"Nooo! Stop!" Lance Bass yelled.
"Shut up!, " the man growled as he back-handed Lance. Lance's head snapped to the left, but he quickly regained his composure and pushed the man. The man stumbled backwards and glared at Lance. Lance bolted for the door, but the man grabbed Lance by the back of the hair. Lance glanced at the man and saw the gun coming down.

'Oh God, no!, ' Lance thought before blackness overtook him. The next thing Lance felt was cold water hitting him. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the man smirking at him.

" ' Bout time you woke up. You've been out for a good half-hour."
Lance was still groggy, but he noticed that he couldn't move and he felt searing pain. "I c-can't m-move, " he whispered.
The man laughed, "You're tied to the bed, silly." Then he smirked, "I've already had you once. But, I thought this time you might like to be awake. Don't worry, you were good asleep."
Lance was suddenly alert and noticed that both he and the man were naked. He looked at the man, with wide and frightened eyes, and whispered, "How could you do this to me?"
The man sneered at him, "You flirt and flirt and then, reject."
"I never flirted with you!, " cried a panicked Lance. The man snorted and Lance added, "If I ever gave you the wrong signals, I'm sorry!"
"Too late for apologies, " the man snarled. Before Lance could react, the man put a peice of duct tape across his mouth. Lance frantically shook his head, tears streaming down his face, when the man climbed on top of him. "Relax and you'll enjoy it." Then he, violently, entered Lance. Lance felt pain like he'd never felt before. He felt like he was being ripped apart and he started convulsive sobbing. He felt like he was going to vomit any minute and was trying to block out the man's grunts and moans of pleasure. With every thrust, Lance, felt as if he were being burned alive.

"Oh, yeah, baby!, " he heard the man say.
Lance became aware of something wet and sticky running down his legs. 'Oh my God, I'm bleeding!, ' he realized. 'God, please let this end soon! ' Lance, silently, pleaded as he closed his eyes and cried. After what seemed like forever, but in reality was probley only a few minutes, Lance felt the man give one more thrust and grunt, and felt the man's juices enter his body. The man got up and put his clothes on. 'Thank you God!, ' Lance thought in relief.
The man smiled and said, "You are one good lay Bass." He ripped the tape off Lance's mouth and untied him. He used a rag to wash the blood off Lance's legs, "Don't want anyone to find out about our little party, now do we?" He then threw Lance's clothes at him and demanded, "Put these back on."
Lance shook his head and whispered, "I can't move. It hurts too much."
The man sighed and stalked over to Lance, "Always have to cause problems." He jerked Lance's limbs, to get the clothes on, as Lance cried in pain. Just as Lance's shoes were on, they heard voices. "Don't you dare scream or say anything that you'll regret, " the man hissed. "Just contine to lay here and if anyone asks, you're sick, got it? Tell one person about what happened and I'll do the same to you every night. I'll also ruin the group's career by leeking your little secret. Now, be a good boy, and mabey this won't happen again. Understand?"
Lance nodded weakly just as the door opened. "Hey guys, we've been looking all over for y'all, " JC Chasez said.
The man answered, "Sorry. But, I came up here to get away from the party for a while and found Lance in here, as sick as a dog."
"Are you okay, Scoop? You look really bad, " Justin Timberlake said, as the others looked closely at Lance.
"J's right. You're sweating, pale, and your eyes are red. I think you need to see a doctor, " said Chris Kirkpatrick.
Lance remembered what was said and hook his head. "No, I don't n-need a doctor. I'm just a little sore and all, it'll probley be gone in a couple of days, " Lance said softly.
"Lance, you said the same thing, until you passed out during rehersal last year. You need to see the doctor, " said a worried Joey Fatone.
Lance shook his head and said, "No. Really, guys, I'm fine." "I just want to go back home and lay down, " Lance added before they could insist on the doctor anymore.
They all knew that once Lance had his mind made up, it was like talking to a brick wall. "Okay, let's you get you out to the car, " JC said with a sigh.
Lance was relieved that they'd all decided to go to the party together, because Lance knew that he never would have been able to drive home. Joey and Justin helped Lance to JC's car, while he silently hissed with pain with every step of the way. All Lance wanted to do, while he waited for JC to make it to his house, was cry, but he held the tears back. Five minutes later JC pulled his Jeep Cheerokee up to Lance's house. "I'll help you to your door, " Joey said. Joey pt his left arm around Lance's shoulders and put his right hand on Lance's right arm. When they reached the front door, Joey asked, "Are you sure you're okay? Sure you don't need to see a doctor?"
Lance nodded, "I'm sure."
"Okay, we're your friends, we worry."
"I appreciate it, but don't."
"Well, if you need anything, call one of us. And, we'll see you at the photo shoot on Wesneday?"
Lance nodded, "I'll be there. ' Night."
"Good night, " Joey said right before Lance went inside the house.
After the door was shut, Joey sighed and shook his head before he headed back to JC's car. Once Lance shut the door, he slid down to the floor, his back against the door. Two questions kept floating through his mind, as he held his head in his hands, crying. ' How did this happen to me? ' Why did this happen to me?'

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