Kidnapped

Chapter 8

(Lucy's POV)

Luke hadn't caught me so I hit the ground and twisted my ankle. I hadn't thought to tuck and roll like David did. I struggle trying to get up, but fail miserably. Luke huffs and throws me over his shoulder, something I'm growing uncomfortably used to. I couldn't really fight back. Pain was coursing all throughout my leg. It's the second worst feeling of my night. Actually, a lot of things were on that list and I'm not even sure what's where. Everything hurt now.

David and I are thrown into the back of a white van as usual. This just seems like a normal thing now. This fact makes me cringe. I shouldn't be expecting things like this. Luke goes to the driver's seat as his new associate goes to the passenger. David and I sit in silence. At this point, there's not much to say. I knew Luke would be coming back for me, it was just a matter of time. And now I'm stuck with him for God knows how long.

My stomach starts to feel queasy when we hit a dirt road. I should still be at the hospital, not bumping around in some old, crappy van. It means that we're probably close.

My theory is correct because a few minutes later, we stop and Luke smirks at us evilly. The fact that he gets off on this is what bother me the most. No sane person enjoys doing this stuff to people. Luke deserved to be locked away for life, to rot until he was sent to Hell where he belongs.

I'm thrown back over Luke's shoulder - something that doesn't even surprise me - and we're brought into yet again, another cabin in the woods. David and I can't help but huff. It makes me wonder what happened to the other one. Maybe the location was compromised or something. We're brought down into a basement, one similar to the old cabin's. David is tied to one chair and I'm tied to another. The chairs are facing each other. A devastating feeling lingers in the pit of my stomach.

I knew what was about to happen. We were about to get tortured. I know that Luke won't kill me, but I'm worried about David. Who knows what Luke's going to do to him. I was right. My stomach drops when I see Luke pull out a gun.

He aims it at me and starts to say pointless things that I'm not even paying attention to. I was too busy staring at David's equally scared face. He knew he was going to die and I knew it too. I mouth, "I'm sorry," and he mouths it back.

Luke takes the barrel of his pistol and hits David in the back of his head. David's head falls forward and he groans. I let out a strangled cry as I see the blood from his head spatter everywhere. Luke holds the gun to the back of David's head.

I thrash around, knowing it's useless, but feeling like I should at least try. David is going to die either way. Luke pulls the trigger. David's eyes widen and his chair falls forward. The void in his eyes will be permanently etched into my mind. David's head hits the concrete, causing the blood to spatter even more. He's dead. I start to scream and cry, angry and upset all the same.

"No! Please stop! Why did you do this? Why can't you leave me alone?" I scream at him. Luke just smirks and goes up the stairs with his fat associate. I struggle to get out of my chair. I didn't even know why I was trying. I wasn't getting away any time soon. The only reason left to fight is for the girls here and Jason. Seeing David lying in his own pool of blood made me want to hurl. His expression looked like it'd permanently be etched in a frown.

The air starts to get thick and I can feel myself growing incredibly sick. The last thing I see is Luke trailing down the stairs, smirking at me before I black out.

I wake up restrained to a bed. I pull uselessly at the cuffs on my feet and hands. It only causes blood to come from my wrists and ankles. I squeeze my eyes shut at the sudden pain. Not only that, but my shoulder was throbbing from the strange position it was in.

Luke walks in a few moments later. He's in nothing but his boxers. It's then that I realize I'm only in a lace bra and underwear. I start to struggle against my restraints again, despite knowing I'll never get free. It's no use. I'm going to be raped again.

Luke yanks my bra and underwear off, leaving me bare. Why does he buy these things just to destroy them? He must get off on it somehow. He takes off his boxers leaving himself bare, too. I close my eyes and brace myself for the pain to course through my body. He starts to press at my chest squeezing hard, causing me to wince in pain.

It's unexpected when he suddenly thrusts in. My body is on fire and I can't do anything to get away. It hurts like hell. Everything just hurts all over. It's pain times a thousand, and then some. I feel like I've been in this situation too many times before.

When he's done, my body goes limp. I show fear all over when Luke's new associate comes in with only boxers on. Was I going to get raped again? Probably.

He crawls onto me and tries to kiss me. I turn my head so he misses. He doesn't like this too much. He slaps me before taking my face in his hand and directing my own lips to his. He forces my mouth open, but I just sit there, unable to really move.

He eventually gives up on that and goes down to my chest. He starts to rub my breast harder than Luke did. I cry out in pain as he bites my chest. He slides in and out of me, fast and hard. He has to hold my hips because of all the squirming I'm doing. If he's going to rape me, I'll do everything I can to make it hard as hell. When he's done, I'm done. My body had gone limp and it felt like I was on fire.

He leaves me, slapping my face one more time before leaving.

The room starts to spin. Blood is pooling around my legs, soaking me completely. My arms and legs are bloody too because of all the struggling I've been doing. Luke and his associate come in and they start to beat me. They slap me everywhere possible. They were even hitting me with belts.

I could feel the bruises rising. Blood keeps pouring out of my wounds. When they finally leave me, I start to scream and thrash around, ignoring the pain everywhere in my body.

I'm hallucinating. The hallucinations continue to get worse as I see more and more strange people coming to rape me. I see Chloe laughing in a corner. I really start to scream now as it becomes more than I can handle. Everything is incredibly overwhelming and I can't take it anymore.

Luke comes in with a syringe in his hand. He injects it into my neck. I start to cry and grow sleepier and sleepier by the second. The pain in my body is only getting worse as a new drug courses through my body.

I suddenly start to feel calm until I'm finally out.