Catherine Willows lay on the cold concrete floor. She slowly opened her eyes but saw nothing, it was took dark. Catherine sat up slowly, taking inventory of her body. She was naked, but nothing was broken or bleeding. She moved to stand, but quickly went back to the floor as her sore body protested. She felt like she did after a night with Eddie. She had been raped, probably repeatedly. She took a deep breath, she couldn't think about that now, she had to get out of here. She started to crawl around on the floor, looking for something, her clothes, a door anything. Her hand suddenly came in contact with something warm. Skin. Her hand moved over the unconscious form. Looking for some recognizable feature. Reaching the face her hand ran over facial hair, a beard, Gil. "Gil?" she asked in a whisperer as she shook him "Gil, wake up, please" suddenly Gil turned over, pining her beneath him. He forcefully spread her legs and entered her. Catherine screamed and tried to fight him off, but he held her tightly. His thrusts were hard and hurt like hell because she was dry. Gil came inside of her and immediately went back to sleep. Catherine pushed him off of her and crawled to the other side of the small room, pulling her knees to her chest a she sobbed.