My Lannan. My Lazarbeam. My Love. (Completed)

A Pinch in the Neck (Emma)

This chapter has lots of bad stuff so just beware. You should be able to tell when it starts.

"Lannan!" I say, running to him.

He frowns and says, "You must be a fan! Good to meet ya."

I meet his eyes in shock and then smile. "Good one baby." I hug him and he pushes me away, looking confused.

"Lannan what's wrong?" I ask.

He turns away from me and puts his arm around a blonde girl and they rush off. The girl turns to look at me and I see Brooke.

I gasp as her eyes turn a blood red color, and she walks off with Lannan.

I wake up from my dream sweating. That was horrible. Maybe worse than my current nightmare. I know it's before 6am because the lights haven't turned on. Ugh. I lay back down on the floor and lay there, awake.

It's been 5 days since that party, and I haven't seen Colin since the first morning. My food is always delivered through the little slot in the door, and there's a hidden door for the toilet that seals as soon as I walk out. Luckily the food hasn't been messed with since the first time, I figure he just wanted to show what he was capable of.

Suddenly the lights come on, blinding me. They're bright white and suuuuper bright. While my eyes are adjusting to the light, I feel a gag go into my mouth, and hands and knees hold down my arms and legs. I freak out but I can't do anything but wait for my eyes to adjust.

I can finally see and I see that it's Colin.  He adjusts himself so that his legs are holding down my arms and legs. I manage to get my arms free and hit him while trying to get up. He ignores me, unfazed and suddenly he flips me over and I feel a pinch in my neck. He stands up and walks out of the room.

To my surprise, my eyes don't feel heavy. Instead, I feel energized, and excited. After a few minutes, Colin comes back into the room, and as much as I hate him, maybe he isn't such a bad guy. I smile at him and he smiles back.

He sits down at the table and chairs he brought in sometime while I was asleep, and motions for me to sit. I skip over and smile. He puts the tray he had on the table and I begin to eat my pancakes and syrup. I notice him staring at me and bat my eyelashes at him.

He smiles, so I blow a kiss at him. He rests his chin on his hands as I keep being flirty. I eat my pancakes slowly, keeping eye contact with him and he seems to love it.

He picks up the leftover dishes and leaves the room. I sit on the floor and think about what just happened.

Oh my god what the fuck did he do to me. I remember flirting with him. What the fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I stand and begin to pace. This is bad. He's gonna be fucking hungry for me now. I feel my skin crawl and turn to see him grinning at me from the window.

He disappears and I know what's coming next. He comes in the door and grabs my wrist, pulling me out of the room and down he hall. I haven't been out here for 5 days. We go down an unfamiliar hallway and we get to stairs. We go up an I see that it's a normal house. My eyes tear up as I remember my own house. I keep waking as we go up another set of stairs. We go all the way up and he pulls me into a door.

My jaw drops, and I know that this won't end well. Before me is a king bed, with a deep red comforter and white sheets with gold around the edges. To the right, there's an open master bathroom with a jacuzzi and a double headed shower. To the left is a desk and a closet.

Suddenly I'm shoved against the wall, and Colin's rough lips are on mine. One of his hands is in my hair and the other is on my neck. "Kiss me." He demands. I don't.

His grip on my neck tightens. "Kiss. Me." He demands again. I still don't.

His hand squeezes and I can't breathe. "Kiss me baby." he whispers. I kiss him back with tears flowing down me face and he smiles into my lips. He's fucking disgusting. His tongue licks my lips to try to get into my mouth but I keep it shut. He bites my bottom lip hard and I cry out, opening my mouth just enough for him to get his tongue in. I taste blood.

He breaks the kiss only a second after he gets his tongue in and shoves me into the bed, taking off his shirt. I try to scoot away but he grabs my thigh and keeps me in place. He rips off my tank top and claws at my shorts, scratching me. He gets them off and eyes me in my black lacy bra and panties that he provided.

He reaches around to try and take my bra off but I push him away, yelling and jumping off the bed. I look around for an exit and try the door. Locked. As I'm trying the door, two arms wrap around me and I scream. He puts me on the bed on my stomach and holds me down. I feel a pinch in my neck again.

"No! Fuck! No no no no no no! Please Colin I'm begging you please don't make me do this!" Tears are streaming down my eyes now and I know what's gonna happen.

He smiles wickedly at me and says, "I won't make you do anything. You'll do it yourself."

I get up off my knees and look at him, confused. He's right. I'll do this myself. I run over to him and kiss him, pushing him onto the bed and I feel him smile. I put my past job to use and bend him over the bed, facing up.

Our lips are still locked when I grind my hips on him. Immediately I feel a huge erection under me and hear him moan. I reach one hand down and grab him through his shorts, making him moan again.

I break the kiss and pull his shorts and boxers off. I spit on my hands and grab his dick, pumping my hands up and down. I take him into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the head. I'm looking up at him but he doesn't look back.

"Ooh, yes baby!"

I run my tongue up the shaft and that sets him over the edge. He cums in my mouth and I swallow it.

I quickly get up and sit on his lap, straddling him. I grind on him once again, and stop mid-grind. I get up and bolt to the other side of the room. I spit on the floor, trying to get his salty taste out of my mouth. I go to the toilet and puke up everything in my stomach, feeling disgusting.

I stand up on shaky legs and see him putting his clothes on. Thank god he's not gonna make me do any more.

"Why can't you just hire a fucking hooker? Why me?" I ask.

He shrugs. "This is more fun."

I reach to pick up my clothes and he stops me, picking them up. I reach for them and he jerks his hands away. He shakes his head at me and pulls me back down to my room.

Right before he shuts the door he says, "No more clothes for you. I like you better without." He smiles and shuts the door, leaving me shivering in my bra and panties. I sink to my knees and cry.

A/N:

I hope your liking the story! I would say something about the timeline, but I don't wanna spoil anything so just trust me here!

(I haven't forgotten about the, "son of a bitch!" that Emma heard don't worry!)