The Chosen Ones

Rating: M (violence, rape, foul language, torture etc)

Pairing: Allison/Remy eventually

Disclaimer: Not mine! If I owned the show or the characters it would need to air on HBO after midnight.

Summary: On a trip to Thailand, Thirteen and Cameron are kidnapped by traffickers and only Cuddy thinks their disappearance is suspicious. Angst and hurt/comfort all around.

Authors Note: No offense to Thailand or those that hail from it. I only chose the country for this story because Thirteen visited it during the current season. I know these things happen any and everywhere, so I'm not singling your country out.

Also, this story was inspired by the song 'Dark Wings' by Within Temptation. Highly recommend checking it out on you tube. Reading the lyrics will give away spoilers ;)

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Allison Cameron felt the bottoms of her feet tearing as she was dragged down an unpaved and uneven path. She could see nothing but the inside of the rucksack that had been placed over her head and tied nearly an hour ago; or at least that's how long she felt it had been.

She remembered getting off the plane in Thailand and going through customs. Remy Hadley had been by her side the entire time. The brunette had been to the foreign country previously so Allison was all too happy to be led around.

"Keep up you whore!" The man whose grip was cutting off the circulation of her right arm yanked her closer to him and without her sight she tripped over something rough and jagged. The man managed to keep her upright, but now it felt like the toes on her mis-stepped foot were broken or severely sprained. Her subsequent limp didn't slow their pace.

Once the girls exited the small airport, Remy at once hailed what looked like an antique VW bus. Across the side, scribbled in what looked like charcoal was the word 'Taxi'. Allison didn't like the look of the vehicle from the start but her friend kept insisting that's how things were and she should try to calm down and relax; they were on vacation after all.

"Please, I need to stop!" Allison cried into the stuffy air surrounding her sweat soaked face inside the hood. The toes she'd stubbed were throbbing and it felt like there were shards of glass imbedded into the bottoms of each of her feet. She had given up on pleading for them to let her go after she had been stripped of all her clothing apart from her panties and shirt. They'd told her if she spoke one more time they'd take away the small amount of modesty she'd been allowed.

Remy looked over at her friend and co-worker who was sitting stiff and upright in the backseat of the taxi. Her small carry-on was clutched tightly in her lap. "Seriously, relax." The brunette smiled, placing a hand on the woman's knee. Allison looked at it, then out the window again. She knew their hotel was a few miles from the airport, but it felt to her like they'd been driving a little too long. Not to mention the lack of civilization they were now seeing around them.

Allison couldn't keep going at their rate and simply let her legs collapse beneath her. The few feet she was dragged ripped up her knees and the side of her left thigh. The three men who had kidnapped her stopped and she held her breath at the same time as she held back her tears.

"Excuse me, but I think you've made a wrong turn." Remy finally let her anxiousness overcome her when they had been driving almost a half hour and were now deep in the jungle. "Where are you taking us?" She added, dread overtaking her as she thought about some of the stories she'd heard about Americans being kidnapped in foreign countries.

"I warned you…" One of the men pressed Allison's shoulders to the jungle floor while another pair of hands tore at her shirt. It ripped after a few painful tugs and the woman felt the sudden breeze raise goosebumps on her flesh. With her shirt completely gone, a pair of hands reached for the waistband of her panties.

"We're not in a taxi, are we?" Allison had pushed her suitcase off her lap and was now practically curled into Remy's arms. Both women had unsuccessfully tried to get a response out of the driver and passenger but they didn't even turn to acknowledge them. Next they had checked the doors, but if there was one thing new about the vehicle they were in, it was the door locks.

They had kept her hood on as two of the men painfully, and without regard to her other injuries, raped her. She hadn't fought, not even as the first man shoved her legs apart and pried at her dry opening.

After another twenty minutes the vehicle finally came to a stop in a small clearing. The girls could see at least a dozen men, most wearing black ski-masks, converging on the van. "Oh god." Remy managed to get out before arms were tugging her out of the vehicle and onto the ground. Allison watched in horror for a few moments before her own vision was darkened and her body pulled to the dirt.

Allison could feel small amounts of blood and semen drip down the insides of her thighs as the men pulled her back to her feet. "You going to keep up now?" The men shared a joke in a language she didn't understand and the laugh that came after made her take a few shaky, painful steps.

She could hear Remy screaming from across the clearing as she was undoubtedly being undressed as well. Allison was in too much shock to utter anything more than a few pathetic pleas for release. When she was stripped to her panties and tank top she felt all hands move off her, yet could sense a presence coming closer. "You are nothing more than cattle to be bought, traded and disposed of. Talk again and you lose the last bit of comfort you'll ever have."

She was bloody, naked and defiled yet they still kept tugging her through the trees and brush. "Look, if you're in such a rush, just carry me!" Part of herself felt disgusted that she'd give in and offer assistance in her capture, but the other part didn't think they could do anything worse to her at this point so why continue to suffer.

Allison could make out three distinct voices and sets of hands pulling her away from the van and her friend. Remy hadn't stopped crying out but as she was being dragged away her friends voice grew dimmer and softer until it couldn't be heard at all.

The blonde held her legs tightly around the waist of the largest man while her arms encircled his neck. He was holding her on his hip like one would a small child and she briefly wondered if while not kidnapping and torturing women, the man had a wife and a family.

"We're here." One man spoke and to her surprise, she wasn't set down but the grip around her bottom and lower back tightened. Her hood was still firmly in place but that didn't stop her from turning her head trying to look around. "Let's get her inside."

"Let go." She hadn't realized it but her grip around the man who'd been carrying her's neck was rock solid. Her feet were now painfully on the ground once more while her naked body stood pressed against his. Immediately she released her hands and took a hesitant step backwards. The ground beneath her feet was cold and smooth; cement most likely.

As one of the men toyed with the string holding the sack around her head, she mentally readied herself to regain her vision. As dark turned to light, she shied a hand over her eyes. She wanted to ask them where she was but the words wouldn't form in her mouth. Instead, what came out was "Why me?"

The two smaller men were already turning towards the solid looking door exiting the cell. The larger one stayed a moment longer in order to answer. "Because you are one of the Chosen Ones." And then all three were gone.