Alrighty then, here's the next chapter for you! Just a little warning… this chapter is pretty violent, even the descriptions of some gruesome details. If you don't like reading that, than just skip the whole italic's bit (which is the flashback).

Apart from that, I hope you'll enjoy this chapter nonetheless.

[Flashback]

A musty smell reached her nose, making her sniffle. She blinked a couple of times, trying to adjust to the light coming from a small window across from her. She looked around, figuring out where exactly she was. She remembered that she was on patrol with her section and some SAS guys, when suddenly they were getting shot at, eventually hitting the captain in the neck, leaving him to die.

She swallowed, hoping that the upcoming tears wouldn't show themselves to the outside world. She felt the guilt of the captains death slowly creeping up on her and there was nothing she could do about it. The last time she had felt this guilty, was when she thought she got both the boss and Smurf killed. The question why she wasn't the one shot hunting her for the rest of their recovering process.

She breathed in her body's must needed fresh air, before slowly but surely sitting up. She growled in agony when pain shot through her body, going straight to her head. She looked around the room again, only this time from a different angle. She noticed something was in the corner of the room. She narrowed her eyes, when she finally saw what the object was. It was a person sitting there, face to the concrete walls around them. "Hello?", she said, her voice all squeaky.

When the person turned around, she was met with a familiar pair of dark, almost black pair of eyes, surrounded by her tanned skin. A person she never thought she would see again. "Bashira", Molly said, surprise evident in her voice.

"Molly?"

"Yeah, it's me."

Molly put in some effort and extended her hand, indicating Bashira could take it. The young girl didn't hesitate; wrapping her smaller hand into hers. She smiled at the person she saw as her little sister. Bashira had grown up, slowly growing into a beautiful young woman. The last time she saw her, she was playing outside in that safe house, which she insisted on visiting against Qaseem's wishes.

Their special moment came to an abrupt halt when the door swung open, a group of insurgents entering, dressed in kaki coloured closing and their wide arsenal of weapons hanging around their bodies. Bashira let go of her hand, going back to the exact corner she just came from. The door was shut again, the echo of the loud bang it caused the briefly heard. "Why am I here?"

As a response the group of insurgents stepped aside, revealing their true leader. Again she was met with familiar eyes, the colour of the skin close to the one of Bashira and the hair colour black as the night. When he looked at her, all the missing pieces started to fall back into their original place, forming one, giant jigsaw puzzle. It was Bashira's brother Zemaray. "What?", she said breathless, like she had just run an marathon.

"Didn't expect to see me here?"

She didn't answer his question. She simply looked at him, hoping that it was the same way she once looked at him in Camp Bastion, when she had interrogated him. "Why am I here?", she asked, more confidence present in her voice.

"I had made a promise to you", he started, while walking closer to her position, before kneeling down in front of her. "I promised I would avenge my family."

She laughed at his words, which resulted in him hitting her in the face. In the background she could hear Bashira shriek, before she thought she heard her sobbing. Pain shot through her face, slowly spreading across the rest of her body. She looked at her attacker again, even more determined than ever. "I ain't afraid of ya", she said, repeating her words from all those years ago.

"You should be." He stood up again, rejoining his men before turning around. "Like I said, I will avenge my family's honour."

She saw anger appearing in his eyes. He pointed his finger at her, before he raised his voice, stepping towards her again. She backed away, fear finally found her in this God forsaken country. She tried to back away, but he was too fast for her. He grabbed her by her collar, slightly lifting her from the ground. "You have killed my father, ruined my family's reputation. I will avenge their honour."

He threw her back, her bottom and legs ached when they touched the ground again. He walked back, standing in front of his men like he was their true leader. "What you're gonna do, then? Huh? Kill me?"

"No." He shook his head. "I'm slowly going to torture you until you beg me to kill you."

One of the men still gathered behind Zemaray opened the door again, disappearing in the hallway before returning with a chair, closely followed by a black bag. Her breathing started to increase by this development, anxiety taking over her body.

Two pair of firm hands grabbed her under the armpits, dragging her towards the chair before throwing her into it. They strapped her arms, the robe cutting in her wrists, making her arms go numb, while tying her legs violently as well. In the background she could see Zemaray smirking, enjoying the fact that he was in control now.

Other men unpacked the bag, revealing some device that she thought had something to do with electricity. Wires were being attached to her fingertips and head. Someone grabbed her by her throat, making her open her mouth. She was shaking her head in an uncontrolled manner, struggling to stop them from reaching their goal; getting the wire attached to her tongue. Eventually she lost, simply because there were too many for her to fight.

The men started to depart the room, leaving Zemaray in control of not only her life, but that of Bashira as well. The young girl, whom she gotten so fond of, was still present in the room. She knew that she had been exposed to far too much violence in her life, especially living with a father like Badrai, but that didn't mean she should see more of it in her life.

When she saw Zemaray turning on the machine, she yelled: "Stop!"

"If you're such a man of honour", she started, momentarily finding her courage again. "At least have the good manners and get your sister outta here."

Her statement must have meant something to him, since he ordered the men to take his sister out of the room. "Molly, no!", Bashira yelled, desperately trying to reach for her comforting hand again.

"It's alright, Bashira", she said through the tears, through the pain.

Tears started to stream down the young girls face. "No!"

"Tah eejay zama khor", Molly said, trying her best to pronounce the words right in Pashto.

"Sisters forever?", Bashira whispered.

"Forever, I promise."

They dragged Bashira out of the room, her screaming for Molly heard even after the door was closed. The other men also started to leave, eventually only leaving behind a loud bang of the door when it was being closed. Zemaray smiled, his evil eyes remaining on her. "It's time to play", he said, followed by the most evil smirk she had ever seen in her life.

She closed her eyes, not attempting to stop the tears from running down her face. This was it. This was the end. She was never going to see Charles again, feel his amazing lips on hers, see his beautiful smile when he laughed at something she said in cockney, which he clearly didn't understand. Or how he made sweet love to her in a way no-one had ever done to her. No-one had loved her like he did.

She would never see her mother again, the woman who raised her and who was so proud of her for joining the army, making something of her life. She would even go as far as she would miss her father, whom she seemed to get closer to every time they were together. She hoped that her letter from the grave would give them some consolation.

"I love you all", she whispered softly, hoping that her kidnapper wouldn't have heard her. He simply pressed one button, releasing something that would cause the worst pain she had ever experienced; getting electrocuted.

"AH!", she screamed!

"Molly", someone said, his voice sounded far away.

"Private Dawes, come back!", someone said, only this time it sounded louder, much louder. A nudge to her shoulder made her come back, following the sound of that one voice, hoping to get a grip on reality again. She snapped out of her nightmare, leaving the brutal image of Syria behind, taking in the surroundings of the shrink's office.

Molly sat up straight again. "Good. Take a few deep breaths. You have done wonderfully." The doctor handed her a glass of water, before sitting back in his chair opposite of her. Ever since she was discharged from the hospital she had been coming here for the treatment of something called PTSD. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder was what he had called it. Something that was very common to soldiers returning from war, he had said.

She took a few sips of the water, before putting it down on the green coloured table, which was positioned between the doctor and her. "Why do I have to relive it every time?"

"Because exposure to the nightmares help them decrease", he said, his voice steady as usual. She looked at him, like he was talking crap, before he added: "Scientifically researched method, private. Really."

"Bet none of them have these bloody nightmares."

The doctor chuckled, before changing the direction of the conversation entirely. "How is everything at home? Have there been any improvements regarding the relationship between you and your partner?"

Molly leaned back, taking a deep breath. "We have talked", she said casually, like it was nothing. "If that's what you mean."

"Talked about what?"

"'Bout one of the nightmares. The one where the captain's dying and that." The shrink across from her started to write things down into the notebook that rested on his lap.

"How was that?"

She shrugged. "Talkin'? Fine, I guess."

The doctor adjusted the position of his glasses on his noise, before putting his hands together. "You seem doubtfull."

She looked at the man that was supposed to help her, help her get rid of the bleeding nightmares that kept her awake so many times. She was getting frustrating at the whole healing process, if she was being completely honest with herself. She wasn't healing, she was hurting deep inside and she simply wanted it to stop.

She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "I just want it to stop, doc", she said, honestly audible in the way she said the words. "Want those bleedin' nightmares to go away."

The doctor nodded, his grey hair shining in the light above him. "And talking about it, especially with your partner, helps. Really."

"How?"

"Because you'll drive yourself insane if you don't talk and the pain will become unbearable, eventually. It won't make the negative thoughts go away."

She took in the doctor's words. Deep, deep down inside of her she hoped the doctor was right. That talking was a way of dealing with it. That it would make the pain and nightmares go away.

"Are you still taking your medication?"

She nodded. "Yeah, those don't seem to do the trick either."

"It takes some time before your body gets used to them", he started to explain, his eye brows forming one, big frown on his forehead. "You need a certain amount of it in your blood before it helps. It simply takes time."

He paused for a moment, the gravity of the current situation still present in his facial expression. "The treatment is not going to work if you don't believe in it, Molly."

"It ain't helpin', that's why I don't believe."

"Like I have said, it takes time. If I had a wand and waving it would make everything go away, I would use it."

She chuckled, not before reaching for the half-full glass of water and taking a sip. "Would be a lot easier if you could."

Now it was the doctor's time to chuckle again, before he checked his watch. "Alright", he said. "Just keep taking the medications until we reach week 15 and keep talking about it. It will get better, really."

"Hope you're right. It's doin' my nut in, to be honest."

He put the notebook on the table, before standing up and moving towards the door. "I'll see you next week, private", he said, extending his hand.

"Next week." She nodded, shaking his hand before leaving the doctor's office behind her.

Carefully she closed the door behind her. "Charles?", she asked, while putting her coat on the hat stand and walking towards their living room. She looked around their apartment, trying to find any trace of her boyfriends presence.

Her glance wandered across the living room, eventually settling on the couch. There she found the answer to her question. She walked across the couch, finding Charles half sitting, half lying down, she couldn't describe it any other way.

She stifled a laugh, trying not to wake him. He was lying there with his mouth half open, looking absolutely ridiculous. She couldn't help herself but compare this sight to the one's she had seen a lot at home with her younger brothers and sisters. With a little imagination she could easily picture some drool coming from the corner of his mouth.

She decided to sit down next to her, moving his arm in such a way so that it would be wrapped around her shoulder. She snuggled up against him, her head resting firmly on his chest. She closed her eyes, letting his smell reach her nose, helping her relax. Slowly, she drifted off to an unknown land, but this time it wouldn't consist of nightmares. She would finally see a happy ending to her dreams.

Firstly, thank you again for the lovely reviews. I hope you have enjoyed this chapter as well, despite the violence…

Anyway, what do you think of this chapter? I hope it's answered some questions as to what happened to her. I have done some research to electrocuting someone, made my stomach turn really. Most disgusting this I've ever read..

I will reveal more and more about the events in the next chapters. Don't worry, this story is far from finished!

Just one more thing. The Pashto that I used in the flashback scene means literally: You are my sister. I have simply translated that sentence piece by piece, so I'm not sure it's grammatically right in Pashto. If I've translated it wrong, just let me know and I'll change it..

And as always, a review would be very lovely :)