A/N: I actually got pretty frustrated with this chapter because the way I envisioned the story going was much darker, but I couldn't bring myself to write it. I love the guys so it's hard to write them this way but I just had to get this out of my system.

nolabell66: Me too! I always imagine Roman as being a giant teddy bear. He seems to have the biggest heart. Will he go through with it? I guess you'll find out right now!

Skovko: For some reason I'm always drawn to the darker stories, so I totally understand.

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The smile on Seth's face was so wide it was almost painful. The sound of the slave's sobbing and begging and occasional crying out in pain made Seth wish he could barge into her room and join Roman in punishing her. He wanted to be the one yelling in her face and slapping her when she wouldn't stop crying, knowing perfectly well it would only make her cry harder.

"Makes you wish it were you doesn't it?" Dean said with a grin, knowing exactly what Seth was thinking.

"Hell yeah."

Dean and Seth continued to listen on to the amazing sounds of punishment coming from the room just down the hall. Eventually Seth couldn't take it anymore and said, "Nothing wrong with watching right?" Dean quickly nodded and both men rushed to watch the show. What they saw when they opened the door was what wet dreams were made of. At least that's how Seth and Dean felt about it.

The slave was curled up in the farthest corner of the room with her hands covering her ears and sobbing while Roman towered over her with his back towards the door. His right hand was raised as if he was about to hit her. She was terrified. She didn't understand what she had done wrong. Though the sound was muffled, she could still hear Roman yelling at her, threatening her, "Stand up right now or I swear I'll fuck you up!"

"Please stop, Sir, please! I-I-I'm sssorry," she sobbed.

Roman was tired of waiting for the slave to stand, but opted to just grab a fist full of her hair and pull her to her feet instead of hitting her. Seth and Dean just silently observed the scene in front of them. They haven't seen Roman act this way in a long time and they were enjoying seeing their friend getting back to his old self.

After Roman pulled the slave to her feet, Dean and Seth could see that the slave was clearly naked and by the welts and red marks on her shoulders and legs, they could tell that her clothes were violently ripped off of her. Her left cheek was red and welted as well so they knew she had taken a hit or two. Roman turned around, the slave's hair still in his hand, pulling her with him. He couldn't help but smile at the proud expressions on his brothers' faces. "Good to have you join us, Boys," he said with a laugh. Roman motioned for the guys to take a seat on the slave's bed. They got comfortable and proceeded to taunt her as Roman did whatever he wanted to her.

The slave's room consisted of only a few things: a queen sized bed covered with a thick, black comforter with purples roses on it (Roman helped her pick it out); a decent sized closet that was large enough to step into, but not anywhere near as large as a walk-in; a small, white bookshelf that held books that she had chosen for herself whenever her owners let her go out and have a day for herself (a seldom occurrence so she made sure to get as many as she could in one trip); and a mahogany desk with a matching cushioned chair that the slave sat at when she wanted to write in the journal that Roman had so kindly gotten her after a very difficult day that she spent with Seth. The slave loved writing in her journal. She loved sitting in her chair and Roman knew that, which is exactly why he dragged her chair to the center of her bedroom and forced her to bend over the back of it and stare right into the eyes of Seth and Dean while he unzipped his jeans and pushed them to floor.

She tried to think of something, anything to distract her from the pain of Roman forcing himself inside of her without warning. He was angry. She could feel it in the way he raped her. It was clear that his intent was to hurt her instead of it being to please himself. Dean and Seth didn't make it any better when they started yelling at her, calling her a whore and telling her to take it. No matter what she thought about, she couldn't escape what was happening so she settled for picking a spot on the wall behind Seth and Dean and staring at it until it was over. After a while the guys started to quiet down. She felt Roman give one last hard thrust accompanied by a grunt and some heavy breathing that she had heard many times before, but this time the sound of it made her sick.

Before this, she would always give Roman everything he wanted without a fight because he treated her like he cared. She wanted him to touch her. He wasn't like the other two, but now she knew that he was just as bad. Maybe he was worse. After all, Seth made it clear how he felt about her and so did Dean, but Roman….Roman gave her hope. He made her feel like there was still some good left in her situation. He made her feel safe and without even having the decency of telling her why, he snatched it away from her violently. Roman is worse, she thought.

Roman shoved her to the side, sending her crashing pathetically to the floor once again. He bent down to pull his jeans up. "I'm done," was all he said before walking about. Seth and Dean followed silently. Even after hearing the door close, she stayed on the floor, naked and curled into a ball. She was shaking, but not from the trauma of just having been brutalized and not even from the sobs that so desperately wanted to come out of her. She was angry. She was so angry that she couldn't control the way her fists clenched every time she visualized the arrogant look on Dean's face. She was so angry that she couldn't stop clenching her teeth whenever she thought of Seth's stupid laugh. When a flash of Roman screaming in her face while he ripped her bra off popped into her head she started digging her nails into her wrist. She was pissed. She hated him. She wanted him to die. She wanted all of them to die…

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WELL! That's the end of that. Technically the story is over, but I've got one more chapter to add to this ball of fuckery. I guess it would count as an epilogue, so stick around for a little bit longer! Also, please review and favorite.