, with a bed, desk, wardrobe and toilet. Very much like any prison she had heard of read about.

She couldn't remember how she had gotten here, and with no clothes on. She knew obviously who had done it but not how and where all her aches had come from… Even during the rape she was never this bruised. From the kidnapping… Though she really couldn't remember much about it.

Her stomach screamed out in hunger again, she must have been here a while if she was already excruciatingly hungry. She wondered if she would get fed… but that would mean the bastard was going to come to that room. She would rather die!

Die… She would rather kill herself… she could kill herself!

Hancock searched the room for something sharp. Something quick. She saw nothing. She looked at the toilet again and slowly made her way to it. Maybe if she could break the lid the plastic would be sharp enough to cause harm, but there was no lid, she could probably just bite her tongue off. Thinking about it again, she might be rescued. She couldn't do that to the people she loved. She couldn't kill herself. Biting of her tongue meant she really would want to die, because of how difficult and how much it would hurt, but she didn't have it in her… she wanted to live.

Tears stung at the edges of Hancock's eyes, it wasn't fair! She would rather die than have that horrible man touch her, yet she couldn't do it. She wanted to live to see Zoro again.

Zoro…

Her heart ached when she thought of him. Just a way to go, after a stupid fight. It was like a stupid clichéd movie. Let's just hope this was going to have a happy ending like most movies.

Walking or more shuffling back to the bed Hancock let herself gently drop back onto the hard surface. What was she going to do? The bastard would come visit her eventually.

Rubbing her arms against the chill of the room Hancock came across a ragged stitching in her arm and a small tube or injection device pressed into the stitches.

"What the fuck?" She whispered tugging at it gently.

Suddenly and without warning her mind went fuzzy and she felt her head hit the bed hard and caused the edges of her eyes to go dark before she closed them completely.

Hancock again woke up probably hours later. Hoping this was the last time she would pass out for no reason, she didn't move but shifted her eyes around the room. The light was on but she didn't see anyone. Shifting her head slightly to get a better look around the room now that she could actually see caused a large groan from deep within her throat. Her head was pounding horribly and her previous aches seemed to be even worse than before.

"The Benzodiazepine that I used on you doesn't seem to go well with your body I see. It's a sedative, so whenever you do something to try to get away or something I don't like then you will be injected and pass out." His voice was lacy and caused Hancock to physically feel sick to her stomach.

Sliding off the bed slowly, Hancock crawled to the toilet, though more dragging, using her arms which stung less to pull herself across the floor in the most degrading manor. Her throat burned and her stomach twisted in knots. She hadn't seen him yet but her vision was blurry. If she followed her ears she would assume he was near what she assumed was the desk. Grabbing hold of the toilet, Hancock wretched into it with a force that made her throat disobey with pain, emptying her stomach of only water, Hancock sat there for a while just waiting it to stop. She really needed food soon, especially if she was going to wretch more often, dry heaving was the worst.

Turning slowly and leaning against the toilet after flushing, the farthest place from that man in the room, Hancock looked up at him with angry eyes.

How could he do this to me?!

"Welcome Hancock" He said with a sickly smile.

He looked older, with more wrinkles as if he had been stressing or not sleeping at all.

"Where are we?!" Hancock whispered with narrowed eyes.

"Oh if I told you that… where would the fun be? You don't need to know. You aren't ever leaving, when I'm done with you I'll kill you, then I'll kill myself"

Hancock stared at him in dismay.

What?

"Why do you look so shocked? You got kidnapped a week ago after I got kicked out of the house, you probably told that green haired boy as well, people are going to make the connection and eventually spot me whether I want them to or not, but for now we still have plenty of time to have fun sweetie. I won't take the life of that beautiful body of yours unless I really need to, besides I love it when you react!"

"I'd rather die" Hancock hissed.

"Speaking of which…" her stepfather continued pointing up to the corner of the room where Hancock spotted what looked like a camera, she wasn't too sure though since her eyes were still blurry.

"That my dear, is a camera. You do anything stupid like even touch the injection on your arm and I will make you pass out. You will lose a lot of your day if you keep doing that, plus it intensifies pain… don't want that do we? You've been here for almost a week already sweetie, but it doesn't feel like that does it? The only indication is your hunger isn't it? So if I were you I wouldn't keep passing out." His usual smirk was in place as her looked at Hancock with smouldering eyes.

This was different than usual. Normally he was turned on with her but he did like her cooperation, she always knew that he was sadistic yet he didn't want it feeling like proper rape, so he made her work by blackmailing her but now, he just didn't seem to care. He was a man that lost his family because of his carnal desires so instead of ignoring them or at least keeping them under control, he was clearly now going to do with Hancock all that he ever wanted to do. She would probably die in the process because of that look on his face.

Hancock felt true fear deep down in the pit of her stomach as she imagined what the next few weeks, months or even years were going to be like. She couldn't wait for people to find her, because her stepfather was going to kill her when they got close. She needed to get away on her own, before he even tried anything.

The man started towards Hancock, forcing her to back away however he didn't touch her.

"I'll get you some food now, don't want you dying on me too soon now" He said with a wink before leaving Hancock alone in the room again. She heard the lock shift and knew she was stuck in that room till he came back. A few moments later the light turned off and Hancock was surrounded by darkness.

The room was plain from what she saw in the light, just a bed, and the other things she had discovered in the room whilst in the dark. Why turn off the light if there is a camera? Probably night vision?

Having nothing to do Hancock sat down on the bed and tested her limbs, stretching them as far as she could without overly hurting herself. She had a few bruises yes, but it was obvious that most of the pain and stiffness came from that stupid injection that was placed into her arm.

It felt like hours had passed when her stepfather returned with her 'meal' if you could call it that even. Getting fries and she assumed what was a burger from the closest fast food restaurant was not feeding her at all, but she was starving and really couldn't complain. Apparently she hadn't eaten or drunken anything for four days…

Placing the food by her feet and throwing her a big bottle of water, he left the room, locked the door and turned off the light. Eventually however he would come for her in the sense he always did. She didn't know what she would do if that time came.

Grabbing the bottle of water first, Hancock swigged down as much as she could before she needed to come up for air. It filled her stomach quickly and quenched her thirst. Next she dug into the bag of food, grabbing handfuls of fries and whatever else was in there. She ate so fast she couldn't really taste anything but felt better after.

Leaving half the bottle of water and food, she hid it under her bed for another time she was hungry. She didn't know when her stepfather would have the decency to feed her again.

Feeling fully fed finally, Hancock easily dozed off for more hours. When she awoke she had no idea if it was even the same day anymore. She was completely out of it and knowing if it was day or night had become the least of her problems.

Looking around the dark room, Hancock sighed and made her way to the toilet again to relieve her daily bodily functions.

Unlocking sounds came from the door and Hancock knew what was about to come. Hoping off the toilet and pulling up her underwear back up, she leaped towards the bed forcing her still sore limbs to punish her with blinding pains that came in rolling waves.

The light switched on before the door opened and Hancock was blinded right away. Closing them, she waited for her eyes to get used to the sudden brightness however when she opened them they were still blurry.

There in the doorway she could see shape, her stepfather no doubt. She couldn't really see details but he was walking towards her with something in his hands. What was it?

The closer he got the more she could see, clothing was what he was holding and he threw it on the bed next to her. On his face she noticed a malicious smile and the smouldering look he usually had when he was about to do something to her body.

No!

She screamed in her head. She no longer really needed to protect her secret from her family, and her sisters were clearly not the ones he wanted. In the past she was so against telling people because part of her thought it was her own fault. That if she had tried harder then he wouldn't have wanted to do this. After meeting Zoro, Hancock realized it wasn't her fault; it was completely her stepfathers disgusting desires driving his criminal acts.

She no longer had a reason to comply with the bastard, this was it. If she was going to die, then she wasn't going to let him touch her again. It was true, she really didn't want to die, but he wasn't going to kill her just yet. If she got the chance then she was going to get out of there.

Zoro would find her… or at least make sure it wouldn't happen to her sisters.

He looked at her, or more watched her as she attempted to cover up her body. His eyes were like spiders crawling up her skin and sent shivers up and down her spine. He was disgusting. Never again would she let him touch her in the way he used to. He was no longer going to be touching her, never again. If he was, it would be over her dead body.

He walked towards her slowly revelling in the expressions her beautiful face made. From anger to fear and back again. The girl clearly couldn't make her mind, she clearly wasn't sure whether she was afraid of him or not. He felt this was the wrong decision. She needed to be afraid. Very afraid.

He sneered as his shins lightly hit the end of the bed. Only a few spaces separated the two. Hancock pressed up against the wall attempted to glare at the horrible man. If only looks really could kill, it would save her a lot of problems. Reaching his hand over, he placed it on the mattress only a hairs breath from her shivering leg.

Taking a deep breath Hancock looked the evil man in the face, he was a lot stronger than she. So, if he got angry… he would kill her. He said he was going to do that anyway. He no longer had the leverage over her that he used to. Hancock's family was no longer his hostage when it had come to this. So if it was only her dying, there would be no guilt at least.

Slowly she felt his cold slimy hands make their way onto her bare leg. Gripping her slightly to alert her that he indeed was touching her now and that she wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

Over the years he didn't just physically abuse her, he mentally destroyed all her barriers so in the end she had nothing left to fight him with. The physical pain she could deal with, a couple hours of pain and eventually it would dull, however the psychological pain never properly dulled and if it did, it was a long time after.

Hancock took a big gulp and shifted her leg away from her stepfathers touch. He didn't move to grab hold of her. Waiting patiently for what she was planning to do. She wasn't surely going to fight him now, was she? It had been years since he started their relationship, never once except for maybe a few weeks in the beginning did she fight him. Not after he killed her rabbit and placed it on her bed. His warning to her that he wasn't too afraid to take measures if she struggled, and at the time she was too young to fully understand that he was practically powerless if she went to the police. After a while she just couldn't anymore out of shame.

"Get your fucking hands off of me!" She hissed pulling her legs into herself. She didn't want to make herself look smaller; however she also didn't want any part of her body near the creep and give him some sort of a chance.

He moved towards her again, this time quicker. Grabbing a hold of her leg roughly and digging his nails into her skin, keeping her still and making her regret her decision to fight back, but only slightly.

"Are you sure you want to do this, love?" he hissed back in an equally angry tone. It was true he went through all the trouble to kidnap her, so he probably really wasn't in the mood for her to finally have grown a backbone.

Taking another big gulp, Hancock nodded as she pried his fingers of her leg, leaving nice red half-moon shapes on her calf from his nails.

Without warning, Hancock felt pain flare up from her check where she realized she had been slapped roughly. Tears spare at the edges of her eyes but she refused to let them fall, her sheer willpower kept them in as she glared at the man.

"Bad mistake sweetheart" he purred, his eyes smouldering. It was disgusting to think that her fighting back was turning him on. Hancock regretted checking but indeed there he was looking very restricted in his oddly casual jeans.

Making his move once more, he rested his hand lovingly against Hancock's face, caressing the cheek he had slapped so viciously moments before, making her sick to her stomach with his fake affection. Turning away from his hand and glaring some more, Hancock shifted off the bed away from him, feeling she had more authority whilst standing.

Looking her over, Ruyi realized how attractive this girl really was; it reminded him why he went crazy and ended up ruining his own life so he could be with her. Be with her… this isn't really being with her but he knew that she hated him and this was the best he could get. Which was fine, he didn't really want her emotional issues anyway. She was just a slutty bitch who was going to give his body pleasure, and then he would kill her. He enjoyed it more when she fought back. He wanted her for her body and that was it. In the end he didn't see the girl as human.

Yes, he loved it when she fought back because he believed she couldn't really do anything to him. Hancock, to him was just a weak teenage girl whom he would steal her adolescence and make her wish that she was going to die soon. She wasn't going to get away no matter how hard she tried.

"I don't think you should fight this" He purred to which Hancock made no answer. They both knew the other wasn't going to give up, so now it was a case for whose spirit broke first. Ruyi was pretty confident it wasn't going to be him.

Moving forward for the last time, he grabbed Hancock by the back of the neck and jerked her chin up to look at him. His evil smile spread across his face with triumph.

"You. Belong. To. Me." He hissed silently.

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