Part 8

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"Wake up, Lucy,"

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Slap! My eyes shoot open at the pain of a slap across my face. I try to reach my hands to my face, but they're tied above my head. Slap!

"This is payback for earlier, you little brat! You think just because Natsu took it easy on you that you're free? You're not!" Sting growls as he continues slapping me. I'm tied to the same wall I used to always get tied too when I lived here, I'm hanging here, my toes barley able to touch the ground. Sting delivers one final blow to my face before stepping back.

"Why don't we get this trashy little dress off you, slut?" He slowly steps towards me, and I start shaking. Nothing has ever scared me more than Sting. In all my time here, he's focused most of his attention on me. He leans in close to my face, breathing on my neck.

"Ready to make up for lost time, Lucy?" He slips the straps of my dress down my shoulders and unzips the back of my dress, leaving it barley clinging to me.

"P-please, Sting..." I whimper. He grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head down.

"Never call me by just my name. I am your fucking master you bitch!" He spits on me and punches my stomach.

"Ack!" My stomach was still sore from Flare kicking me, and this only made it worse. I coughed up more blood, and Sting laughed. He runs his fingers across the bandages on my thigh. I'd forgotten about that wound until now.

"Keep misbehaving and I'll make sure this wound takes even longer to heal," Sting threats.

"I-I'm sorry..." he squeezed my thigh, which hurts like hell. "I'm sorry m-master! P-please," luckily he lets go, and I use that time to try and forget about the pain running through me. He turns around and walks towards a closet and opens it, searching for something. He grabs something, but I couldn't see what it was. Sting walks back over to me and finishes removing my dress. I'm left in only my white lace bottoms and bralette, feeling way too exposed.

"Look at you, Lucy," he pushes himself against me and slips his hand in my bottoms.

"No, please!" I beg. I'm crying my eyes out, I don't want him near me. Sting smirks and leans in towards my ear. I feel something leathery rubbing against my curves, and my eyes widen. This bastard has a riding crop.

"You're such a little whore. I bet you let your old master have whatever he wanted from you. Yet you always give me problems. Why?" He backs away and smacks my stomach with the crop, making me scream.

"I. Said. Why." He repeated.

"B-because you're a piece of shit, Sting! You and Rogue both! We weren't even 18 yet when you took everything from us! Buying selling women! You're a fucking disgrace!" I spit at him.

He laughs. "Natsu bought you too, you know,"

"He treats me with respect. I know for a fact he would let me leave if I wanted. You are a completely different story," He stares at me for a moment. He starts laughing like a total maniac before he starts hitting me over and over again with the crop. I scream and cry out, but nothing eases the pain.

"You deserve this you disrespectful whore!" He's hitting me everywhere he can. My legs, my stomach, my breasts. Red marks covered me, some even bleeding. Eventually, I pass out.

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3 hours later

"Dear god, Lucy please wake up!" I recognize Juvia's delicate voice pleading with me. My eyes flutter open and I see Juvia covering her tears. "Thank god!" She hugs me and I choke back a scream. My entire body is in agony. Juvia leans back and apologizes.

"What happened?" I ask.

Juvia crosses her legs and sniffs. "Sting and Rogue won't let the four of us in the same room. I have no idea where Erza and Levy are. Rogue split is up after he mad us..." Juvia chokes and starts bawling. I gasp and realize what she means. Rogue always made Juvia and Levy do things together. I believe he has a thing for their blue hair. Despite my pain, and crawl over to Juvia and embrace her.

"The boys will find us, Juvia. I know they will," I bury my face in her hair and don't let go of her. I believe in my words. I truly do.

Natsu's POV

"This is bullshit!" I yell, slamming my fist on my counter. Gajeel, Jellal, and Gray are all sitting around the kitchen drinking.

"You know it's the fucking truth, Natsu. We can't involve the police in anyway. They'll find out," Gray sighs. Gajeel takes out his phone as dials a number.

"Who are you calling?" Jellal asks.
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"Zeref and Mavis Dragneel,"

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