The Creep

Luke's Heaven

"Cas, I've been waiting for you my whole life," Luke said.

Cas glared at him. "Well, I sure as hell haven't been waiting for you," she snapped, then spat in his face.

Luke wiped his cheek and chuckled. "Feisty. I love it." His voice was laced with amusement, but there was something dangerous behind his eyes.

Cas lay beneath Luke, trapped, her pulse pounding in her ears. The dim lighting cast long shadows over the room, distorting reality into something dark and twisted.

Luke's grip was firm, holding both of her wrists above her head with one hand. His breath was unsteady, his eyes shut in eerie satisfaction.

"Ahhh... you feel that?" he murmured, voice laced with something unsettling. "It's perfect—like heaven."

Cas's heart raced. She refused to let fear control her. Summoning all the strength she had, she drove her knee upward, aiming for any weak spot she could find.

"Let me go, Luke," Cas demanded, trying to keep her voice steady.

He leaned in closer. "You don't give orders here."

Cas's heart pounded as she tried to fight back, but Luke's grip tightened.

"Stupid girl," Luke sneered, his voice low and dangerous. "You're mine now. The sooner you accept that, the easier this will be."

Cas's body tensed, her breath ragged as she fought against the panic clawing at her chest. But Luke didn't stop. He reveled in her resistance, feeding off every shudder, every desperate sound she made.

"Please, Luke. Stop," Cas whispered, her voice unsteady. "I'm sorry. I'll do whatever you want... just stop."

Luke froze, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin.

"Stop pretending," he murmured, his tone laced with amusement. "I see through you, Cas. You and I... we're more alike than you think."

Cas stiffened, her pulse racing. "You're insane."

Luke chuckled darkly. "Maybe," he mused, tilting his head. "But you'll understand soon enough. And trust me, I'll stop when you finally belong to me—completely."

When it was over, he leaned in, brushing a strand of hair from her face with an eerie gentleness. "That wasn't so bad... was it?" His voice dripped with mockery.

Cas swallowed hard, refusing to let him see her break. She lifted her chin, forcing her gaze to meet his. "I've had better," she lied, her voice sharp as a blade.

Luke's smirk deepened. "Oh? Then why were you begging me to stop?"

The challenge in his eyes sent a chill through her, but she refused to let him win.

Cas glared up at Luke, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she struggled against his grip.

"You're f$$king heavy, you idiot," she spat, trying to push him away.

Luke smirked, his fingers tracing her jawline before tilting her chin up. "Oh, Cas... I'm going to have so much fun with you," he murmured before delivering a sharp slap to her cheek.

Her head snapped to the side, but she refused to show weakness. Instead, she turned back to him, eyes blazing. "I hope you rot in hell for this, you piece of—"

Another slap cut her off, but this time, she smiled through the sting. That only seemed to enrage him more.

"You think this is a game?" Luke growled, gripping a fistful of her hair and pulling her closer. "I will break you."