Hello again! A word of warning…there is pretty nasty noncon in this chapter, so if that'll be triggering, exit this story now.

With that said, happy reading =)

Freax- I'm glad you're enjoying it so far! And don't worry; Jarod is introduced in this chapter, and I do plan to make him more prominent in the future.

caity88- Haha, okay! Thanks =D

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For the next several days, things were horribly tense. Chelsea didn't want to cause any trouble for herself, so she tried her best to obey Stan's demands to the best of her abilities. However, it didn't make him treat her any better. He still made her eat disgusting food, and took every opportunity to belittle her. Chelsea made herself ignore his horrid comments, but sometime she couldn't keep from talking back. That resulted in Stan bestowing more punishments upon her, even throwing her to the floor and kicking her at one point.

Despite the events of the week, Chelsea tried her best to cling to the thought of being rescued. Stan said her father had already asked if he had seen her, and he had denied it but wished the man luck with finding her. This did a lot to dampen the girl's hopes, but she made herself hang on.

The cops have to find me at some point…right?

OOOOOOOOOOOO

Stan didn't expect this young kid to walk into the funeral home and ask for a job. He was perfectly used to random jackasses coming in to harass him every once in a while, but nothing like this had ever happened. While he was reluctant in hiring the kid, something about him impressed Stan. He liked how he didn't seem put off by the funeral home, or by Stan's appearance. Heck, this guy looked pretty twisted himself. There was no harm in giving him a shot.

In the meantime, Stan was determined to break his prisoner. He had her in a highly frightened state, but the fact that she was still rebellious didn't sit well with him. All his other victims would immediately beg for their lives, claim they'd do anything to be released. That's what Stan needed, to see them in complete fear before crushing their brains in or beating the life out of them. But he wasn't seeing that in Chelsea yet. And as long as that was an ongoing thing, he had work to do.

I'm running out of ways to hurt her. I'd like to cut her up or burn her, but I wouldn't want her dying of infection before I'm finished with her. There must be something else I can do, something that won't kill her, but can do some damage…

OOOOOOOOOOOO

A few days later, Chelsea had just finished eating another rancid dinner, and Stan had left her alone yet again. Not too long afterwards, the girl could have sworn she heard the sound of his car starting. Her thought was confirmed when the sound went further away.

Oh, thank God…

Chelsea let out a breath of relief, thankful to have him far away for a change. She paced around her little room, trying to think encouraging thoughts.

Just relish this, Chelsea. Use this time to remember how Dad's looking for you. Stan's not nearby, so he can't hurt you right now. He's…

Something suddenly clicked with Chelsea, and she momentarily scolded herself with not seeing it before.

He's gone! This could be my chance to escape!

A week of pent-up adrenaline and hope ignited within her as she looked around, desperate to find a way to open the door. However, Stan had made the place immaculate, removing everything heavy enough to complete such a task. After a few minutes of scrambling around, Chelsea paused, resting her head in her hands in an effort to calm herself.

Then, she felt something in her hair and pulled it out.

A Bobbi pin…of course!

She ran to the door and started picking the lock. However, her hand was incredibly shaky, and it took her several tries to get the pin into the tiny little space. Her heart pounded as several minutes passed.

Come on. Come on, you've got to work…

Then, after about fifteen minutes, she heard a click. Not even bothering to retrieve the pin, Chelsea grabbed the knob and yanked the door open. She propelled herself up the dark stairs until she reached another door. After opening it, she found herself in a dusty coat closet. The smell of mothballs was quite overwhelming, and the girl couldn't help but cough for a few moments.

It took Chelsea a little while to reorient herself, but when she saw the front door leading outside, she went forward.

The sound of a car pulling to the driveway made her stop in her tracks.

No. No, no, no. Please, not now!

In her state of panic, Chelsea tried to clear her mind and think.

I could go back downstairs, but who knows when he'll leave the house again? On the other hand, if he finds out I escaped, he'll be furious. What the hell do I…?

Her eyes caught sight of a wooden bat leaning against a nearby wall. As she heard the car door open and shut, Chelsea ran over, grabbed the bat, and hid behind a corner of the room. The moment she hid herself, the front door opened.

Stan walked in and closed the door, locking it behind him. Chelsea tried not to breathe too loud as she kept her eye on her captor. A small shiver ran down her spine as Stan took off his hat, placed his keys on the counter, and made his way towards where she was hiding. She gripped the bat tightly as he got closer and closer.

It's now or never. Do it!

Chelsea swung the bat with all her might, hitting him hard in the back. Stan cried out in pain as he fell to the ground. The girl immediately backed up, keeping the bat raised as Stan slowly propped himself up with his arms.

"Let me out of here right now!" Chelsea yelled as Stan lifted his head to look at her. "I'll beat you to death if you don't, I swear!"

Something about the way Stan was looking at her nearly made her squirm. His expression was calm, but at the same time, he looked more dangerous than ever before.

"Try it."

Chelsea froze as the older man gradually got back to his feet. Despite her fear, she held the bat at the ready as Stan took a step towards her.

"Stay away," she warned, her voice betraying her fear.

"I thought you were gonna beat me to death," Stan taunted, not halting his movements. "Come on, let's see it."

After a few more steps backwards, Chelsea found herself against another wall. When Stan suddenly charged at her, she swung at him with the bat in a last moment of bravery.

He caught the bat before it could move two inches, ripped it from the girl's grasp, and immediately swung it at her leg. Chelsea yelped as a horrid pain shot up her thigh, but before she could bounce back from it, another hard whack sent her sprawling to the floor. Then, Stan bent down and grabbed her arm, yanking her back to her feet and practically throwing her in the direction of her prison.

OOOOOOOOOOOO

Stan had gotten the squirming girl down most of the staircase, but in a brief moment of fury, he violently pushed her forward. Chelsea cried as she fell down the rest of the way, landing in a messy heap. She tried to scamper away, but Stan grabbed both her shoulders and threw her against a wall. He right-hooked her hard in the jaw, spitting her lip open. Momentarily distracted by the pain exploding across her face, Chelsea tried to push him away. Having none of that, Stan grabbed her wrists in both his hands and threw her onto her mattress.

"You cow!" he snarled. "You're gonna pay dearly for this."

"Oh, fuck you!" screamed Chelsea, ignoring the shock and anger on her attacker's face. "You can do whatever you want, but there's nothing worse than what you've already done!"

This made Stan stop and think for a moment. A dark idea suddenly crossed his mind. It was definitely extreme, but he felt it was exactly what was needed. He paced for a couple of seconds before turning on Chelsea once again.

"Oh, so you think you're smarter, huh?" he asked scornfully. "You think you can get out of everything? I bet you do. I bet you've been flashing your cute little face around your whole life to get yourself out of trouble."

Chelsea rubbed at her bleeding lip, trying to keep herself from lashing out at him for his words.

"And what about that boy you worked with at the store? Don't think I didn't see the way you were looking at him. You'd open your whoring legs for him at any second."

That was it for Chelsea.

"That's not true!"

"Don't bother denying it," Stan goaded. "You've probably opened them for half the boys in your school like the little slut you are."

"You liar!" the girl screamed, her face red with anger. "I'm a virgin!"

Stan had to restrain himself from smiling.

Just what I wanted to hear.

A few tense seconds passed. Chelsea suddenly felt sick when she saw the look in Stan's eyes. Then, he took a few slow steps towards her.

"Good," he said in a chillingly calm voice. "That'll make it much better for me."

The moment Chelsea realized what Stan intended to do, she immediately tried to get up. But Stan quickly pounced on her.

"No!" she screamed as he turned her over and pinned her wrists behind her back. "No, get away from me!"

Stan ignored her. He was easily able to subdue her struggles as he used his free hand to yank off the girl's sweatpants. When he tried to do the same with her underwear, Chelsea squirmed with all her might.

"Please don't!" she begged as the underwear was ripped away. "Stop it!"

She didn't bother to hold back her tears as she heard him undo his belt and unzip his pants.

It took a little while for Stan to prepare himself. He was determined to go through with it, but he was actually a bit nervous. Much like Chelsea, he was also a virgin. He'd never even gone out on a date with someone. Still, that fact had never really bothered him until now. His anger returned as he stared at the back of Chelsea's head.

If we went to school together, she never would have given me a second glance.

After about a minute, Stan was ready. He forced her legs apart and lifted her thighs onto his lap.

"No, please…" Chelsea whispered, tears flowing from her eyes as she felt him at her entrance.

But her pleading went unheard. She let out a horrid cry as Stan roughly pushed himself into her. Chelsea felt pain unlike anything she'd ever felt in her life. No matter how much she desperately tried to get away, it was no use. The only thing she could do was try to keep still and wait until it was over.

Stan squeezed the girl's shoulder and bent over her, resting his other hand against her back. This was what he needed. Seeing Chelsea in the worst kind of pain possible completely renewed his energy. Eventually, the girl's cries started getting annoying, so Stan moved his hand from her shoulder to the back of her neck, pressing her face into the mattress.

Fortunately for Chelsea, it wasn't long before it was over. After the hand on her neck finally let up, she crawled forward and buried her face in her arms, releasing her sobs. But Stan didn't intend to leave her alone just yet. Once he finished rearranging himself, he crawled over the quaking girl and grabbed her head, making her look at him.

"Still think I can't do anything worse?" he hissed in her face, leaning closer when she didn't answer right away. "Huh? Do you?"

"No!" Chelsea wailed. "No, no, I don't!"

More than satisfied with this, Stan released her and rose to his feet. After staring at his crying captive for a few more seconds, he finally left. Chelsea curled into a ball as the lights in the room turned off. She cupped her center, trying to dull the pain. That made it worse. It was as if the hurt would never leave, inside or out.

After a few hours of crying, Chelsea's eyes finally started to get heavy. She welcomed sleep like an old friend, desperate to escape her torturous world.

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