A Billie Eilish Fanfic - Kidnapped

Que

Cleo's POV
This chapter features a rape scene, although not very detailed, if you're sensitive to this please do not read. ***
Sleeping with Billie was such bliss. She held me close and made me feel safe. She kissed my forehead and told me I was beautiful when I didn't think I was. I was obsessed. And I think it might be mutual.
"Daddy what should I wear today?" I asked, her eyebrows raised at the pet name.
"Oh I'm daddy now? Damn right I am Princess," she leaned over and kissed my cheek, "I picked out your clothes already baby. I wont be home much today. I have to run some errands" I pouted in response.
"I can't come?" I pleaded with her.
"Some stuff isn't safe for you to come to, I'm the leader of a gang Cleo. I don't want you getting mixed into this and getting hurt," she kissed my hand, "I'll be back before you know it baby".
I pulled on the Gucci Jeans and LV t shirt Billie picked out for me. She always picked my clothes out.
"You can take a bubble bath while I'm gone today and relax, get ready for when I come back and have you running up the bed saying my name," she winked and I giggled. I knew she was right. She was so good in bed and I had been craving her....
She kissed me goodbye and left the door open so I could go to the bathroom. I started to pull out my bathrobe and new soaps from VS, then walked down the hall.
I started the bubble bath and sat on the side of the tub singing. As far as I know, I was alone in the house. I took the robe off and sat on the side of the tub with the door open, it got so hot in the bathroom with hot water running. I let my hair down and looked in the mirror popping an old zit.
"Wow never thought I would see this," standing, blocking the bathroom door was that guy who had smacked my ass when I first came to the house. I think Billie said his name is Que. He was licking his lips at me. I scrambled to get the robe back on. He held it up in one hand,
"Looking for this Princess?"
I covered myself with my hands and looked down, not saying anything. Billie doesn't want me to talk to anyone without her. He pulled a gun out of his basketball shorts waistband and ordered, "Uncover yourself and get in the bathtub, I just want to watch."
What was I supposed to do? He had a gun. I got in the bathtub and laid back. He motioned for me to uncross my arms and he licked his lips as I did that.
"Spread your legs" he ordered. I hesitated. No I couldn't do this. I had never with anyone besides Billie. I was scared. And shaking. I think he liked it though.
"NOW" his face was up against mine and my eyes began to form tears I nodded my head and spread them, avoiding eye contact with this monster.
"Damn Mama, you do look like a virgin. I know Bil popped your cherry but you still never had a dick in there have you?" He questioned and rubbed the imprint on his basketball shorts. I gulped and shook my head no,
"I'm gay. And I love Billie. Please just stop I won't tell her if you just stop now," I stated shakily.
He laughed at me, "You love her? You're just a toy to her. She thinks she owns you. Don't you want to make your own decisions? I can make you feel better than she ever has," he leaned in licking his lips again. But I didn't want to make my own decisions. I wanted Billie to come home and save me.
After many repeat attempts of saying no, Que just picked me up over his shoulder, bare ass in the air and carried me to a room I had never been to. It was like a BDSM dungeon. I was partially surprised Billie had never taken me here. But she didn't want to hurt me badly. She always made me feel loved if I did feel pain. I only felt pain with Que.
He fucked me and punched me in the face as I begged for him to stop. I cried. I moaned. I tried to crawl away. Finally, I went unconscious. I couldn't have been more thankful.