I ONLY OWN SARAH. WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS TORTURE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Sarah packed as fast as she could. Romeo had called her twenty minutes ago and offered her a nearby job. Sarah jumped at the chance. She had honestly missed working. As she threw what she was going to need in the bag, Happy walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "How long are you going to be gone?" He asked. "Romeo said it should take about a week.

Apparently this guy is giving him huge problems and needs to be taken out." Sarah said zipping up her bag. Happy ran a hand over his head. "I don't like you going on jobs alone. " Sarah turned around and wrapped her arms around Happy's waist. "I know. But this guy is smart. He will see you guys coming. Who is gonna suspect a slip of a girl?" Happy had to admit. She did have a point.

He still didn't like it however. But he wasn't going to follow her and risk the guy getting away and pissing off Sarah and Romeo. "So, what's this guy's name?" Happy asked as he walked her outside. Sarah threw her bag in the backseat and climbed in the car. " All I have is a first name and the name of the place where he hangs out. Paul and The Lighthouse. Now give me a kiss. I gotta go, it's a long drive. Happy leaned in the window and kissed her deeply and copped a feel before she drove away. Happy watched her car until he couldn't see it anymore. As Happy Got ready to go to work, he had a sinking feeling something horrible was going to happen.

TWO DAYS LATER

Sarah didn't know what happened. It's almost like this guy was expecting her. One second she was having a drink with him. Then the next thing she knew she was waking up tied to a chair in what looked like a warehouse. Her memory was foggy to say the least; vague and unconnected as if more time had passed than her brain said was possible. Her body felt as if she had not moved in days, it was at this point she realized she was immobile.

The chair she was in or on, it felt more like it was a part of her. Bands of metal were all over her, her head she was unable to turn or even open her mouth around the gag. She could not scream for help if she wanted to. All she knew was that Hap was gonna kill her for making such a rookie mistake, never take a drink with a mark, and fuck if she didn't, Damn him he was right she wasn't ready to go back to work. She was not on top of her game, no matter what she thought.

She hurt and hurt bad, no one place just everywhere, everywhere she had ink, and her skulls, her tally ink, all twenty-five little skulls felt raw and wet. Why is all her mind could come up with, why now? After all the jobs she had done, just what had she missed, more to the point, who had she missed?

Was Romeo pissed at her, did she miss someone on a job? Her foggy mind could come up with no one, nothing at all. Just the fact she was with Happy now was the only real true difference in her life. But he would never do something like this, he would want to add to her ink not remove it and damn sure not like this!

A door opened behind her, she could hear footsteps coming toward her, and she wanted desperately to turn her head to see who it could possibly be. Two large hands, man's hands in black latex gloves came down on her shoulders. The touch was not what she had readied her mind and body for, almost a caress, and deep sigh accompanied the hands.

The chair she was on turned out to not be a chair at all but a modified table. A table that spread her body out in such a way all of her was vulnerable, visible. Open to the discretion of the viewer, she was totally exposed. She was still mostly upright, but had yet to see who was behind her. The world went black as a dark hood was drawn up over her face; she had not even noticed it below her chin.

Then she could hear water, a hose by the sound. "No!" She screamed, mostly in her head, for there was little sound that could get past the gag in her mouth. She was hit by a stream of cold water, she felt her whole body contract to try and curl up and get away from the relentless force of it. She was not going anywhere.

The water stopped, the table was turned over, and it made her very dizzy. The urge to puke was strong, but she knew if she did it would just go into her lungs and kill her. Having forced someone else at another time to do the very same thing, she knew it would be a hard painful death, not her bag. So she controlled the urge, controlled it with rage.

She could hear something on wheels that squeaked, and rattled, over the uneven cement floor. She racked her brain to call up a mental picture of what it could possibly be. Then it hit her, a rolling try of tools of the trade, she had used the very same thing when a job was going to take several days. Her mind called up her own kit, the purloined medical tools, and the homemade ones. Things to pinch the skin up to allow better access, things to pull loose skin of the scalp, things to put intestines out of very small cuts in the abdomen. Clamps to shut off the blood flow, so the game could go on longer. And saw like things to slowly remove feet and knees, an assortment of the tools of the torture trade.

She steeled herself as she could hear the mutterings of the man, he was deciding what to do next, she felt cold steel across her abdomen, feel it dig in and the blood begin to drip out of her, he went all the way around her body, connecting back to the original start. The smell of her own blood and piss was the last thing she remembered.

Sarah awoke, again disoriented, but this time flat on her back. The table still in the same passion, leaving her open to her attacker. She held her breath and listened, she could not hear anyone else, she was alone and the hood was still on her face. The pain was not what she expected, had he put something on her to deaden it, to make this last as long as possible? She did not have any feeling for the passage of time, isolation is a wonderful tool, you can make the mark think it has been days or weeks if you do it right.

All she could think of was that stupid show on T.V. that her and Hap had watched where the couple could talk to each other in their heads. She did not know if it would work, but at this point all she could do was concentrate and try to think of him, her man. How his hands felt, the way he looked right into her very soul, the feel of the scruff of his days growth of beard on her neck as he held her close as they made out on the couch, breathing in her scent, could that have only been days ago, it felt like a life time. She tried to smile around the gag, but could not.

Sarah could no longer hold back her bodies waste, and the relief that came had the added satisfaction that whoever this asshole was he would have to deal with the mess, fuck him anyway. She could hear her pee trickling away, smart guy, she was over a floor drain, something she did whenever possible, it made clean up so much easier.

Again the door opened and the footsteps came up to her, the hose and again she could not scream as strips were peeled off her body. The drip of her blood and the heavy breathing of the man was the only thing in her world. Off in the far away distance she could swear she could hear the thunder there was only one thing in her world that made that noise, a pack of HARLEY'S!

The man did not stop in his peeling of her, like an apple. Sarah could now feel it in the table she on. All she could think of was could she live just long enough to taste those lips one more time, and she was out yet again.

The voice on the pre-pay was muffled, like it might be someone he knew, he did not recognize the number but at this point he was desperate for any and all news or help he could get in finding her. It was just an address, and he was told to haul ass if he wanted to find more than a few parts lying around. He took off like a shot out of the clubhouse where he had been since, fuck he was no longer sure how long he had been there. The place was full of Son's. As a group they followed him out and mounted up as to a man they had seen the look on Happy's and knew something was up. There was no way they would let a brother walk into trouble.

The very air trembled at the passing of so many bikes, cars pulled off the road, to just get the hell away from whatever or whoever they were after, the word was out, the Sons of Anarchy were out for blood!

The sun was still up but not for long, the address was way the hell out in the middle of nowhere. But there was one building that had lights on, it could be seen as they pulled up the long deserted road. There was one black SUV, parked at an angle to the door, and there was a big sliding door off to the side of the SUV.

Happy did not even bother to park his bike; he just leaped off it and hit the ground running, followed by twenty other pairs of well-worn boots. The moment his booted foot hit the ground his pistols were out and cocked and locked, he could hear others doing the same thing.

He slides around the SUV with no thought of his own life, just the life of the woman, his woman who had been taken from him! And came to a dead stop as all he could see was a sheet of glass. Glass covered in skulls, Sarah's skulls, and her skin. The glass was so blood smeared he could not see through it. He pulled himself together and continued on around the gruesome glass and stepped up behind the man thing that was currently skinning Sarah. One shoot in each knee, brought the fucker down to the sticky floor. Two Sons stepped up and drug him back, screaming he was not done yet, she was not perfect!

Happy reached out to see if she still lived, he saw and felt her breath catch and her try and flinch away from his touch. He had still not said a word, he didn't know if he could say actual words. He reached up and pulled the hood off her face, and saw the ugly red ball gag that was in her mouth.

Her eyes were wild, she was not seeing him, and he doubted she could see much of anything. Her eyes had the glazed over look of someone so near death that the brain could no longer process what was actually in front of their eyes. He pulled his knife and cut the strap of the gag.

Sarah took a huge breath and started to scream, he did the only thing he could think of to bring her back to him, he kissed her. Sarah froze; she had not ever thought to actually ever feel those particular lips again. She opened her eyes and looked into the endless wells of Happy's eyes. And smiled up at him as she gave up and let it all end, she was content, she was home.

A brother stepped up with a furniture packing blanket and draped it over her abused body. Tough these men may be, but there is just so much even the strongest of them could take, Happy looked up and nodded to the brother.

They surged around her to free her as fast as possible, each band was secured with a nut and bolt, on both ends and curses could be heard as the men tore up their hands to free her. The van had pulled up to the big sliding door and a makeshift bed was already in place.

Happy cradled her to his chest; he could feel each shuddering breath she fought to take. As he got situated in the van the door was slammed shut and the van took off like it was on fire. To a man, not one expected her to make it to the hospital. They were all mentally gearing up for a Happy that was on the war path, and he would not be alone. Sons protect their own, to the death, and that is what these men were preparing to do. Go to war.