A/N: For those who are unfamiliar with the movie Irreversible, it is a movie that shows the events backwards. It shows the revenge that the victims take before it reveals to you what the victims had went through. The point of it is to make you question whether the assaulters got what they deserved, or if the victims are just as bad. Normally, when shown what the victim goes through first we automatically feel bad for them, we get frustrated with the fact that the innocent had to go through such events and decide that they need to get revenge, and the harsher it is, the better. Some people believe that if you see it the other way around, you will get attached to the people who wronged the victim and feel differently about the treatment that they received. More so, it questions whether or not the said 'innocent' are really innocent at all.

This chapter is very short, but I did not want to add in anything that Hank had done yet. I just wanted the after effects of what happened to him.

Oooooo

Jude stood there in the doorway to Hank Sampson's room. The little brother of her ex-fiancee, Casey. Her countenance cold and void of emotion as she watched him lay there in his own blood. "Don't tell me I never warned ya," she flatly stated. Even if she didn't show it, she took great pleasure in seeing this man's suffering.

Hank attempted to sit up in his straight jacket, but did not get very far. His wheezing was audible as he tried to breathe with a battered, broken rib cage. "Rot in hell Sister," he hissed.

Jude remained stoic as she eyed the bruised face, the dried blood on his chin and upper lip. "I'm going to tell you the same thing ya told me eighteen years ago. If I do go, it was damn worth it," she sneered through a dark smirk. It felt good to finally be able to throw that back into his disgusting face. "I told ya I'll always win," she told him before turning and leaving.

Carl stood opposite of the door, waiting for Jude. "He's fine," she casually informed him as she made sure to lock the door. Once she turned back to face him, she smiled. "And later, let's treat the other patients to a movie. I'll see what I can get a hold of," she suggested. She was in a particularly good mood and wanted to share it. A feeling of relief washed over her. A huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

"Sounds good Sister," Carl replied as he started walking down the hall with her. "Any instructions on Mr. Sampson?"

Jude sighed. "Just leave him for twelve hours. Then go ahead and check on him. He's a hard one to crack, I imagine he'll be here a while," she responded.

Back in the cell, Hank lay there on the cold cement floor. The silence consuming him as he desperately tried to get comfortable. Over the past week, bones had been broken, part of his body were sore and swollen. He was covered in cuts and bruises. Some of them were from Sister Jude, and the others from the guards.

He began forcefully coughing, an iron taste coating his mouth as droplets of blood past through. It was obvious to him that it was a bad idea to lay on his back, so he turned over onto his belly and started trying to make his way over to the corner. It was painful and tiresome, but eventually he got there and was able to position himself to sit up and lean against the wall. He found though, that it wasn't much better than the floor.

Everything still hurt. He wasn't allowed any painkillers or anything. No sedatives to help him sleep. Instead, he was simply left there to suffer. He wasn't about to last much longer. Eventually his lungs would collapse and he would suffocate. His final days would be slow and painful. The death would be a welcomed relief.