Survival

Chapter 32

Luke kept his word. He was back the next day—on Saturday—to finish what he started last night.

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With a hand to her bare chest, he lays her down on the bed.

Conceal don't feel! Conceal don't feel!

He hovers over her, smiling as if this is normal. As if this is fun.

Elsa turns her head, unable to look at his face. She has always turned her head every time someone was on top of her because the last thing she wanted was to see their face. To look into the eyes and face of her rapists was unbearable.

Since the beginning of all this, months ago, those faces haunted her nightmares. It would be weeks until she would have a pleasant sleep again. So, now Elsa doesn't look at them. Instead, she turns her head away.

When Luke's tongue trails her jaw and neck, Elsa has to swallow the bile in her throat.

C-Conceal don't feel.

When he enters her, it takes all of her will not to move, not to cry, and not make any noise. The last thing she wants is to make it seem like she enjoys the physical aspect of this.

At the end of the day, she is human. There have been times in the past when she couldn't help but...climax. But it wasn't because she enjoyed it. It was only because her body was reacting to what was happening. And Elsa didn't know what that made of her. Because she climaxed, did that mean she...enjoyed it? Elsa promised herself to never think on that ever again.

Luke grunts as he thrusts into her, gripping her arms tightly enough to bruise.

"Scream Jack's name," Luke pants.

That was enough to make her look at him.

"What?" She whimpers.

He thrusts back in hard, causing her to wince.

"Say his name, Elsa. Scream it." Luke doesn't hold back as he rams into her.

"I can't," she breathes, trying to resist the pain he's causing physically and emotionally.

Jack's name? No. No, no, no. That is so wrong. And cruel. To say his name in this moment feels like a violation and an act of betrayal of some kind.

Luke is sick! He is undoubtedly the sickest being to ever walk!

"Say it," he hisses, shaking the bed with each movement of his.

"No," Elsa whimpers.

Luke wasn't in the mood for games. With one hand he gets a hold of her neck and starts choking her.

Elsa gurgles and coughs, scratching at his arms to let go.

Luke squeezes tighter causing Elsa to struggle under his grip.

Luke brings his mouth to her ear and in a low voice says, "Undermine me again and I'll choke you until you pass out."

He lets go and Elsa immediately starts to cough as air once again makes it down to her lungs.

Luke continues thrusting into her. Waiting.

"J-Jack," Elsa whimpers.

"Louder," he grunts.

Elsa chokes back her tears and repeats herself, "Jack."

Luke does not stop. His body drives into hers relentlessly and unforgiving. All while Elsa continues to say Jack's name. Over and over and over.

***
(Hours Later)

After Luke injected her with heroin once more, he left. It left Elsa unconscious, as it always did when feeling the effects of the drug for hours.

When she woke up it was nighttime.

She sluggishly makes it to the mirror in the bathroom and stares at the purple fingerprints marked around her neck.

She'll need a scarf for school on Monday.

Elsa can't take any more of this.

She more miserable than she has ever been. Elsa looks at the inside of her arm, now dotted in purple circles, where a person can definitely tell that she's been shooting drugs up her arm. Another reason to wear long sleeves.

The only good thing about the heroine is that Elsa has been able sleep with ease. No nightmares. But looking at herself in the mirror, Elsa feels restless in another term. She can't believes she has to depend on this drug to sleep peacefully. To feel at ease.

Already she wants more.

Soon, she won't be able to function without it.

Elsa has to tell someone about this.

At least about Luke. As long as he keeps coming back, her overall health will only get worse.

She wants to see him rot behind bars! Especially after what he made her do tonight, saying Jack's name. That was a different kind of torture.

If she can't send Luke to jail without exposing her secret, she'll do it some other way.

The drugs. Luke has drugs in his possession that can easily take him to jail. Sure, he still has her naked pictures, but they don't show her face.

She'll go to the police.

However, Elsa needs help since she can't do it alone. Not without putting herself at risk with the police if they question her too.

And there is only one person that will help her.

Jack.

Now, she is still beyond hurt what he did. What the Big Four did. Everyday she thinks about it. The prank that she wasn't supposed to know about, on how she was nothing more than a joke, and that Jack lied to her throughout those months.

But she can't think about that now. Luke is her focus.

Jack has always hated Luke. If Elsa tells Jack that she suspects him owning drugs, he'll gladly sell Luke out to the police.

In less than two days, Elsa will tell Jack what she knows.

He'll help her. She knows he will. Despite the distance between them and how they haven't spoken to each other in weeks, Jack will help her.

It's the least he can do for her.

On Monday, Elsa will finally talk to Jack.