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Author's Note: this chapter might be disturbing in some parts. So be prepared!

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And then he kissed me.

And then I did something unbelievably stupid.

The minute his lips touch mine I smacked him right across the face.

Veronica

The second my hand connected with his face my brain started screaming at me. It was saying 'what the fuck were you thinking Veronica!' and in that split second I braced myself for what would happen next.

In all honesty I really thought I had just purchased myself a one way ticket to spend eternity with Lilly. What I was expecting, was for the rage to come out in Duncan and for everything to go dark for the last time. But what I had expected and what happened were two different things.

When I slapped him he stepped back quickly and just stood there. He didn't say anything, he didn't move, there was nothing and in that moment I was even more scared than ever because I really didn't know what was going to happen.

He had no expression on his face, he just stood there for what seemed like forever and I just sat there, because I didn't know what to do or say.

I didn't regret my actions, but I had no idea if this was the calm before the storm and I had no idea what this particular storm would bring down on me.

Duncan

When Veronica had slapped him he had moved so quickly from her he hadn't actually remembered doing it. He didn't understand why she had done it and for that matter he didn't understand why he hadn't hit her back. He didn't understand why his rage hadn't erupted in a shower of bone breaking blows to her face and body, because he was more than angry. So he had just stood there and stared at her as he finally began to realize why.

It was because she was his Veronica. She wasn't one of those cheap imitations he had met in Australia, one of those stuck up bitches that he'd had to teach a lesson to. No, he didn't want to have to teach Veronica that lesson, not unless he absolutely had to. So he decided to give her a chance to explain herself before he took matters into his own hands.

For the first time in over a year Duncan had allowed reason to take over and he didn't like it.

He just continued to stand there as he calculated his next move. He could see the fear in her eyes, she didn't know what to expect and she was just as immobile as he was. After a few minutes of the silent stand off Duncan finally spoke.

"This is about Logan isn't it?"

Veronica

I hadn't been prepared for that question. I really didn't think he would bring Logan into this, which was stupid of me, so I guess that what I mean is that I had hoped he wouldn't. I should have known better. Of course he would be looking for an excuse for my actions, any excuse other than the fact that I just didn't want him.

And truthfully, it had everything to do with Logan, but it had way more to do with the fact that I didn't want him, and that's what I told him. "No Duncan, this is about me. This is about what I want and I don't want to be with you."

He just stood there for a second thinking about what I had said and then he finally responded. "You're lying, this is all about Logan. You'll never be with me if he is still in the picture will you?"

He hadn't yelled but his tone was forceful, I could actually hear his anger and that scared me, because I was no longer only afraid for my own life, I was afraid for Logan's as well. So I tried to reason with him. "Fine Duncan, you're right, this does concern him. But he's not the reason that I don't want to be with you. I don't love you and I never will, I love him. Can't you see that?"

"No Veronica, I can't see that! Because you're wrong, you're always wrong. Logan isn't the one for you, you don't love him, you can't. He can't be what you want him to be, he can't be me. I'm the only one for you!" He was mad and I could see the rage starting to grow as he continued to speak. "You and I are meant to be!" Now he was yelling. "And you'll realize that! I'll make you realize it! He's nothing! He's nothing to you! And I'll prove it to you! He can't compete with me! Nothing that he ever does can compare to what I have done for you!"

He moved in closer to me with his face inches from mine and I could see right into his cold rage filled eyes. "Do you know how I know that Veronica?"

I just shook my head, afraid to speak.

"Because I am the one that killed Madison for you!"

I flinched when he said it, how did I not see it? How could I not have suspected him when I heard?

And then he leaned back in and hissed his next words at me. "And he definitely can't make you feel the way that I can make you feel."

It was like something snapped inside of him, I didn't understand what was happening, because before I knew it, he was right on top of me, yanking me from the chair and dragging me to the bed.

I was screaming, kicking him, hitting him, and all the while my head was spinning. I couldn't go through this again, I couldn't handle another rape, I couldn't handle the idea of him touching me.

As he threw me on the bed I continued kicking him and screaming at him, yelling no, yelling for him to stop, but he wasn't listening.

He ripped my shirt off and his hands were instantly all over me and I was sick to my stomach.

In no time he had moved to my sweats and thats when my anger came back and my survival instinct kicked in.

That's when I hit him again, but this time my fist connected with his nose, breaking it with the impact. That's what got him off of me and he stumbled back from the bed starting at me in disbelief.

He just stood there watching me cry and try to cover my naked chest and through the tears I could see the rage that I'd created in him. The only thing I had left to do in that moment was beg and that's exactly what I did. "Please Duncan, please just let me go. You don't want it to happen like this. Why would you want it to happen like this? Please." I was crying, I was breaking and I could feel it. I was losing control.

I knew it.

And apparently, so did he.

Duncan

He couldn't believe she had lied, he hated being lied to.

This had everything to do with Logan, if he wasn't in the picture she would be his, nothing had changed. She told him she didn't want him and that was a lie too, she had always wanted him, she always would.

Duncan knew he would have to do something about Logan, he would have to remove Logan from the equation once and for all. He told her he knew she was lying. He scared her, he wanted her to be afraid for Logan's life because she should be. If she loved Logan as much as she said she did, she would be willing to trade herself for him and Duncan knew that he had that option if he wanted to take it, but for the moment he refrained.

He started to grow even more angry, he raised his voice and her confidence was starting to waiver, he could see it in her eyes. She started trying to reason with him, but he wasn't interested, so he told her that she was wrong, that she could never love Logan because Logan wasn't him, that they were meant to be together and that Logan was nothing.

He told her he would prove it to her, that Logan could never compete with him and nothing Logan could ever do could compare to his actions. And then Duncan leaned in close to her and asked her if she knew why. She shook her head no and he confessed that he'd been the one that killed Madison and he'd done it for her.

When he saw her flinch he knew he had her, he moved in closer, told her that Logan couldn't make her feel the way he could and then he snapped.

He was tired of talking, tired of trying to make her see that he was the only one for her, he was just going to show her.

Before he even knew what he was doing he had ripped her from the chair and had started pulling her to the bed as she fought him, his rage had finally come through and he felt good.

She was just like those other girls after all, she needed to be taught a lesson, she needed him to prove to her that she was wrong.

He could hear her screaming and could feel her kicking him but he just ignored her and when he got to the bed he threw her down and tore off her t shirt.

His hands went immediately to her breasts, god how he enjoyed the way they felt as he slid his hands over her chest, down her ribcage and over her stomach until he reached the waistband of her sweats.

But just as he was about to tear them from her body as well she punched him and he just shot back startled, he couldn't believe she had done that.

He could feel blood running down his face and a sharp pain in his nose, she had broken it. The stupid bitch had broken his nose and the rage he was feeling was almost uncontrollable

He stood there staring at her while she tried to cover her exposed body, he watched her cry, he watched her start to break and when she started to beg, he knew he would win and he knew she was aware of that too.

He walked up to the bed, grabbed her wrists with his right hand pulling her to him as he leaned down and whispered in her ear. "You are not going anywhere. You are mine. Forever. This is not over Veronica. I will get what I want." He pushed her back onto the bed, using his weight to hold her down and with his free hand cupped her right breast again roughly, making her cry out again. "I will take it from you by force if I have to. I don't want to, but I will. I promise."

And then he dropped her wrists, removed himself from her and walked out the door leaving her on the bed sobbing.

As he left he smiled, e really had wanted to do this right, he really had wanted her to come to him willingly.

But she hadn't, she had refused and he realized he was ok with that, it would just make it much more fun for him.

Because to get what he wanted, he was going to have to break her completely, take every ounce of strength she had and then, she would never be able to tell him no again.

Veronica

"You are not going anywhere. You are mine. Forever. This is not over Veronica. I will get what I want. I will take it from you by force if I have to. I don't want to but I will. I promise."

Those were by far the scariest words she had ever heard.

As she laid there crying she knew that she couldn't reason with him anymore, nothing would get through to him and she prayed that Logan was close, that he was on his way. Because she knew that when Duncan came back into that room she was going to have to make a break for it.

She refused to stand there and let him rob her of her dignity and her strength, she refused to let him turn her into what he wanted her to be, she refused to end up like Madison Sinclair.

But she also knew that she was close to her breaking point and she needed a plan.

Duncan

After Duncan had left the room he had gone to one of the spare bedrooms to try and clean himself off.

Mad was an understatement.

He couldn't believe how ungrateful she had been, she hadn't even thanked him for killing Madison.

She had brought it on herself, she just refused to admit that Logan could never be for her what Duncan was.

He knew she was close to breaking, he could tell. The look on her face when he had her on the bed would have been enough for him to see it, but when she started to beg he was positive.

After he cleaned the blood off of his face and changed out of his ruined shirt, he laid down on the bed remembering how her skin had felt under his hands.

Next time he wouldn't stop. No matter what she did, he would continue. He would make her feel everything he felt, his touch would be the only one she would feel for the rest of her life.

He'd there for awhile he decided, give her time to settle down and come to her senses. But even if she didn't it wouldn't matter because his plans wouldn't change.

And as he headed back to the master bedroom, back to Veronica, he smiled.

Because this time he would take it all away from her and he would take his own sweet time doing it too.

Veronica

It had been at least two hours since he'd left. I wasn't sure how long exactly, but I knew it had been at least that.

After he had left the room it had taken me a while to find my composure, I'd pulled myself off the bed, retrieved a new shirt from the dresser, put it on and then sat back down on the bed.

I still couldn't believe what had happened, but I also couldn't believe how lucky I had been. I didn't even want to think about what would have happened if I hadn't broken his nose.

Duncan's confession about Madison had been an eye-opener for me and I had to be honest, I felt a little guilty, in a way I felt that her death had been my fault.

When I had finally calmed down I started looking for some sort of weapon, I knew I wouldn't be able to get away from him on my own, I'd need help, but here wasn't much for me to work with in the room and then I remembered the towel rack on the wall in the bathroom.

I walked in and saw that it was only connected by two screws so I start to pull and twist, it finally gave way after a few minutes and I went back into the bedroom with the bar in my hand.

I pulled two of the pillows off of the bed, walked over to the door and set them down next to it on the side where the door would open hiding me from Duncan. I knew the weapon wouldn't be enough, I needed the element of surprise, so I sat down on the pillows and waited.

When he came in I would move around the door, hit him with the towel bar and run.

So I sat there, anxiously awaiting my escape and hoping to god the plan would work.

Because I could hear his footsteps coming down the hall.

To be continued...

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Authors note: All capacity for rational thought has left Duncan, that is why he seems to keep changing his mind. he can no longer control his rage or his actions.