Pitch black. Then came lighter shades of dark. She could feel a stinging pain behind her eyelids. The light became unbearable and she moved to sheild her eyes. This action was met with a creaking sound but no movement. She could hear a muffled voice. It was getting louder and the light was becoming more intrusive.

Who's shouting? Where the hell-

"I'm only gonna ask you one more time before I blow your pretty little head off. What is your name?"

"Who-" she opened her eyes just enough to see a blurry figure beyond her eyelashes. She moved to cover her eyes but was reminded of her condition by the same creaking as before.

"I'm getting real fucking itchy" a cold metal muzzle pressed directly against her temple. Her eyes snapped open and she groaned as the light poured into them.

"I'm Claire, Where am I? Who...?" she said through clenched teeth. With her eyes open but not yet adjusted she could partially make out the figure before her. He was a suprisingly small man considering the powerful voice she had heard before. About 5"9 though with him crouching over her it was a bit hard to be exact. His skin, she noted was about 3 shades lighter than hers which came as no suprise. His thick spanish accent made a good match to it. She had a few more seconds to note the deep red scar that ran across his brow before she recieved a slap.

"Do they teach you to stare where you're from, Chickadee?" tears welled in the corners of her eyes.

I am not going to cry in front of this dick she half demanded and half pleaded to herself

"Answer me, baby" He said in a sickeningly sweet voice, still holding the pistol to her skull.

"Where the FUCK am I?" whap! She felt the pistol collide with her cheek nearly knocking the chair she was restrained in over. The metallic flavor in her mouth came as no suprise though she was given no time to spit it out.

"Alright, looks like they don't teach you pretty little girls good manners anymore so we're going to play a little game." he grabbed her gently by the chin "It's called 'Master Says'" He smiled at his own words, knowing they disgusted her. "The rules are, do what I say or you FUCKING DIE! You like that Claire?" with barely a pause in his movement he quickly pulled her head back and pressed the gun the side of her skull, this time with enough pressure to bruise.

"Master says, swallow"

She shook in the chair, throwing herself back and forth. This did nothing. It didn't even losen his grip on her head. He removed the gun from her head and placed it between her legs, Tucking the bussiness end of the barrel firmly between her stiffening thighs. He kept pressing until the front sight was forced firmly and coldly against her bare flesh. The sensation of cold metal between her legs suprised her in more ways than one and the knowing look in his chaotic eyes told her that she had not kept it a secret.

WHERE THE HELL IS MY UNDERWEAR

He slowly shifted the pistol in circles, watching her expression change from fear and anger to embarrassment and frustration. For a moment he stopped. Their eyes met and he could tell she wanted to kill him. He let go of her jaw and she opened her mouth to spit. As a not so friendly reminder, he pressed the front sight of his gun directly onto her clit.

She swallowed immediatley. The taste made her want to gag but the feeling of all that blood going down her throat was the worst thing she could imagine. For now.

"Good girl" He croutched down on his heels, making his face less than one inch from hers. Moist alcohol and cigarette scented breath poured over her.

Don't you dare touch me you piece of shit!

She felt him retract the gun from between her lips. As he pinned her down with his eyes, he held it up to his face.

"Claire, claire, claire." he repeated, holding the now moist muzzle up to his nose. "It smells like you got a bit excited!" finishing with a laugh. He brought his hand up to her cheek and brushed away a small thread of her black hair. She could smell something familiar on him but it was overwhelming. Swiftly he popped up and spun on his heels.

"You're gunna like it here" he boasted.

"Fuck you!" she shouted from behind him.

"If I don't kill you first!" with that, he was gone.