Hey. It's Me. I Still Do Not Own Any Of Joss' Things. Or Danielle's Either. This Is Just My Version Of Their Things. Just How I Like 'Em.

This Story Has Been Completely Revised, Redeited & Reposted.

'Where the Hell am I?' Buffy wondered. She blinked her eyes open a few times, and at first she thought she'd gone blind. Everything was pitch black. She raised her hand to put it in front of her face then she waved it a few times.

Nothing.

She gave up and started reaching around, amazed at what she found. There was a satin material.. in the shape of a small pillow just above her head. And she felt where it met another hard surface about six more inches above her head. She tried to put her hands up only to find she was completly enclosed.

She kicked her feet out just to make sure. And she was.

'Oh my god. Someone has buried me alive!' She thought, scared. That was one of her worst fears in this world. Plus, she was claustrophic.

All of this spelled bad.

She was in a coffin. Padding underneath her. A pillow behind her, now drenched in sweat.

'Nothing could be worse than this,' She thought with the panic growing with every second.

She wanted to scream. To cry. To kick out of the box she was. But she did all she could to control her panic. And it took a lot.

'But damnit! I am Buffy Summers. I am doctor. An emergency room doctor at that! I'm used to intense situations. I just have to think..'

She began to think back.. remembering being at the hospital.

'It had been a really long day. A double shift even. I was so tired.. and wanted nothing more than to go home. I remember..'

She remembered walking out of the building, heading to the parking garage. She remember she'd even fumbled with her keys while trying to make her way to the car. Her car.. which had been in the doctor's lot. which wasn't all thet far from the main doors to the hospital. A security car even patrolled all the lots. Twenty four/seven. Ever since a nurse had been raped a few years back.. but since then it had been safe as houses. She remembered going to her car, not even paying attention to anything. And since she was in the doctor's lot, she'd even had to have a special pass to be allowed to park there. No one could get in without the pass, well, not unless they wanted their tires to not be punctured anyway.

'So what the hell happened?' She wondered some more. 'I got to my car. I remember even setting my purse on the hood. I went through my purse.. searching for my keys.. so.. what happened?'

She kept replaying the events until she remember the huge hand coming from behind her.

'I was drugged! What the Hell?! They drugged me then put me into a casket? To bury me? This is making no sense!'

She knew she didn't own anyone money. And if she was being captured for money.. there was absolutly no one to pay for the ransom.

'I'm nothing but a lonely ER doctor. I only get medium sized pay! And they just pay the remaining hospital bills.'

Buffy Summers was all alone, her mother had passed away two years ago. Her mother who'd been seventeen when she found she was pregnant with her. She'd been told the father wasn't anywhere near willing to take responsibility. Her mother's family had kicked her out, they'd wanted nothing to do with her. Or the child inside of her.

But Joyce, she wanted her baby.

And she had worked so hard for her daughter. She always had everything she needed and, some of the time, even some things she wanted too. Joyce worked three jobs. She'd run from one to the other, often with Buffy with her, when it was necessary. But the three jobs her mother put up with.. and massive amounts of studying.. they'd gotten her through school.

Mostly anyway.

It got harder after her mother found out she was sick. But, Buffy made it through. She got herself her own job. Paid her way for school and for her mother's surgeries and treatments.

Her mother absolutly refused to let her baby give up on her dreams.

Her mother stayed alive long enough to see her baby's dreams come true, too. She was healthy enough the day she graduated. The day she started her career.

But.. it wasn't long after that she'd gotten sick again. Too sick to stay at home alone. Then, three more months after that.. she was gone.

The only family Buffy knew.. gone. The woman who's always been there for her. Was her guide. Her inspiration. Her love. Her strength. She was gone.

And then there was all the bills, alll the loans to pay back. They ate all the money she pulled in. And she'd just recently finally been able to put a tiny bit away.

'So why would anyone ransom me?'

She just didn't understand.

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Suddenly, there was a thump from the outside of the casket. It startled Buffy. She pressed her ear against one side of the coffin, trying to ignore the nausea in her stomach.

Then she heard it again.

It sounded like someone slamming doors.. then next came heavy footsteps, sounding close.

She scooted back to the middle of her casket, closed her eyes tightly, and, tried to deepen her breathing to make it seem like she was still all out of it.

The coffin moved a bit, giving off a sound of metal against metal. Then she felt fresh air as the lid was lifted.

But she didn't move, didn't flinch. She could feel eyes on her, looking down at her as she continued to lay there, knowing full well the scrubs were soaked with sweat and were clinging to her body.

'Oh god! Are these people going to rape me? Kill me?' she said panicking to herself.

"Nice try there, Doc, but i heard you all banging in here earlier," a voice said finally.

But Buffy didn't move.

Not until she felt a large hand grabbing her breast, then her eyes flew wide open.

The man laughed, "I knew you were awake!"

Buffy looked up at the man. Feeling scared to death. But he just looked at her completly amused.

"Come on would ya? The boss.. well, he's real impatient and he wants to talk to you," he said as he reached out his hand to grab her arm. She thought he'd yanked it out of its socket as he dragged her over the edge. Then let her feet drop to the ground.

She swayed, sure it was only his large hand keeping her up. Her stomach was flopping at all these sudden moves. Her hand went right to her mouth and she tried breathing deeply. Anything to keep her from vomiting.

"It's the drug," the man said, "I had to give you alot of it. You were quite the fighter, but you'll be okay in a bit. But the boss, like I said, he's not gonna wait for you," then he practically dragged her towards the exit of the room she'd never gotten around to see.

The next thing she knew, she was being pulled through a wodden door and into a hallway. One that looked almost like it was sterile.

'Weird.'

Then she was taken through another door and soon she even found herself being able to walk more with the guy instead of having to be dragged along. But he still held her tight and she knew he was leaving some massive bruises. She was looking towards his hand around her, not really having the chance to look around at her surroundings anyway. Then she looked up and pulled to a stop in front of a double pocket set of doors.

The man dropped her arm then tugged down the hem of his jacket then slicked back his hair.

Once again he grabbed her arm and reached out to knock.

She heard no noise on the other side for a moment, then lightly heard a murmer of voices. After a few more heartbeats it opened and she was pushed into the room. And from the force which he did it sent her tripping onto her hands and knees.

When she caught her breath she finally got the courage up to look back at him. Shooting daggers from her emrald eyes.

"That was uncalled for Forrest," a voice said from behind her.

Buffy turned her head slowly, finally getting a look at 'The Boss.' As she stared at him, sizing him up, he suddenly reached out his hand to her.

"Come on dear, let me help you up. Forrest there is hardly housebroken, so I apologize for his lack of tact and manners."

She hesitated for a moment, then grabbed his hand. "Who are you?" she asked.

"Forrest? Have you gotten our guest here something to drink yet?"

Forrest nodded a no quickly then he turned, went to a small stand and poured her a glass. Then the man brought it over to her, suprising her.

She took it from him and after looking at it for a few heartbeats.

She sipped it, cautiously. She wanted to down the whole thing. All at once. But, knew better. She knew it would only make her sick, sicker than she was anyway. And figured this guy all dressed to the nine wouldn't appreciate that one bit.

"Thanks," she said, tipping the glass a bit back at him, "You never did answer me. Who are you?"

"I wasn't ignoring you, it just is not in your best interest to know who I am."

Buffy finished the water. "Okay, then, why am I here?"

"Well that.. that I can tell you," he gestured towards a small sofa, trying to indicate for her to sit down. "You see, Miss Summers, I need your help."

She sat down. On the edge. Still holding the empty glass. "Wouldn't it have been a lot easier to, you know, asked for my help? Instead of, of course, drugging me, kidnapping me, hauling me here.. wherever that is.. in a casket?"

"Well, for this kind of help.. it was the easier way. I have this.. we will say assocaite.. who has some information that I must have. And soon. But my problem is.. he has been very relunctant to share it with me and I'm afraid Forrest there and his half brother gunn have been quite rough with the man," he said with a look of disgust.

She looked at him confused. "You need me to fix him up? Why not just take him to a hospital?"

"Well, hospitals have this nasty habbit of keeping records, calling in authorities, things like that.. so no.. you were the best person for the job," he said walking towards her, grabbing the glass from her gently, then he returned it back to its tray.

"And what if I don't do this job of yours huh?" She asked, seeing his shoulders tense.

Next he turned slowly, making her shiver from the malice showing in his eyes. "I don't think you understand, dear girl. You have little choice in this matter. You do what I ask, heal my associate, no questions asked.. or well.. I will have very little use for you. And so, if that's the case.. i would probably give you to Forrest there and his brother. I'm sure they'd just love playing with you," he then walked closer to her. "The last girl that i did that to.. she didn't make it. The poor girl was fucked to death. Each of them took a side.. if you get my meaning.. and they ripped her.. badly. And boy, was it a bloody mess to clean up," he sighed.

Buffy couldn't even start to hide her shiver of disgust. She glanced over at Forrest, there was a huge grin on his face, growing bigger as he noticed she was looking. He licked his lips and ran a palm on the front of his pants. She closed her eyes, trying to ignore all thoughts of what the man could and probably wanted to do to her.

"So here's what I'm going to do. I am going to have you taken to my associate, you will be given what you need to heal him and then.. when he's healed.. we will have you left back in the same parking lot from which you were taken from. No harm will come to you.. as long as you do as told."

"Oh.. oh.. okay. So you're just gonna let me go huh? Just like that? So all I have to do is what, sew up some cuts, dispense some meds, then wham bam thank you ma'am, I'm out of here?" she said, not believing a word.

"Yes, dear, just like that. I honestly wish you no harm," he told her, coming closer to her he ran his hand over her hair, laughing as she cringed away from him. "Oh, no, dear Buffy, I don't want you like that," he said, laughing again.

Buffy was tired and hot and overwhelemed. And a million other things. She pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. "What about my job? I am expected to be there, this afternoon in fact, for my normal shit and if I don't show up.. the hospital is going to start looking for me.. and when they can't find me.. they'll go to the police."

But the man only laughed, "You give me such little credit! I have already called the hospital in which you work at, yesterday too, while you were sleeping. You see, your father had a crisis and got in touch with you. You hadn't seen him in years so, of course, you felt compelled to see him, especially since he is so ill. And they were so sympathetic! He said to take as long as you need and not to worry," the man explained.

Buffy felt all of her hope melt away and said stiffly, "I don't have a father. I have never had one."

"Which is why the long lost father routine worked as well as it did. Now, are you going to do as asked? Spend a few days caring for the sick man, then go directly back to where you were taken? Or.." he nodded towards Forrest. who's eyes were gleaming in lust, his hand still stroking through his pants. "shall we call Gunn already?"

"Well, I don't have much of a choice, now do I?" she spat.

"Actually.. no, you do not. I'm so glad you see it my way," he waited for a moment. "You know, I did watch what the did to that girl. I heard all of her shrieks of pain, I saw all the blood, I'm glad you're being so smart about all of this, it's very much not something I ever wanted to see again," he said, then went to the couch next to her.

She watched him, scooted away and glared at him.

He continued, "Alright, so, in a few moments.. Forrest there is going to take you to a room where you can change. You can shower or do whatever you feel you need to do. There will be clean clothes in there for you and I will be sending someone in there with a tray in an hour or so, then i'll too come for you to take you to your patient. I am going to be expecting daily notices about his condition, my dear girl."

Buffy angrily interrupted him. "Wait just a second okay. I will take care of the damn man, do my job, make him better, I will give you notices and I will behave myself, but you listen! My name is Elizabeth Anne Summers. It's not dear girl, dear, my dear, or any of those other damn pet names you wanna use," her voice raising as she had continued.

Forrrest stepped forwards once again, his hand reaching out to grab her, but the man only waved him back.

"Okay. Doctor Summers," he said quietly, then with a move she never saw coming, his open palm found her cheek, hitting her so hard her head was knocked back and she was knocked off the sofa as well. "Nobody talks to me that way, girl. I will call you whatever I wish, and you.. you will keep that damn mouth of your shut!" he said, now standing over her.

She slowly sat back up, holding her red cheek, feeling blood coming from her mouth. Her lips had been cut on her teeth. She moved slowly, getting back up onto the sofa.

"Now, dear girl, as I was saying.. I expect daily notices. I want to be informed immediately when he regains consciousness. Forrest there will escort you to your room now," then he waited for him to come forward once more.

Forrest wrapped his hand once more around her tiny arm, still looking at her with a lustful smile and eyes, smiling more when he felt her flinch. He hauled her up and dragged her towards then door, but they were stopped by the man.

"Forrest? Please remember you are to escort her to her room. You are not to hurt her, in any way. We need her alive."

Forrest nodded then opened the door, pulling Buffy out then closing the doors. "Come on," he growled, yanking on her.

She did her best to move with him as the turned down one corridor, then turning along yet another, and another until it got to the point she couldn't have told you where the Hell they were going or at or where they'd came from.

Next, came a short flight of stairs, then on through another door. He opened it and had pushed her inside.

She'd barely had time yet again to look around before Forrest grabbed her, pushed her against a wall, and his body coming up into hers, holding her there. His fingers slid over her face, roaming over the slap mark.

"I was so very dissapointed that you chose to do what he wants you to," he whispered before his mouth came over hers.

Buffy struggled against him, barely able to breath. and not vomit.

His tounge wiggled its way between her clenched lips, pushed against her teeth. She tried to bite him, he'd just grabbed her breasts, sqeezed, until she cried out in pain.

"All I want is one kiss, you bitch. So you do it. Play nice and I won't have to hurt you," he growled out before kissing her once again, this time lifting her so he could press his erection into her. And he began dry humping her.

Then, just as suddenly as it started, it had stopped.

He stepped back, let her slide down his thigh before getting back to the ground. She dropped down and sat there, staring at him, terrified.

"It is just too bad. You just had to agree, didn't ya? Oh well.. maybe we will get lucky and the asshole will just die, then the boss will give ya on to me 'cause Lord knows that'd piss him off," he said shaking his head. Then he turned and walked out the door, closing it behind him.

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Once Buffy had heard the lock clicking, she jumped up. She ran to a different door, racing towards the toilet. she lifted the lid and let all the water she had drunk earlier come back up.

Tears streamed down her face. Tears of pain, fear, and rage.

She thought she was dying.

When she was done dry heaving, she curled on the tiled floor of the bathroom, wondering what she was going to do.

She knew that even if she did all the guy wanted her to, he was going to kill her. No doubt about that. He hadn't even tried to disguise himself.

She saw his face, his workers faces. They weren't going to let her live.

She knew she had to escape. That was all there was too it. She just didn't know how.

She finally managed to get herself up off the floor. She went to the sink and grabbed the wrapped up toothbursh off of its counter, noticing right after that, her brand of toothpaste was right next to it.

She quickly brushed the taste of her sickness out of her mouth then stared at her reflection.

Her green eyes were rimmed red, highlighted by dark shadows under them. Fear and worry shinning through. Her face was pale, except from where she'd been slapped. Her lips were swollen from being mauled. Her hair was a tangled mess of gold.

She knew she needed a shower, wanted one, knowing she'd feel clean and hopfully a little less tense after, but that was probably a stretch and she knew it. But, with that in mind, she went back out to the main room, her eyes widening as she finally look at the place.

It was like some four star hotel.

There was a huge bed. expenisve pieces of furniture, surely not something she was used to.

She hurried over to the windows, pushing aside the large drapes, then stared at the bars bolted from the outside.

All other windows ending up that same way.

She slammed her hand against the glass in frustration.

"Goddamnit!" she graoned outloud.

She let her head rest against the glass for a moment before sighing, then she pushed away from it and went to a long dresser. She opened the drawers to find clothing. All of it new, but the tags had been removed. And all were in her sizes.. as if someone had known in advance what to buy.

And that thought scared her.

She hurried up and grabbed a pair of jeans, a tee shirt, then found a bra, underwear and socks. Then, headed back to the bathroom. She shut the door behind her then looked for a lock, but found none. Then turned back around, even more frustrated.

She looked at the large soaking tub. It was next to a shower stall. She gave a yearing glance at the tub before going over to the shower and she turned on the water.

She didn't know how much time she had before someone would be coming back for her, to bring her food or who knew what else, and she really didn't want to be caught undressed. So, she dropped her dirty clothes onto the floor then stepped in to the shower.

But her eyes grew wide as she saw the shampoo and conditioner on a small glass shelf, along with some body gel and a scrubbing poof. All from the brands she used.

'How the hell did he know? How long had this man been planning for me?'

She hurried to get cleaned up then grabbed a towel off the heated rack and dried herself quickly.

She was still damp as she rushed into her clean clothes. Then cautiously she opened up the medicine cabinent, finding it pretty much exactly like the one in her own home.

Advil. Her brand of floss. Her brand of deodorant. Everything. Even down to the packagae of rubber bands she used to pull her hair back.

All of it was brand new, the seals still there.

She grabbed a brush and started using it for her hair. She was seriously creeped out.

She took the brush with her as she headed back to the other room, finding a small tray on the bed. One that hadn't been there when she'd gone to take a shower.

'He must have came in here when I was in there.'

The thought gave her chills.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, her knees weak. She needed food and she needed the hell out of this place.

She studied the tray, smelling bacon and eggs, seeing also some toast and a small bowl of fruit. There was also a huge glass of orange juice next to a small mug of coffee. She had a fork, but no knife, and a small coffee spoon.

She picked up the toast, sniffed it, then cautiously took a bite. figuring soon if it was drugged it wasn't anything she could taste. Her stomach grumbled. so she picked up her fork. suprising herself as she ate every last bite. And, just as she finished her coffee, there was a knock on the door, followed by it opening. And there he stood.

Buffy looked him over, noting the gun in his hand, using it to motion for her.

"Well I'm certainly glad you enjoyed your meal Doctor, is there anything else we can get you?"

"Well you could put that thing away," she said, her eyes never leaving it. "They make me nervous," she said truthfully.

"That's good. It means I won't be having any problems with you then. You might want to go over to the closet. There's some shoes in there and where you're heading you're going to need something on your feet."

She did as told.

She pulled out a pair of tennis shoes, again her brand and style and color, just adding to the creepiness of this whole thing. But without mentioning it, she went to the bed, sat down on it then pulled them on, quickly tying the laces.

"Very good. Now, if you would be so kind as to come with me.. I will take you to your patient," he motioned again with his gun then stepped back as she went out of the room first.

He motioned for her to take a left, away from the hall she was more familiar with, though that wasn't really saying alot.

He stayed a few steps behind her, giving her directions and soon they were in an older looking area of the building.

There was no carpet, no wallpapaer.

"Stop right here," he said, hauling her in front of a bank of elevators.

He pressed a down button on one then motioned her to get into the car that had opened up, smiling as she hesistated.

"Oh, I forgot, the claustophobia. Hmm, I guess waking up in that coffin must have been quite a nightmare," he said thoughtfully, and with fake sympathy.

She took a deep breath and stepped in, turning when he told her to.

He hit the lowest button, making her wonder how big this place really was.

And, as if reading her mind, he told her, "My father bought this place from the government. It was some kind of research and design lab or something, hidden by the mansion above it, and it works so well for my needs."

But she refused to get into any converstation with him, so just stared at the numbers that flashed above the door.

It stopped at a negative three, which made her grimance.

The doors opened on another halllway, this one much less prestine as the others that she had seen.

There were cracked tiles, stained wall, mold and other kinds of fungus.

"You have an injured man down here in these type of conditions?" she asked, clearly outraged.

But he just looked at her like she was insane or something, but then shook his head. "That way, Doctor," and he followed her out of the elevator, watching where he walked as if not to coil his shoes or cuffs to his expensive pants.

When they got to the end of the hall she was a huge white door. It was locked from the outside. He motioned for her to step off to the side and then quickly typed in the digit code to it, blocking her sight of it.

The door swung open to show her a tiny room. It was white, had a small table, and two chairs in a corner, and in another it had a toilet and sink.

But what shocked her the most was what there on a tiny cot bolted against a wall.

He was a man.

His feet were haning off the end of the said cot, his arms chained above his head, attatched to an eyebook in the wall. His dark hair was a mess; shaggy, like he kept it short and was now months late for a haircut. His body was covered in dried blood, bruises, scrapes and many other horrible things. And besides the cuffs on his wrists, this man was completly naked.

"What the hell is this?" she asked scared and shocked.

"This is your patient, of course," he told her.