SCHADENFREUDE// LASHTON AU

Chapter 20: The Hunt

Luke kept Kyra in the basement for hours, flaying her wounded leg nearly to the muscle. He didn't want her to bleed out, though, so he provided her with bandages and stitches where she really needed them. She would be given no pain killers or antiseptics, obviously. It wasn't as if she would live long enough to develop an infection anyway.

"Look at you," the man sneered, standing over the fearful girl. She cowered pathetically, tugging at the chains that bound her arms to the wall. "You thought you were going to be the big hero, didn't you? Thought you could come and sweep my little Ashton off his feet and send the police after me? Such a clever, sneaky thing, aren't you? Too bad you're a fucking idiot."

The brunette groaned, spitting on the floor at Luke's feet. "Fuck... you."

"I'm already spoken for, I'm afraid," Luke joked, showing off his tooth-encrusted ring. "I've got a proposition for you, though. An opportunity."

Kyra stared up at him, curiosity in her bloodshot eyes. "Opportunity?"

"Yes. I'm allowing you to leave." Now the bitch was listening closely. Luke took a moment to marvel at his own power before continuing. "Think of it as a game. I'm going to take you for a little drive into the woods, and then you get a five minute head start. If you can make it to your car, you win."

The girl bit her tongue, trying not to cry from what Luke assumed was relief. It was so pathetic– it almost would've been endearing if Ashton were in her position. When it came to Kyra, though, she served no purpose outside of pissing Luke off. 

"But if you lose," Luke continued, snapping the cunt out of her excitement. "I get your name."

"My name?" the dunce on the floor repeated. "Like– like you'll make me get rid of my last name? Like you did to Ash–"

"No, not like that," Luke replied with a smirk, a tinge of excitement bubbling in his stomach. How long had it been since he'd had a girl? A year? Two? "You don't have to worry too much about it. It's not like you'll be alive to see what I mean anyway."

Those scared brown eyes went wider than anything Luke had ever seen, and he had to stifle a laugh. What a wretch. 

"What if I don't want to play your game?" she asked, her throat sounding very dry. "What happens then?"

The man couldn't hold in his laughter anymore, giggling like a schoolgirl as he crouched down, gripping the bitch by her plump cheeks. "I'll make you watch me rape Ashton, and then I'll kill you and feed you to my dogs. All of my dogs."

Kyra gasped, tears smudging the smutty makeup all over her face. "You're fucking twisted."

"Ouch, that really hurts my feelings," Luke chuckled, releasing the girl and stepping back slightly, his hand over his heart in feigned insult. "So, what do you say? Want to play with me?"

The girl thought for a moment, taking slow breaths to calm herself down. She'd be stupid not to do it– seeing as it was her only chance to escape with her life. But, then again, she didn't exactly have a track record of making wise choices. Luke stood with his arms crossed, waiting impatiently for her response.

"Fine. I'll play your sick fucking game."

The blue-eyed man smirked. "Good choice."