Love Hurts

A/N:- Thank you so much for the reviews. I realise that this story is very different , but my muse refused to forget it . This chapter deals with forced sex ,I'm sorry if this upsets you and please feel free to skip it as I will give a brief recap in the next chapter.Whilst I may hint at her being used to pay off her fathers debt by having sex with Angel and others,this will be the last chapter that I will deal with her being forced in a cruel way.Trust me,her life does get better soon! I hope that his does not put you all off of the story and that you continue to read it.Please review and let me know that you haven't abandoned me :)Thank you!

Chapter Seven.

The journey to was a blur of street lights and buildings. Buffy sat against the car door, looking out of the window and yet not seeing anything. Her mind shut out everything except one thought that repeated over and over ... 'He was dead... Spike was dead'. She had past into that numb area of grief and nothing penetrated through to her. She felt the car slow and still she stared out of the window. Penn pulled into a gated drive and then sped down it until they reached the mansion.

Penn got out,slamming the car door behind him and then held open the back door for Angel.Angel stepped out of the car,pulling Buffy with him and held her to his body.He lead her up the marble steps to the front door,that opened as they approached.His household staff rushed to greet him and take any orders he saw fit to hand out.They all acted as though this was normal and ignored the young woman that Angel had with him or any of the things that she mumbled. Now only his butler remained,to which Angel gave specific orders." Get my room ready and run Ms Summers a bath.Lay out her nightwear and tell my wife that I do not wish to be disturbed tonight. Inform anyone else that calls that I will be indisposed until tomorrow.I am not to be disturbed under any circumstances,is that clear?"

His butler simply nodded and then silently drifted off to carry out his masters orders.

Noise carried on all around her and yet it sounded so far away and Buffy ignored it.The firm hands that gripped her,pushed and pulled her to where they wanted her and she allowed it,allowed them to guide her.Her eyes could still see where she was and yet she seemed blinded to everything around her.A door in front of her opened and she was ushered into the room beyond it.The firm hands left her upper arms and they were now busy removing her clothes.Still Buffy was unresponsive.

"Look how perfect you are baby" he muttered while looking her over, "I knew you would be.This body will soon pay off your Fathers debt."

A cool finger ran down her body,from her shoulder it moved to and hovered over her breast,running around her nipple so that it tightened.His thumbnail grazed it then and then his touch continued down to her groin,probing her in exploration.Angel stepped closer and brushed her hair from her shoulder with his free hand.He knew that she would be cold and unresponsive towards him now and so, he pulled away from her and helped her into the bath.

"You still feel so tight down there.Did you let him fuck you ,Buffy?" Her eyes flickered to his but there was no other reaction to his question." He must have been such a disappointment,to fuck you and not stretch you.Not to worry.If I'm honest ,I'm glad.It means that I will feel you grip me when I take you and make you mine." Angel picked up the sponge and started to wash her back and shoulders.She sat with her legs bent to her chest ,her head resting on her knees making it impossible for him to cleanse her all over.Her mind shut out the sensation of his hands and of the sponge.It shut out the embarrassment of being washed and being naked in front of him too.

The vanilla scent he had added to the water seemed to penetrate through to her now and her stomach revolted against it. Strong hands hauled her out of the oversized bath and placed her on the cold marble floor beside the toilet as her stomach emptied.Once he was sure that she had finishedvomitting,Angel wrapped her in soft towels and carried her to his bed.The ivory and gold silk sheets cooled her skin again and Buffy shivered while her teeth chattered.Angel drew back the quilts and then tucked her under them.He threw the wet towels on the floor and then rang for his butler.

Francis,his butler,appeared not a minute later and entered the room after knocking. "Ms Summers is cold and hungry.Will you fix her some chicken soup and bring in some brandy."

"Yes,sir.Anything else?"

"That will be all,Francis." Angel said and with a wave of his hand,dismissing the butler.

Francis left to carry out his orders.Angel pulled the wet silk shirt away from his skin and sneered at the uncomfortable feeling of it.He unbuttoned it and let it slip to the floor before he did the same with his pants and then climbed into the bed next to Buffy.Still she was unresponsive to him as she laid in the bed just staring at the window.He spooned behind her and waited for his butler to return.

Buffy froze.The chest that was against her back was too big to be Spike.His legs wrapped around hers to stop her kicking out and his arms that were wrapped around her waist,they weren't for comfort,they were holding her to him,her chains.Being this close to him filled her senses.His aftershave,his hair products,they all reminded her of ... oh god ...It was 'him'. How could she have not recognised him before now?He had taken her parents from her so cruelly, had forced himself on her so viciously and he had had Spike killed .Everyone that she had cared about had died at the hands of the man that was lying beside her now. They were dead and it was her fault.

Buffy hadn't noticed that she was crying .She had not felt the sting on her cheeks as the hot ,salty tears streamed from her eyes.Buffy didn't register the warm hand that caressed her back as she cried for the loved ones that her sympathiser had killed .All Buffy felt was the raw pain,the guilt that laid heavy in her gut and conscience and the anger that welled up from every fibre of her being.With each stroke,with each touch that he lay on her skin,Buffy felt the pressure build within herself until she could not stand it any longer and she had to release it.

Her tiny fists hit out at his face,his chest,his arms.Her voice screamed out the names of those she cared about and whose lives had been taken.She yelled and kicked and punched him until she was nothing but a shell of the person she had once been and laid still, a wreck in the arms of the killer that had ruined her once perfect life.

Francis Entered the room silently and placed a tray upon a table that stood at the end of the bed.He was not shocked to see his master naked in bed with the girl or the state of her. In all his years working for O'Connor ,Francis had seen a lot and never did he cast his views or talk of them again. With a nod towards Angel, Francis made his way out of the room quietly and closed the doors behind him.Angel turned away from her and sat up,reaching across the bed to pull the tray across to them.Buffy used the opportunity to lay on her back and she stared up at the ceiling.

"Sit up and eat something" , he said in a stern voice.

"Not hungry"

"I'll force feed you if I have to"

"I'll eat when I'm ready.You can't force me to eat.I'll probably choke if you tried it,which would be fine by me."

Angel grit his teeth, "Don't be so dramatic." he barked .He put the tray of soup and sandwiches on Buffy's lap and told her again ,to eat.

"I'm not a child!" she screamed and threw the plate of sandwiches across the room.She picked up the whole tray and threw it the same way as well.Sandwiches, bone china and soup lay broken and spilt across his one of a kind rug. Without hesitation,Angel bought back his hand and struck her cheek.He hit her hard,her head shot back and connected with the walnut headboard,dazing her.

Hearing the noise, Francis knocked at te bedroom door, "Sir? Is everything alright?"

"Everything's fine,leave us..Oh, can you let the housekeeper know that this room will need to be cleaned in the morning."

Francis nodded and headed back to the door." Goodnight sir,and I shall pass on your message first thing." With that said,Francis retired for the night.

Angel watched as the door closed and then pulled Buffy to him by her hair."Listen to me and listen good.I am not a patient man,and I have not gone through this amount of trouble for any of my other girls.I am not going to make an exception for you.You will do what I tell you,when I tell you.If you don't,you will suffer.This is your life now Buffy,not the white picket fence dream your parents had,not even the dreary home where you found love with that boy,but this here with me.This will be your life now,until I say it isn't.Got it?"

Buffy yelped as his hand fisted in her hair a little tighter,she nodded her understanding and then gasped as he threw her away from him. No more tears could fall.Her eyes stung from the rivers of tears that had already fallen.Now she was as dry and baron as the desert.She was beyond numb now.Nothing felt real and she could not even imagine how her life would change.She had nothing.No-one to love and protect her,no-one left alive for her to love,she had nothing left to lose.Whatever he wanted ,whatever he did to her now was acceptable.He had already done the worst thing imaginable and had taken everyone that she loved.

Angel pulled her to him roughly and was pleased when she did not fight him.He moved over her and kissed her hard.He forced his tongue past her lips and tried to coax her into a response.

"I'm not going to fuck a sack, Buffy .Either you join in and enjoy it or I'll make it hurt."

She swallowed hard and waited for him to carry on.His kisses were hard and she forced herself to respond to him.His hands pulled and crushed, pinched and toyed with her breasts and nipples,making her moan and cry out.He smiled,thinking that it was out of passion and not from pain.

"I'll make it good .You'll soon see what it is like with a real man.Never again will you need the fumbled touch of a boy," he whispered.The voice inside her rebelled against him,against the feeling of his flesh,his hardness against her thigh and the cruel words he used to seduce and control her.

Angel forced himself between her legs and seated himself between her thighs.His fingers probed until he found her entrance and entered her with his fingers.Her hiss as he buried them inside her ,made him smile."Oh yeah,you're so tight.You'll be a very popular girl.Men will pay thousands to feel this, to feel how tight you are.Almost virginal."

Buffy tried to scream but her throat was too dry and too tight.Her breaths came in short pants as she realised exactly what his intentions where.Despite her grief and the fact that she was in shock at everything that was and had,happened to her,she felt herself get wetter as his fingers worked her pussy. His mouth had slimed it's way down her body and he was now suckling at her soaked core.He held her legs so she could not force him away.As he crawled his way back up her body, Buffy turned her head away.Angel smiled. The girl was ashamed that she had let go and found release.Hearing her pant and moan had made him happy.Breaking her had been easier than he imagined and he knew that she would allow him to do anything now that she was alone.

His hardness pushed up into her and a lone tear fell as she hissed from the intrusion.Angel saw the tear and licked it from her cheek and laughed,making her close her eyes in a bid to shut him out.His forceful thrusts and his grunts of passion made her stomach want to rebel,and she had to swallow back the bile that rose in her throat.

"I'm going to teach you how to please a man.Laying there like a corpse is not going to get a man off "

Buffy grimaced and held back the sobs.She flinched when his hands gripped her hips hard,his fingers sinking into her flesh enough to bruise and he raised her up to deepen his thrusts. "Wrap your legs around my waist ", he told her .The thought of actively taking part in the act repulsed her, but the image of what he had done to Spike,to her Mother and Father ,had her doing what he had asked through fear.The satisfied look on his face and the noises he made had Buffy hoping that it would be over soon.She crawled inside of herself and shut down again.Whatever he did to her now,it didn't matter.How could it get any worse?

Angel knew that she was no longer 'with him' and that was fine by him.Tonight was a lesson for the girl.She was a money maker and a way for him to cleanse himself of all the stress. It was also his way of getting her out of his system.

Her tears only aided him and he leaned over her to capture each one on his tongue.The salty tang of her skin excited him further and he increased his thrusts until he fell across her body,satiated. Through gasps and pants he spoke, "Now I've marked you as mine,you remember that.The only men that you will ever sleep with,will be by my say so."

Angel got up and walked into the bathroom.She heard the shower run and silently thanked god that it was over. Her shaky breath calmed a little and she closed her eyes tight as she felt her sorrow come back and hit her again,mixed with disgust and shame. "I'm sorry Spike... so sorry." Buffy curled herself into a ball and cried herself to sleep.