Lia's P.O.V

I look around the bathroom for more ideas until I realize it's unnaturally silent outside the bathroom. Did he leave? I sigh and get some water from the sink. I quickly turn off the sink when I hear movement outside the door. "Baby, are you doing okay," he says, smile apparent in his voice.

"You know you're really messing with my sleep, right?" I say, sarcasm clear in my voice. I hear him chuckle and I roll my eyes. God I hate him.

"Please come out baby girl. I'm bored. I need to do something."

"We have board games." I hear him chuckle and then it's silent again. I look at the clock in the bathroom. I've been I'm here for fifteen minutes. It's only 11:30.

"I've had enough." His playful joking tone is instantly gone and is now replaced with a stern tone. I feel my stomach drop instantly at his words, my brain trying to think of what to do.

"Then leave." I say. I hear movement then silence. Panic sets back in and I start breathing heavily. What's he going to do? What is he planing to do once he gets me out of the bathroom?

"Baby girl, open the door." His tone is stern and he's extremely close to the door. Only inches it sounds. "I tried to make this easy." I hear the door handle jiggling but it's not like he's trying to enter. He's picking the lock.

Why the hell did I have to leave my phone upstairs. And of course we dont have phones in the bathrooms, who does?

Suddenly my mind goes blank as the jiggling of the door handle stops. I quietly climb into the shower and freeze when I hear the door click open and I take my chance and sprint out from behind the curtains and out of the bathroom. Suddenly, I feel two hands wrap around my waist and pull me back into something hard. Oh god, is him. I start thrashing in his arms, screaming profanities at him and screaming in general.

He quickly spins me around so I'm facing him and next thing I know I feel a wall behind my back. I can't breathe. I feel like something is crushing my airway.

"Shhhh, calm down baby girl." He places his hand on my cheek but I flinch away. I decide to do what he says and I stop wiggling. I just stand there. Hands balled into fist at my sides, eyes squeezed shut, both his hands on either side of me, his face only inches from mine. "Maybe you should breathe." He says and I suddenly let out a gasp of air.

"There ya go baby girl." I slowly open my eyes and see two piercing blue eyes staring straight in my brown ones. His mouth curls into a smirk as I stare at him.

His hair is a dirty blonde color. It's quiffed in the front causing it to stand up. A black dot which is what I'm guessing is a lip piercing. His arms covered in tattoos and he's wearing all black. And whoa he is tall. His shoulders wide making it impossible for me to over power him. He'd be cute if I wasn't terrified and disgusted by this person.

"What do you want?" I say but my voice ends up shaking. So much for trying to sound bold.

"Baby girl, I just wanted to have some fun. I'll admit you put up a bigger fight than I was expecting. It was fun though." He starts smirking again and he takes one of his hands and starts to sliding it up my torso bringing my shirt up along with it. I gasp as his cold fingers connect with my skin.

"N-no please stop." I say my voice is now cracking. I grab his bicep, as if begging him to stop. I feel my throat tighten from tears but I hold them back. Stay strong.

"Oh come on baby girl. This is the fun part." His hand reaches of my my breast and I lose it. I break out into sobs and my body starts trembling uncontrollably. I slap his hand away and I bury my face in my hands.

"Please don't," I say, my voice barley a whisper. I feel his large hands grab my wrist and pull my hands away from my face. I try to rip my arms out of his grip but he's too strong. He's slightly kneeling on the floor so I can look him in the eyes.

"D-don't cry." I look at his face and all signs of a smile are gone. "I-," I back away from him and trip over something on the ground. I lie on the ground as he walks up to me.

"Please, dont hurt me." I manage to say. I scramble away from him trying to escape him once more.

"I'm so sorry." I was surprised at his words. He didn't seem sorry when he tried to rape me. I flinch as he kneels down to me and touches my face wiping off the tears with the pad of his thumb. He takes his knife out of his pocket and throws it across the room. "I won't- I promise," I slowly stop crying and stand up. My body sore and fatigued.

"Why?" was all I manage to say.

Luke's P.O.V

Once I had the bathroom door opened she was mine. I smirked to myself as I walked into the bathroom. Next thing I know she darts out of the shower and tries running.

Since I was right in the doorway, once she slipped past me I was able to grab her. She started kicking and punching the air. I turn her around and she continues. I push her up against a wall and put my hands on both side of her.

"Shhhh, calm down baby girl." I wait for her to catch her breath and stop panicking. She kind of all at once just stopped fighting me. I realize she's been holding her breath and I can't have her passing out on me. "Maybe you should breathe." I say softly. She lets out a big breath of air and I smile.

"There ya go baby girl." She slowly opened her eyes and just stared at me. She quickly looked up, so I'm guessing she was looking at my hair.

"What do you want?" Her question did take me a bit by surprise. I just smirked.

"Baby girl, I just wanted to have some fun. You put up a bigger fight than I was expecting. It was fun though." I do what I thought would drive her mad with lust. I slowly slide hand up her shirt.

"N-no, please stop." She manages to choke out. I just ignore her and keep going. She'll like it.

"Oh come on baby, this is the fun part," right as I say the words my hand reaches her breast. Luckily she's not wearing a bra. All the sudden she burst out into tears and she slaps my hand away.

Lia's P.O.V

"W-what?" he stutters a little at my question. He looks down a me. Our height difference being pretty big. "I can't tell you." He won't look me in the eye. I suddenly get a burst of confidence.

"You pussy." The second the words escape my mouth I get scared. Shit, he's going to kill me. His facial expression surprised.

"Listen here you bitch. You could be raped and dead by now. But ya know what? I can't fucking do it. I can't." His hand is now around my throat, his tone rising with each word and him towering over me.

"Tell me why you wanted to kill me in the first place?" I say, my tone surprisingly calm.

"I-uh," he stops and scratches the back of his head.

"Pussy." I mumble under my breath.

"I work for some people and well they wanted you dead."