She deserved what was happening to her, every bruise, every barbed insult, she had earned them all. She must have because if what Chuck did to her was wrong then surely someone would stop him. Dan tried to stop him. No, Dan is the reason he is so angry right now. The driver who never once looked in their direction while Chuck bellowed insults at her. The doorman to the palace who only ever offered a quiet greeting to Mr. Bass while holding the door open so that Blair could be more easily pushed and pulled towards the Bass suite. The maids that would clean up all the shattered glass, and set all the furniture right before leaving without a word. So he must be right, this was all her fault.

Blair was struggling to keep up with his long strides as Chuck kept a tight grip on her arm pulling her towards the limo waiting to take them back to the palace. When she stumbled in her attempt to catch up he didn't slow down to make it easier if anything he continued on a little faster. He couldn't understand why she just had to make everything difficult. She knew what made him angry, yet she just kept on pushing his buttons thinking their won't be any consequences to her actions.

The silence is worse than his screams, it means he is beyond words. Blair sat silently staring at the floor shaking in fear and anticipation of what was coming upon their arrival to Chuck's suite. Next to her Chuck sat with clenched fists trying to reign in his anger. He loved her so much, more than anything, more than everything. She just pushed him all the time, talking to other guys, interrupting him during meetings, making him look stupid because she knew something he didn't. Blair knew what made him angry and she just couldn't seem to help herself.

"Fucking bitch." it was barely a whisper but it was enough to cause Blair to flinch. "Chuck please. I didn't mean it. I'm sorry." With tears in her eyes Blair let out a sob as the limo slowed to a stop in front of her very own Tower of London. Pulling her through the lobby by her wrist neither Chuck nor Blair saw the people around them stop and stare after them. As soon as the elevator doors closed Chuck shoved her away from him and directly into the glass wall.

The crunch of glass being cracked was ignored as Chuck straightened his suit jacket. Blair held on tightly to the railing as she tried to remain upright as Chuck walked out of the elevator and into his penthouse fully expecting her to follow. Staring at her distorted reflection Blair considered simply taking the elevator back down to the lobby and walking out of the Empire once and for all. Instead Blair touched the cut on her forehead with shaking fingers, slightly surprised when they were stained red. He had never made her bleed before. I can't let anybody see me like this.Leaving behind her thoughts of escape Blair made her way towards Chuck's room to get a change of clothes.

After pouring himself a drink Chuck drained his glass and grabbed the bottle instead. How dare she do this to me! Who does she think she is? I'm Chuck Bass! Slamming the bottle down he stormed towards his room where he knew she would be hiding out. Like she could escape me. The door was closed which caused an even deeper frown to cross his face. This was his hotel his penthouse his bedroom, if she wanted to close the door he was the one she needed to ask permission.

Inside the room, completely unaware of the anger she had caused with the simple act of closing a door Blair had slipped out of her dress and was staring at the full length mirror. Bruises were scattered along her ribs and thighs, all in varying shades from deep plum to a sickly yellow green. Her eyes were drawn to a patch of raised skin that lay just beside her right hip. The letters CB in swirling script.

Not even a week after he had first uttered the words "I love you" to her Chuck had gone into a rampage having caught her looking through pictures from when she and Nate had been at prom. While she had been thinking of everything Chuck had done to make that night perfect for her, he was convinced she was going to leave him for Nate again. He had only calmed down after searing his initials into her skin using a lighter and his seal stamp. She was branded, like cattle.

Chuck stared at the door for a moment before reaching out a hand to turn the handle. Locked. "Blair!" His fist sammed into the door with enough force to shake its hinges. "You know how much I hate locked doors." Blair had completely forgotten, so wrapped up in her own head, she thought nothing of the click the locking door. "I'm sorry Chuck. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to." With a shaking hand Blair unlocked the door flinching back when it was immediately flung open. Before she could blink there was a hand wrapped around her neck and her back was slammed against the wall. "Who do you think you are?"

Blinking back tears Blair tried to push his hand away while struggling to breathe. "Running to little Humphry. What did you think would happen?" Black spots were spreading through her vision, Blair could feel herself losing conciousness. Just before she fell into the black abyss Chuck released his hold on her walking towards his dresser. Sliding to the floor coughing Blair couldn't hold back the tears any longer.

As she sat there looking alot like a broken doll Chuck turned back to face her a gun held loosely in his hand. "Get up." Scrambling towards the door Blair froze at the sound of Chuck cocking the gun. "I said get the fuck up." Turning back to look at the man she loved Blair shook her head not wanting to believe the monster standing there was him. "No, no, no." She just kept whispering that one word as he moved towards her pulling her to her feet by her arm. Chuck stared straight into her eyes gun pressed to her temple.

"Hey Chuck, man I'm starving let's get some food." Nate. He shouldn't be here. While Chuck was busy glaring at the doorway, Blair saw her opportunity to end this once and for all. "NATE!" Chuck's head snapped back to look at her slightly shocked that she would dare make a noise. There was no doubt that Nate heard her call and came running thinking Chuck was in trouble. What he saw was something he never could have imagined. Chuck had Blair's back pressed to his chest an arm wrapped around her neck gun still held to her head.

Nate could see all her bruises, evrything that se kept secret from him. From everyone. "Chuck, what are you doing? This is Blair, you love her." Puliing her closer as he saw Nate looking over Blair, Chuck wanted nothing more than to prove who it was that Blair belonged to. "That's right Nate she's mine, and I can do whatever the fuck I want with her." Blair knew she wouldn't be able to escape, she never had a chance. A small smile spread across her lips, closing her eyes Blair knew what was coming and wasn't afraid. No, she was ready.

"Hello 911 what is your emergency? Hello is anyone there?"

"CHUCK NO!"

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