A/N: I one of these because so many of you liked my other one. Warning their is rape, violence, and murder in this so watch out!
Disclaimer: I don't own this movie or it's characters. Only the ones I create.
Wallace was in pain, staring ahead. The door opens and two men are dragging a girl. A hood was over her head so he couldn't see who she was. It wasn't Susan, thank God. He could tell because this girl was much smaller and most likely younger. He looks up at Charles, noticing the business man was smirking at him.
"I came up with another way to hurt you, Wallace. I found another way to regret ever lying to me. Men?" He turns around the blond man removes the hood from the girl's head. Wallace is horrified when he realizes how young she was.
She had light skin and long brown hair. Her green eyes were full of fear sad she stared at the business man. She steals a glance at the soldier. Something in her eyes says "Help me. Please don't let me die." As if he had a choice.
"Girl, tell me, how old are you?" He asks her.
"Seventeen." She answer, swallowing. Wallace almost gasps, surprised that they had kidnapped someone so young and innocent.
"What's your name, dear?"
"Amelia."
"Tell me, Amelia, do you know why you're here?" She shakes her head, tears behind her eyes. "Well I'm going to tell you." He gets in her face, playing with her hair for a moment. "You see, Wallace here", he points at the soldier, "He head lied to me and now you're going to pay for it." She begins to shake with fear, her eyes spilling out tears.
"Please, sir, I won't tell anyone. Just let me go." She begs and he laughs at her.
"Oh I know you won't tell anyone, Amelia." He kisses her head gently, snapping his fingers. A table is dragged to the middle of the room, right in front of Wallace. The men drag Amelia to the table and they handcuff one of her hands to it. She begins to yell and scream, so they cover her mouth with a piece of duck tape.
She's pushed against the table, arm twisted behind her back. She's sobbing now, knowing what was going to happen to her next.
"You see, Wallace, this is what happens when you mess with me."
"Please just let her go, Charles!" He yells desperately. "She has nothing to do with this. Torture me instead of her."
"But hurting her will hurt you the way I can't: mentally. I know you have a weak spot for innocent people, especially young girls."
Wallace is forced to watch as the girl is raped by Charles' "friend". She cries, his eyes, begging him to make it stop. He watches, feeling tears falling down his own face. The man who was hurting her was laughing, enjoying every minute of it. Every cry made him happier, every scream made him feel better, every groan from her made him even hornier.
After about a half-hour he gets off the girl, leaning against the table and crying. She sinks to the floor, the handcuffs finally unlocked. Her and Wallace are left alone for a few minutes and he attempts to make conversation.
"I'm so sorry this happened to you, Amelia." He says, looking at her. She smiles at him, nodding.
"It's okay, it's not like you were the one who just raped me, right?" She jokes, laughing weakly. He may as well been. She crawls over to him, every movement causing her pain. "I hope you make it out of this hell hole." She kisses his bloody cheek.
The door opens and one of the men grab her by the hair and she yelps out in pain. Charles lifts his gun, pointing it her head.
"Any last words?" He asks, pulling the trigger before she has a chance to even answer. Wallace stares in shock, frozen.
"Now given me what I want or that will happen to that pretty wife of yours. Got it?"
Wallace nods, understanding completely.
Sorry it's so short, but this idea was in my head and wouldn't leave. Review and tell me what you thought!