Short... sorry I'm sick with a vomiting problem and my head hurts. Crow: Here's that update you wanted.

Chapter two

1 YEAR LATER

Time meant little to Erik as he spent the next week nursing Luna back to health. Winter was closing in on them and Christmas was soon to arrive. The thing was though, that it didn't matter to Erik whether it was the holidays or not. He had nowhere to go and nothing to do. It was very lonely in the cage, and also disgusting because of the lovely array of rats that had now taken up occupancy in the holes. Not that he really minded, for though he detested rats and rodents of any kind he had no one else for company.

Luna was there, but then she was not there. Ever since her father's disfigurement of her one year prior she was not really there anymore. She would sit still and silent rocking herself back and forth, taking deep long breaths with her chin atop her knees. The recently acquired fever was of no help at all. The cold wind and snowy atmosphere was unpredictable and drafts always blew in from the outside, chilling her through her tattered rags. Poor Erik racked his ten-year-old mind day in and out as he tried to think of ways to help his friend but could think of nothing that would do any good even when he thought of something, for he usually drew a blank card every time.

Closing his eyes he went back to the pale of dirty water and dumped it into the pisspot, knowing that foul water was of no more use for healing than it was for drinking. Luckily there was a leak in the tent and plenty of rain water in his bucket still remotely fresh from last night's storm. It was strange, the whether he thought, pouring in the evening and a full-out blizzard during the daytime. Still, he was grateful for it because it gave him fresh water for drinking and cold water for Luna's fever. Looking at the maggot-infested rag, which was half eaten by moths, he shook his head and tossed it out side the cage where one of the baby rats; pinkies as he called them curled up on it in a spiral with its pregnant mother close behind.

Erik stole a peak over his shoulder to gaze at Luna not so peaceful face as she slept on a patch of old dirty straw. She was trembling as she law there curled up in the fetal position, sweat turning her blond hair nearly brown. Her brow was furrowed and there were circles under eyes as black as his hair. He crept over to her and kissed her forehead, she did not stir so he left her be, trying to think of what he could use to swab her forehead now that he had thrown the cloth away, Sighing he looked at the penny in his hand scornfully, it had been a gift from Luna. Her wages for that week since her father had upgraded her to the rank of whorek rather than sex slave, although Erik really didn't see the difference.

Looking back at her he whispered softly, "Someday Lu. Somehow I will get us out of here. Even if it costs me my life, you'll die happy warm and safe..." he crawled over to her and wrapped her twelve-year-old boys in his arms. "Just you wait and see."

- TIME LAPS- later that night

Luna moaned in her sleep as she was yanked brutally upward into the figure of her fathers overweight body. "Time to do your job wench!" Luna cried out as her body was then thrust over Erik's who groaned and looked up in terror.

"Do him! Or It'll be 'is death!" Her father roared and Luna sobbing did as she was told, proceeding to fondle him. Her father satisfied with the display yanked her up and proceeded with his nightly raping, leaving a traumatized Erik in his shock induced fainting spell. When he was done he dropped his naked daughter atop the boys chest, chuckling with the after affects of his pleasure and leaving to get his dinner.

-TIME LAPS AN HOUR LATER-

Luna woke with a start to find Erik holding her, she clung to him and cried. "Erik, my god... I'm sorry... he would have killed you if I hadn't done it..." she sobbed. He said nothing. He couldn't say anything, being to scared and fearing for her. Also what could he say? She had just been forced to molest him to save his life. He didn't know what that meant but he knew that it had hurt her. Hr knew who he was too, her father had made her do it.

As Erik held her he silently vowed to himself that he would kill this man someday.

He didn't know when.

He didn't know how.

But he would kill that man someday.