My Salvation
by Bwriter
Part seven
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Part seven
(AN: Nonsensical oral sex in this part. Be warned.)
The girls exited the cinema feeling good. They had enjoyed the movie and their date so far had gone well. They shared popcorn, candy and a large coke. The whole way through the film they had held hands but nothing more.
As they were walking to Willow's car chatting about a stunt that been used in the film, Buffy had a feeling of dread come over her. Glancing around to see if anyone was there she saw no one. As they were crossing the parking lot a noise interrupted they chat. Looking towards the direction the sound came from they never notice the man step up behind them.
"Hello Baby girl." Buffy froze. Turning she saw Hank. The first thing she noticed was that he had a gun directed at her and Willow and that he was drunk.
"Isn't this cosy?" Pointing the gun at Willow he spoke to Buffy.
"Get in the car now or I kill her." One look in his eyes and Buffy knew he wasn't bluffing. Not knowing what to do Buffy looked over to Willow and got her answer. She looked scared and Buffy blamed herself for that. If they had never become friends Willow wouldn't be in the predicament she was now. She was going with Hank and she knew that she would die because of it. That or wish she was dead.
Putting on a brave smile, but not being able to stop the tears from falling, she mouthed goodbye to Willow before turning and walking over to the car Hank pointed to and getting in.
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Willow watched in horror as Buffy said goodbye and got into the car with her father. Bringing out her phone she dialled the police and told them what had happened and gave them the licence plate of his car. Next she phoned Giles and told him before getting into her car and driving over to his place. When she got there she couldn't contain her sobs any longer and broke down as soon as he opened the door to her.
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They drove for only ten minutes before Hank stopped the car. Looking out the window she realised that he had taken them back to the house where it all started.
"Get out." She did as he asked and stood beside the car.
He's too drunk to know that they will check here. Maybe there's a chance — her internal thinking was cut off when he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her into the house before throwing her to the stairs.
"You BITCH! Why the FUCK did you have to open you BIG mouth!?! Do you have ANY idea what I'm gonna DO to you know you little FUCKER!?!"
Each word was accompanied by a punch, slap or kick to a body that had only just healed itself.
"I'm gonna teach you to never speak again unless told to by me GOD DAMNIT!"
Buffy's hope that someone would find her left her as he started pulling her up the stairs and she realised just what he was going to do to her. She didn't know if she could live through that again. She didn't want to have to live through that ever again.
She watched from an odd angle as he kicked open her bedroom door and threw her to the floor. She watched as he grabbed a pair of scissors off her dresser before turning to her. She watched as he started cutting her clothes from her body while deliberately letting the points of the scissors cut into her skin.
Buffy was resigned to her fate. If she hadn't of gone Willow would be dead and Buffy felt she could live with a lot but never Willow dying because she didn't do something to help her.
When she was naked he picked her up by the neck and threw her roughly on the bed before unlooping the belt from his jeans and using it to bind her arms to the head of the bed. She felt a lump rise in her throat.
How could he be doing this, standing there taking off his clothes, getting ready to rape her when she used to adore him.
Growing up she had loved both her parents. They used to go on family outings and have fun. It changed when her dad lost his job. He got moody and took it out on her. She never dreamt he would take it this far.
He crawled onto the bed and stalked up her body like an animal would. Her eyes widened in fear when her reached between her legs. She only felt a small sense of relief when he continued on 'til he was straddling her head and forcing his cock into her mouth. Gagging she tried to breathe but as she did she got a whiff of his smell and instantly regretted doing it.
Looking into his eyes she no longer saw the man who held her when she fell off her bike or the man who taught the to swim. She saw a man who was raping her and at that moment Buffy cracked.
As he was thrusting into her mouth she opened wide and sunk her teeth hard into his penis. She watched with satisfaction as his eyes watered and he fell off her, off the bed and rolled onto the floor in pure agony, crawling into a protective position.
She spat his blood from her mouth and tried to move but she was still tied to the bed and could only pray that he was in pain a little longer because she knew that he was really gonna kill her for that.
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Giles was pacing and it was beginning to make Willow feel ill.
"The police are out looking. I'm sure they'll find them." Giles didn't sound to sure of that himself and Xander saw right through it.
"Yeah because they have done such a great job of arresting him in the past month! He's got her and doing God knows what while we just sit here drinking tea!"
"XANDER!" Willow's shout had everyone looking in her direction.
"Xander," she repeated more calmly, "he was so drunk I don't think he could really focus enough to hurt her tonight so they have until he sobers up at least."
Giles looked away knowing for a fact that Hank being drunk didn't mean anything. The others never noticed.
"Your right Will. I'm just upset is all." Willow just nodded before going back to recriminating herself for Buffy getting taken by Hank while she did nothing and hoping that what she had said was true and Buffy wasn't getting hurt or worse.
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Buffy didn't know how much time had passed. Hank was still sprawled out on the floor in agony. Every so often he would muttered about how he was going to keep her tied up and use her as his own personal sex slave. Buffy tuned him out. She lay on her old bed thinking about times when she didn't have to fear anything from the man lying before her now. She finally cried for the first time since she met Hank outside the cinema. She didn't cry for the state she was in now or for what she feared Hank would do when he got control of his body again but she cried for the little girl she had been. She cried for her, knowing that now her father had stuck his — thing — in her mouth that she would never be that girl again.
The noise seemed to come to her from a distance. She heard feet running up the stairs before a familiar form stood in her bedroom doorway.
Officer Burkle took one look at the naked Buffy before taking off her coat to shield the girl before other officers, who were all male, burst into the room.
Hank was picked up and handcuffed with the officers ignoring his calls for a doctor and manhandling him out of the room.
Officer Burkle meanwhile was kneeling beside Buffy and untying her arms from their restraints.
"We have to take you to a hospital to get you checked out. Make sure nothings broken."
Buffy looked into the kind eyes of the police officer before leaning over the bed and vomiting while thinking that something was broken — her.