Okay, so we all know this story is mildly fucked up...severely fucked up. Im just gonna say it now, some not so appropriate stuff happens in this chapter. No, there is no sex, but Lucas is a very mentally disturbed guy who doesn't know boundaries. So here's your warning, if you don't wanna read that's completely understandable.

Lucas just stared at you in awe. Your teary eyes, tear stained cheeks, flushed skin, and a gag in your mouth. Not to mention your outfit, oh your outfit. Your skirt was covering absolutely nothing from being tossed around. Your shirt had a few buttons that came undone. He wanted to be able to see this everyday.

"S-so pretty," he mumbled as he took a step towards you.

He watched as you flinched back. His demeanor changed a bit. He was angry.

. . . .

You cried as you scooted as far back as you could. You cornered yourself against a wall. Screaming into the gag until your vocal cords were shredded.

You cringed at the psycho boys lust filled gaze.

"J-just one touch p-please," you heard him whimper.

You violently shook your head. Thrashing around, trying to undo your bonds.

When you had woken up ten minutes earlier, you were frightened. Lucas was looming over you, not moving, just staring. He tried to love on you, but you kicked your legs at him, hurting him.

So now here you were, cowering in a corner with your wrists and legs tied.

"I promise n-not to h-hurt you," he said quickly, kneeling in front of you.

His cold hand caressed your scratched cheek. You sobbed even more. A muffled sound came from you. You watched as the ravenette pouted his bottom lip.

"J-just one touch," he said, barely a whisper.

His hand traveled down your cheek, tracing your jaw line. His hand then gently wrapped around your neck.

"I-it fits so," he shuddered.

"So p-perfectly!"

He then continued his little journey. His long fingers delicately ran across your collar bone. And then you cried as his hands traveled further down. Softly, he groped at your chest. It wasn't painful, more so pleasurable. However, it wasn't enjoyable considering the man doing it, and the circumstances.

"Lucas nooo," you whined through the gag.

It was barely audible, but Lucas heard. Oh boy, now you'd done it. A shy smile made its way onto his face.

"S-say it again," he said quietly.

You shook your head. You'd realized your mistake. His hand shot back up to your throat.

"I-it would be so easy t-to..." he trailed off, giving your airway a fragile squeeze.

Your (e/c) eyes widen, viciously looking around the room.

"(Y/n)~" he cooed.

"P-please say it."

You shook violently as he removed your gag. You sucked in a deep breath of air, coughing afterwards.

"Let me go please," you cried.

"I-I won't tell anyone. Please."

Lucas just frowned, extending his index finger to run along your jaw.

"I-I can't do t-that," he said.

"You'll r-rat me out."

"I won't!" You shouted, jumping forward.

"I'll do anything if you let me go! Please...Lucas."

You'd hope that would help persuade him. It didn't. In fact, it had an opposite effect.

Lucas leaned forward, resting his head on your shoulder. His breath was heavy, and hot. You shuddered at the gross feeling.

"(Y-y/n)," you heard him whimper.

Your head felt fuzzy. Your vision blurred a bit.

"Please."

You felt him move, and then the zip of pants.

"No!" You shouted, trying to wiggle back.

"Don't you fucking do it!"

He just stared at you with his deep brown eyes. His hand wrapped around the back of your neck, pulling you close. Your foreheads were touching.

"Help m-me out just t-this once p-please," he said softly.

You tried pulling away, but he was the stronger person here.

"P-please don't hurt me," you cried.

Lucas started freaking out.

"N-no! I would n-never hurt you!" You exclaimed.

"I-I just need your help!"

He stood up, and walked behind you. He lifted you up, carrying bridal style. He walked to the table, and sat you on the ground. He untied your hands, but tied one to the table leg. He grabbed your free hand, placing it over his crotch.

"Y-you did this to me," he said, looking you dead in the eyes.

You cried even more. This sick delusional fuck was going to make you sick.

"I-it'll only take a-a minute," he said quickly.

"M-maybe sooner since y-you're here."

Your sobs continued as he fully unzipped his pants, pulling them down a bit. He guided your hand to his erection, palming it. He jumped at the touch. A deep groan left him, and you whimpered. There was no way in hell that this way actually happening. He dipped your hand under his boxers waistband. You cringed at the fleshy feeling. Almost throwing up. You craned your neck to the side, not wanting to witness anymore of this.

"Y-you need to grab it," you heard Lucas speak up.

"Lucas I can't," you cried quietly.

You felt his dick get harder. He pumped his shaft with your hand until he came only moments later. Thank God it was over.

"Aww," he whined.

"I came t-too soon."

You heard him laugh.

"B-but it's all because o-of you," he said, raising your hand back to your face.

"Now li-lick it off p-please."

You pressed your lips into a thin line. Vigorously shaking your head no. He pressed your fingertips to your lips, trying to prod them open.

"H-hurry up," he said.

You stood your ground, not opening your lips a bit. This frustrated Lucas. He pinched your nose. You began squirming after a moment without oxygen. There's no way you would let this fucker win. After about a minute and a half, you couldn't take it. You regrettably opened your mouth. Gulping in the oxygen. That's when the bitter taste hit your tongue. You choked at the un-welcomed flavor.

"T-thats a good girl."

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Omfg y'all.....you're the first people that I'm telling this to....

I'm a slasher fucker😔.

It's just like...Damn, Jason has no right having such bit tiddies. As do all the rest of them. Anyway, have fun with this one😬 it came to me in my dream last night, so I had to write it down.