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Maria now knew what it meant to be degraded. She felt like The Whore of Babylon laying there passively while Wyatt slammed in and out of her to the vulgar sounds of his followers. They were rubbing themselves, and moaning, and shouting things like, "Oh yeah!" The only saving grace that was keeping her from completely losing her mind was Seth. In spite of her humiliation, she stared at her love. It broke her heart to see the tears running non-stop down his face as he was forced to watch Bray mating with her like an animal. However, just seeing him helped her with her ordeal. She thought about the passionate, euphoric love making that they'd shared instead of focusing on the man that was now raping her.

A quiet, muffled, sobbing came from off to the left. Maria glanced at her older sibling. His eyes were wet with tears, but he looked like he was ready to kill someone. Seth did too for that matter.

"Oh God." Thought Maria. Bray was now licking her. "Please Lord, let this be over soon." She prayed. Her captor thrust himself inside her, deeper, and harder.

"Mop mou mon mof ma mitch!(stop you son of a bitch)Met moff mof mer!"(get off of her) Yelled Hunter into his gags. The one called Rowan punched him in the stomach again. Maria was terrified that he would suffocate from being punched in the gut while gagged. She hoped that he could at least get some air into his lungs.

Seth tried to shout something that was incoherent behind his own mouth restraints. He was punched as well.

She wanted to thrash around as much as she was able in her bonds, no matter how little she could move. She wanted to at least put up a fight, and make it difficult for this animal on top of her. Maria wouldn't dare. Two of the people she cared about would be killed.

After what seemed an eternity, the cult leader came inside of her. "Oh yeahhhhhh." He moaned as he shuddered. The followers in the room were again rubbing their crotches and yelling, "Oh yeah." themselves. One follower was so turned on that he licked the side of Seth's face. Rollins could do nothing about it. The knife was still against his throat.

One of the members holding Hunter down rubbed him all over his abs and muscles. HHH thought that he was going to be sick. He hoped he would not choke on his own vomit behind the tight gags.

He and Seth were released from the chairs, but their wrists were retied behind their backs.

Hunt groaned as his gags were tightened. Bray himself took care of Seth's. He pulled the bandanna so taught that Rollins' head went backwards. He also groaned as the knot at the back of his head was tightened.

Maria sobbed quietly as everyone left the room, dragging Seth and her brother with them. One raven haired, muscled man, with tattoos on his arms, lingered. He brushed his long hair back with his right hand, and then he covered her with some linens at the end of the bed. "I'm sorry." He said. "You are a brave woman." Then, he left the room. She had noticed him earlier standing apart from the others in the room. He didn't participate in all of the moaning and encouragement to Bray. In fact, Maria had thought that the man had looked rather pale during the "festivities".

As Maria stared into space, the personal "attendant" that Bray had assigned her on her first day as a prisoner at the compound, Dean, entered the room. He had a meek, subservient look on his face. He sat on the edge of the bed, and gently brushed her tears away with his fingertips. He said, "You are a very important person, and you are a human being. I don't understand why the master would treat his queen this way." He began to untie her.

"We've talked about this Dean. That man is not who, or what you think he is. You are being misled. How can someone as kind as you do the bidding of such a terrible man?"

Dean looked down. "He's not terrible. He's a…"

"I know. A great man. You are always saying that." Maria interrupted. "Why are you looking away when you say it this time?"

Dean was confused. He did not understand Bray's recent behavior at all.

"Dean. Would a great man treat innocent people this way? He tortured us. Is that the type of person you are? Someone who condones torture?" She sat up and rubbed at her bloody wrists and ankles.

"No…I."

Maria gently put her hand on Dean's cheek. "Please help us. We'll help you too."

Dean Ambrose looked at the woman sadly. "I can't."

She slapped him in the face with all of her might. "You coward! You are just a stupid sheep!Your simple mind just cannot grasp the concept of right and wrong!"

Maria immediately regretted slapping the handsome, strawberry blonde man. Not because he would hurt her in retribution, but because she could see how much she'd hurt his feelings. He was a naive, confused man with a terrible past. She felt compassion for him, as she knew he felt for her. She could see the hurt in his eyes. Maria could not feel hatred for Ambrose, even though he was in with her captors.

Dean handed her the clothes she had been wearing, a shirt and shorts. He turned away to give her privacy while she dressed. She was right. A righteous man would not kidnap and torture people. Maybe he had been fooled. No! Bray had helped him when he was at his lowest point, and given him a sense of purpose. There had to be a reason for all of this. He would talk to Wyatt as soon as he could. The master would give him answers.

Dean turned around when Maria said she was finished dressing. He told her, "Let's get you back to your quarters madam. You can get a shower, and get some sleep. Tomorrow I'll bring you the pregnancy test."