Survival

Chapter 31

(Two Weeks Later)

February slowly rolled by. Until Valentines Day eventually passed. It would have been Elsa's first one to celebrate if she was with Jack.

But she's not anymore. They're over.

And Jack has actually abided to her wishes to stay away.

He hasn't spoken to her, called her, or looked her away. It's as if he easily erased her from his thoughts.

And Elsa doesn't know how to feel about that.

It's been around two weeks since they spoken.

She hasn't talked to anybody actually. No one.

It's as if she's a ghost. No one has payed attention to her. No one has talked to her.

No one cares.

*•*•*•
It's late at night. And that's when Elsa woke up startled, with a feeling that something is different; something is wrong.

"Perfect timing. I was about to wake you."

She lets out a terrified yelp at the sudden voice.

She feels the man walk closer. Until he reaches for the nightstand and flicks on the light from her small lamp.

He heart drops as she takes in the man.

"L-Luke?"

He grins at her and nods his head. "Who would have thought that sweet, innocent, and quiet Elsa had a second life? The life of an undercover slut."

She begins to shake her head.

No. No, no, no.

This is a nightmare.

This is a nightmare.

But Luke continues on. "My friend recommended this place. He didn't know who you are. He was too drunk to remember. But he described you and I decided to see
for myself if it's true or not."

He walks closer until he sits on her bed. Elsa scoots away, shaking underneath the covers.

Luke reaches for her and cups her chin and hisses, "Get out of bed."

She swallows her tears and shakes her head. "P-Please, don't do this, L-Luke."

"Get out of bed," He repeats, losing his patience.

He stands up and Elsa does the same, fearing he'll hit her if she doesn't listen. She pulls away the blankets and stands as far away as she can from him.

She crosses her arms against her, like some protective shield.

The tears start to spill as Luke orders, "Take off your shirt."

She begs him one last time, "Don't make me do this, L-Luke? You're only d-doing this to spite Jack. But me and him are o-over. You don't have t-to do this."

Luke crosses the distance between. "You're right. I am doing this to get back at Jack."

He looks down at her and smiles, "But I am doing this anyway. Take off the shirt." He brushes a hand over her neck.

Elsa let's out a small whimper.

Luke walks back to where he was standing and leans against the wall. "Besides, I already paid the money. You're mine for tonight. Now undress."

Elsa slowly removes her shirt.

For the first time in her life, the cold did bother her. Being exposed like this, to someone she knows, sends a chill throughout her body.