Kidnapped

Chapter 12

(Lucy's POV)

Luke drags me to his sleek black car and snaps that it's only the beginning. Tears brim in my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. He makes me sit down and I lean my head against the cold window, letting out a shaky breath. After the officer had shown up, Luke decided another move would be good for us. He took all of the other girls first and left me for last.

"We have a special place for you," Luke says, smirking. I hate that smirk. It's all he ever seems to do around me.

"We? And what do you mean special place?" I can feel my panic starting to set in.

"Yes. Did I forget to mention we have a new companion? Well, we do. You'll meet him... now." Luke pulls over and a tall man slips easily into the car. He has brown hair and eyes. He isn't ugly, but not handsome either. "This is Shane. You will address us both as master or sir. Got it?" Luke finishes.

"Yeah, whatever," I mumble. Great another sex slave to another man. Oh the joy.

"Yes what?" Luke yells, spitting in my face.

"Sir." I snap back, glaring.

He smirks at me, as he always does, and turns back to driving. "Dude, she's hot," I heard Shane whisper. I'm literally right here!

"Trust me, I know," Luke says back, smiling. This makes me cringe. How could they so shamelessly talk about me that way when I can hear them? I lean back against the glass as Shane and Luke talk quietly together.

It's been a few hours since we started driving and I slept the whole way there. When I was awoken, I saw what Luke meant when he said 'special place.' There's a small abandoned building in the middle of a forest. Where does he find these places?

Luke drags me inside while Shane opens the door. The inside isn't that bad, surprisingly. There's furniture and a kitchen and two bedrooms with two bathrooms. Shane drags me into the kitchen and sits me down on one of the rundown chairs.

"Listen up. I'm going back to the others while Shane and you stay here. I'll be back in a few days. I want to see something new, Shane," Luke instructs. Wait, I'll be here alone? Why can't I be with the other girls? Fuck, I'm so screwed.

Shane smirks at me while I glare back. Luke leaves Shane and I and the house grows silent. He smiles evilly at me before walking away, only to come back moments later.

He has a rope and duck tape in his hands. He yanks me up by my hair, causing me to yelp in pain. He just drags me into the basement as I scream. This only makes him laugh harder. While being escorted to the basement, I notice several cameras. Luke must have this whole place wired.

I'm thrown into a chair and then tied up to it. He puts the duck tape on my mouth and ties my feet together with it. I scream into the tape, which elicits a deep laugh from Shane.

"Go ahead and scream, no one can hear you. No matter how hard you try," Shane snickers. I scream and kick some more at his statement. I finally given up, realizing it's no use. This is it. This is how I'm going to die. He walks to the corner of the basement and grabs something. When it glints in the faint light, I realize that it's a knife.

He walks over to me, twirling the blade in his fingers. Shane pulls my shirt down showing the top of my breasts. I squirm, praying he won't actually do anything with it. I scream in agony as he carves 'MINE' into my chest. When he's finished, the blood flows down my chest, soaking my shirt and the top of my jeans.

He makes more marks all along my body, each one just as painful as the first. When he seems satisfied, I end up slumped in my chair, having no fight left in me. He unties the rope and takes the tape off. Falling out of the chair, I land on the ground on my hands and knees. Pain shoots up me from the contact with the concrete.

Yet again, I'm yanked up by my hair and dragged up the steps. Shane throws me into the master bedroom and I land on the floor, limp. He lifts me up again and throws me onto the bed. I land with a thud.

My vision is blurry and I feel like the world is spinning. Or maybe it was just me and I didn't realize it. But wasn't I on something hard? I just couldn't think straight. My hands are cuffed to the bed, along with my feet. Shane rips off what is left of my clothes and then his own.

It takes me a second before I realize what's happening. I start to struggle and scream. "No! Please! Stop! NO!" I scream at him. My efforts are pointless because it seems like Shane is getting off on it. He grins, preparing himself.

He ignores my continued pleas and starts to thrust into me. I cry out in agony as he has no mercy on me. He's even worse than Luke and that says something. It felt like hours before I felt his liquids inside of me.

I scream and scream, unable to do anything else. My body hurts and my face is tear stained. Shane leaves me to bleed and cry. My chest still hurts, too, from where he carved 'MINE' into it.

"Will you just let me go?" I scream at him.

"Sure! When Hell freezes over!" He yells back. My tears come out in waves, taking over my face.

After getting choked up and not being able to cry anymore, I can feel my body numbing. It's not long before I slip into a dark pit of unconsciousness.

What feels like days later, I wake up in the basement. I'm tied to a chair again and I can't move. I slump in my seat, knowing there's nothing I can do. I'm probably going to die in here.

Shane and Luke descend the stairs. Luke is already smirking at me, as usual. He traces over the words that would scar on my chest. I'll never love myself after this. Hell, I already hate myself.

"Very good job, Shane. Did you have anymore fun with her?" Luke asks, clearly pleased.

"Of course I did," Shane replies. A lustful look clouds his eyes as he watched me. I cringe when I remember what happened only hours ago. My body starts to ache again and I feel dizzy.

"Good. Very good," Luke compliments Shane. "I'm leaving. I won't be back for a while. Take care of her," Luke smirks at him before moving close to my ear and whispering, "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you." I suppose he just went for an errand earlier today. Didn't he say he was leaving for a few days? Or maybe I was hearing things. I couldn't remember and I don't bother to stress about it.

I cringe, thinking about the other times Luke has raped me. He'll be back and the cycle will start again. He backs away and leave with Shane in pursuit. I'm left in darkness. Silence.

Shane comes back down the steps to tell me that dinner is ready. He unties my hands and drags me to the dinner table. I watch as he makes us both a plate.

Well, at least now I know it's not poisoned if he's eating it. He hands me my plate and I dig in. My stomach is empty and I feel terrible. I eat fast, but not too fast so I wouldn't do anything to damage something since I haven't eaten in a while. I hadn't even realized how hungry I was.

"Damn, girl. Luke doesn't feed you?" He asks, somehow managing to sound genuinely concerned.

"As if you care," I state, throwing my fork down. I've suddenly lost every bit of my appetite.

"Well, since you're done, come with me," Shane grabs my arm and drags me to the hallway. We stop at one of the doors. We enter a nice, large room. "You're staying in here. This door will be locked, so you can't leave. Now, there's a phone that only makes calls to my cell if you need anything. That's all so goodnight and goodbye," He says before slamming the door. There's a click, confirming that he surely locked it.

I look around the room. It's decent sized and has a large bathroom. The room is ocean themed. There's a television and the phone Shane mentioned is on the nightstand. Deciding to watch the television, I turn it on. The news was first to come up.

I cringe when I hear my name. It was just an update, explaining that they've found nothing, but they're still searching. I don't even know where I'm at, or even if I'm in the same state. I'm done for either way. I can feel my head spinning so I decide to take a shower.

Shane had left clothes in the drawers and I find something my size. When I walk into the bathroom, I put my stuff on the marble counter top. How can Luke afford to move so much and still have these nice things? When I open the curtain, a scream erupts in my throat. There sat my dead classmate Stacy.