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A/N My first House fic, please be kind.

Lisa Cuddy groaned as she walked out the door, shivering in the cold New Jersey weather.

It was dark and late, almost 2 AM, and after a long, grueling day, she finally had the privilege of going home.

She looked around the parking garage for a moment, her heart suddenly beginning to race as she saw that she was the only one out there.

Cuddy half considered going back in, asking for security to escort her out, but then thought better of it. This was in her own hospitals parking lot, she walked to her car at night alone hundreds of times, nothing had ever happened then.

Still, she couldn't rid herself of the feeling she couldn't describe, yet she knew. The hair on the back of her necks raised, her skin felt colder, and she had an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"You're being paranoid," Cuddy told herself, forcing a laugh. "You're fine."

She took a deep breath, scanned the parking lot briefly before she began to walk to her car, her footsteps echoing in the vast empty space.

She was almost to her car when a noise came from behind her, and she whipped around, her breathing heightened, her heart pounding.

She heard footsteps getting closer, although she couldn't tell from where.

Cuddy once again scanned the garage, feeling in her purse for her keys and grabbing them, her fist wrapped tightly around them.

She heard the footsteps stop and then complete and utter silence once again.

Cuddy let out a deep breath before it happened.

It came from behind, a loud grunt before someone pushing her on to the concrete floor. She used her hands to catch her fall before she turned back around and gasped, unable to get up and run or even scream.

A plump, sandy colored haired man who had to be at least 40 was leering down at her, a short silver knife in his hand, his pants unbuttoned and unzipped.

Cuddy made a move to run, but with speed much faster then she imagined the man to have, he reached down and grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.

The man turned her over and straddled her, a cold, malicious glint in his dark eyes.

Cuddy opened her mouth to scream but the man put the knife to her throat before leaning down and whispering in her ear.

"One sound," he growled in a husky voice, "and you're dead, bitch."

Tears flooded Cuddy's eyes as she nodded, taking shallow breaths.

The man pulled away and grinned, showing several yellow teeth.

"I like having one who already knows the rules."

He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek before pulling away, leaving Cuddy in tears.

""Please don't," Cuddy pleaded, biting her bottom lip hard.

The man pushed his body closer to Cuddy's. "You mean this?" Instead of going for her cheek, the man went straight for her lips.

Cuddy turned her head frantically from side to side, trying to keep her lips out of his reach and her mouth closed, but he put his hands on either side of her head and brought his lips forcefully on hers

Suddenly, Cuddy felt the tip of his tongue playing at the narrow valley between her lips.

Cuddy opened her mouth and bit down hard on his tongue.

The man pulled away instantly, but even Cuddy could taste a few drops of blood in her own mouth. She began spitting out on to the ground.

"You bitch!" he yelled as he looked at her as he pulled away. Blood was dripping down the front of his mouth. "So that's how you want it to be?"

The man stood in front of her, brought his fist back and punched her hard in the face. Cuddy's head jerked painfully to one side. She thought she heard something in her jaw crack, but she couldn't be sure. The pain was persistent and only seemed to increase the more she thought about it. As she tried to clear her head, she began to become aware that he was on her again, but this time he was doing something.

It took her a moment to realize that he had successfully un-tucked her shirt from her skirt. Another second caused her to realize that he was only two buttons away from having her blouse completely unbuttoned. Just as quickly, her blouse opened to reveal her plain black bra to him.

"You want to know how good that felt?" he demanded, looking completely insane in his anger. "It felt like this."

He took his hands and placed them both on her lean stomach, but then brought them up slowly under her bra. He touched, poked, prodded, and pinched her breasts all while giving her bloody kisses up and down her neck.

"Get off me!" Cuddy screamed as one of his hands slowly moved down her stomach and reached in between them and hiked her skirt up.

"Please don't!" she pleaded once more, beginning to sob. "Please don't, please don't!"

The man chuckled, kissing her full on the lips again before pulling back, laughing coldly as she spit out the blood again.

"That's it, beg for it," he growled as he rested his hands on her inner thigh, his nails scraping the delicate flesh.

"Let go of me!" she shrieked as he pulled down her panties.

"This is gonna be fun," he taunted in a sing song voice before he reached in between them once more and pulled out his penis.

Cuddy could do nothing but shake, the sobs cascading down her face as he got in between her thighs and forced them open, letting his hands rest on her breasts.

He looked up and down her naked body before a grin came over his face. "You're gonna remember me for the rest of your life."

Cuddy closed her eyes, waiting for the pain to start, praying to god that it would be over soon, but it never came, and instead, all she heard was gasping before the weight of the man was lifted from her.

She slowly opened her eyes and they widened when she saw the scene in front of her.

The man was gasping for air, his eyes wide, seizing wildly on the floor, a strange mixture of red and white foam oozing from his mouth.

Cuddy slowly stood up, looking down at the man in both fear and confusion as he uttered two simple words through the goop.

"Help me!"

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