Author's Notes: Oh dear god I hurt! I blew out my tendon again. Fucking thing. I'm really getting tired of this shit. So I'm layed up for the next few days until it heals enough for me to go to the gym. I am allowed to bike and lift weights though so I'll be doing a lot of that until it heals fully. Anyways, so here are the next two chapters. yes that's right I said two. What the fuck am I thinking? Well really I'm only doing this for my two lovely reviewers who without them this wouldn't have gotten posted. I don't know that I'll be continuing it or not maybe for them if nothing else. I hope I can get back to work on everything else here soon but I'm in pain so we'll see what happens. All right, seriously give me some kind of feedback on this.

Chapter 2:

Elaine shifted slightly back to lay down in the little corner of the cell she'd made her own. Ever since she'd been thrown down here she'd stayed as far away from the guards that often came in as possible. She shifted pulling the threadbare blanket up trying to stay warm as one of the guards, the one she didn't like, the one that eyed her hungrily continued to sit in his chair nearby. Most times when she had someone in the cell with her they were left to their own devices but sometimes guards were sent down to make sure they were behaving. Recently Elaine had been separated from the pretty brunette that was a few years older than her current four years. Little Elaine was quite mature for her age having grown up with a meth addicted mother though she didn't know that was the name of the drug her mother often took.

She didn't say anything when the door to her cell opened and the leering guard rose to his feet. He spoke to his companions who were holding a woman's arms in their beefy ones. They'd obviously dragged her from wherever they'd had her before but the woman's eyes were closed. Elaine blinked her pretty blue eyes watching as the meaty guard stepped back and allowed them to throw their cargo, yes literally throw their cargo into the room. The guard rolled his eyes and walked back to his chair watching as Elaine slowly moved forward. She sighed pulling her scratchy dirty blanket along behind her and settled down near the warmth of the unconscious woman. Without realizing fully what she'd done she'd pulled the arm of the woman around her and snuggled into her side letting her head rest on a full breast. She closed her blue eyes most of the way she knew better than to close them fully with fat man, as she referred to him, in the room.

She settled down and waited much warmer now than she had been before until a groan from the body below hers caused her to sit up slightly. She watched the woman groan and reach up touching her head before brown eyes met her own blue ones. The woman opened her mouth only to be told to be quiet by the guard who moved to stand over them with his large gun. The woman's arm tightened around her as she shifted automatically trying to protect the smaller body. Elaine snuggled close and ever so slowly lifted her hand to rest against the woman's mouth. She shook her head, her greasy brown curls flying as she stared at the very pretty woman. The woman gave a small weak nod of understanding as the guard moved back to his chair.

Hours passed at least that's what Olivia thought as she just laid there holding the small body of the child she'd been thrown into a dark dirty room with. She glanced around seeing the paint peeling walls, the hard wooden floors, and the boarded up windows. It was quiet so quiet she figured they were in the country somewhere but she had no way of telling how much time had passed or what time it even was. All she could do was hope that Elliot and the others knew she was missing and that they would be coming for her soon.

She heard the guard get up and she sat up slowly drawing the little girl to her to protect as he walked towards them.

"You think you can protect her you little whore? "The man asked his voice holding some sort of southern accent. She couldn't rightly place it but she recognized it vaguely.

"I'll do what I have to do to protect anyone."

"I thought I told you to keep that mouth of yours shut?" The man roared.

Olivia tightened her hold on the small frail body glaring at him as the man reared back with the butt of the gun. She twisted her body trying to protect the little girl as the hard plastic and metal connected with her temple. She fell back seeing stars and rolled trying to protect the girl as the gun's butt came down again striking the back of her skull with such force it jarred her teeth in her head. She willingly gave in to blackness as the beating continued unaware that her arms were still wound tightly around the little girl.

When the woman awoke again it was no longer dark, a single light bulb hanging from a chain in the middle of the room shone its yellow light down on them. She sat up carefully, feeling her body pull in certain areas signaling something was broken or at least fractured. She reached back tenderly touching the back of her skull which was swollen to her touch. She pulled her hand forward staring at the red substance staining her tanned hand before she realized what she was looking at. Blood, her rattled brain supplied. She glanced around wondering how she'd gotten there, where she was or anything else before a small whimper drew her attention. She stared at the little girl in the corner wondering if she knew where they were before something else hit her. Was the little girl hers? Were they related in some way? How were they related? Thoughts swirled in her head before another even more chilling one hit her Who was she? What was her name? She couldn't even remember her own name, let alone that of the little girl.

The little one eased forward as she opened her mouth and shushed her. "Why did you have to talk?" She whispered. "You only make them mad when you talk." She explained still hushed. "What's your name?" Her sad blue eyes stared into the pretty woman's brown ones.

The woman shook her head then squeezed her eyes shut as it brought on wave after wave of nausea. She turned a slight shade of green as the little girl looked at her worriedly.

"I'm Elaine." She explained. "Do you not have a name?"

The woman looked at her with large pretty almond shaped brown eyes and shook her head very carefully again.

"Okay. How about….Libby? I had a doll named that." She smiled softly.

The brunette, now named Libby reached up tenderly touching the back of her head which felt like it was going to split in two and tenderly swiped at the area with her hand but even the light little touch brought tears to her eyes.

"You can't cry Libby. It just makes them mad. You've gotta be quiet. It's easier if you stay quiet." Elaine told her softly.

"Will you two shut the fuck up in there?" Fat man's voice rang out angrily as he stomped into the room.

"Well look at you brave one all woken up. Was it worth it you stupid little slut?" He cursed at her spitting in her general direction as she hunched down drawing Elaine back into her arms to try and protect her.

"You see it's your own damn fault I had to beat you like that. If you'd just done what I said it wouldn't have been a problem. Boss has some plans for you two. Planning on selling you as a matched set; pretty little thing," Here Fat man leered at Elaine, "and her pretty big sister. You two are going to give him a nice fat chunk of change." He stroked at his large crotch with his free hand the large black gun still held loosely in his other as he stared at them.

Libby turned her eyes away in disgust just clutching Elaine close though it hurt everywhere to do so. She couldn't let the foul man hurt her. She was her little sister right? She supposed she was that's what the man was calling her anyways. She sighed when he finally left and looked at little Elaine. Elaine stared back at her and shook her head. "Quiet as a mouse." She murmured softly.

Author's Notes: What's a girl gotta do around here to get some damn reviews? Dee, Maigonkaze, thank you. You two are the reason these two chapters got put up otherwise I don't know that I would've touched it.