Tamlin was silent the entire way home. I only stared out the window, watching the road.

When he drove into the driveway, my car parked at the curb, he slammed the car door shut with more force than necessary, and I flinched.

He opened the door for me, shut it, and locked it. I swallowed.

"Would you like to explain to me, what the hell you've been doing behind my back?" He growled, as he backed me up against the wall.

"I'm sorry," I said, lip quivering. I bit it to keep it still. Why was I apologizing? I did nothing wrong. But I found myself saying the words anyways. "I swear we're just friends!"

"Oh yeah? And what about those other guys?"

"I- I- We're only friends, I haven't even known them for a week! And there's nothing going on between Rhys and I!" I cried.

"Rhys? Not Rhysand?" He pinned my wrists to the wall, and I could feel his hot alcohol-smelling breath on my lips. "I don't believe you! You little bitch, you went away from me to college so you could hook up with hot guys! How long have you been cheating on me with Rhys? How many guys have you slept with?"

Tears were streaming down my face now. "I'm not cheating on you!" I screamed. "I love you!"

"You haven't been doing a very good job of showing it!" He snarled. "Answer the question, you slut!"

"I'm telling the truth!" I cried. "I love you, only you!"

"Do you?" He snarled. "Because I don't like my belongings being shared!"

"Belonging? What-" He cut me off by forcing my lips open with his own and started kissing me roughly. I squirmed against him but he held firm. He took both my wrists in one hand and started running his hands over my body possessively- touching me. No! I wanted to shout. Stop! But I could do nothing, completely vulnerable and at the mercy of Tamlin. His hands found their way down my pants, and every thought winnowed away from my head. I started struggling against him. His fingers nearly slipped between my legs, but my phone suddenly rang. He pulled away from me with deliberate slowness, and I would've cried from relief if my tears weren't flowing already.

But my relief turned to horror as he took my phone out my purse and I caught a glimpse of the caller ID. Nonononononono. Tamlin put the phone on speaker and I burst into more tears.

"Feyre, I just wanted to make sure you were home safe and ok, you seemed to be pretty upset-"

"You again?" Tamlin snarled at Rhys over the phone.

There was a pause on the other end, before Rhys replied in a less concerned tone, "You are… her boyfriend." There was worry in his voice when he asked, "Is Feyre there? Is she okay?"

Shudders wracked my body in loud sobs. I tried to keep quiet, I really did.

"Feyre?" Rhys asked.

"Shut up, you little fucking bitch," Tamlin snarled. Rhys heard.

"Feyre? Feyre!"

"Listen here, you fucking prick," Tamlin growled into the phone. "I don't know how long you've been sleeping with her, but Feyre is mine. Mine, you hear me?" I opened my mouth to say something but he clamped his hands over my lips. "Don't ever talk to her again. Shouldn't be too hard, seeing as she won't be coming back to college. I don't give a shit if you think you're somehow entitled to her, now that you've been secretly fucking the slut, because she. Is. Mine."

I bit down on his fingers. Hard.

"Bitch!" He yelled. And then his hand struck my face.

I screamed. He hung up on the phone.

"We're done!" I cried. "We're done!"

"No." He growled. "You're mine." He slapped my face again, leaving another stinging mark. My wrists ached as he grabbed them by the bruises he had left earlier. Tugging me towards the basement door, he flung me inside. Everything went black as I fell on the floor.

I woke some time later, there were no clocks in the basement. There was nothing actually, but it didn't feel like much time had passed. It was cold- unnaturally cold. I looked down, and started crying again. I was naked, my clothes in shreds in a pile near me. I was seeing red, angry, yet terrified. I hurt all over, and I realized I was covered in bruises. The door was open, and I scrambled towards it, but Tamlin's leering face stepped into view, effectively blocking the exit. His gaze traveled up and down my body, looking at what he wanted, and I stepped back, trying to retreat into the cover of the shadows. He came in, and I backed away, but he cornered me and pinned me against the wall. Then his mouth was on mine, and he was touching me where I didn't want him to. My whimpers were muffled by his tongue, and his hands were all over my bare skin. He slid a finger inside me and I gagged. Then another. He pulled them out and brought them to his lips, and I gagged again. Thankfully, he didn't do much else before heading towards the door.

Instead he swung the door shut, but not before saying. "I'll visit again later. You can come out when you've learned to be a good pet." The unmistakeable sound of a door locking.

I'm claustrophobic.

I couldn't breathe. The walls were closing in on me, and I couldn't breathe. My phone was gone, I couldn't call for help. Help. Help me. I ran towards the door, trying to open, but it wouldn't budge. I tried slamming into it, but all that did was make my bruises hurt even more, and I couldn't help the whimper that escaped from me. Escaped. Why can't I escape? The door's locked. It's locked, it's locked, he trapped me in, I'm trapped trapped trapped trapped…

I slumped to the ground, sobbing, and curled up into the ball. I can't get out. I can't get out. Breathing became impossible, and I struggled to take in oxygen. My breath came out in labored, uneven pants, and I couldn't get out. The room was too small, no windows, only that one damned door and I was trapped. I was trapped like a vulnerable mouse, prey, too weak to do anything. I couldn't breathe again. The room started to blur, and I could feel my consciousness fading.

Then the door was being kicked open, and I was being taken into someone's arms. My eyelids fluttered shut, and gorgeous purple eyes flecked with silver were the last things I saw before I passed out.

Rhysand

I was seeing red. I wanted to kill him, I wanted to kill Tamlin but Feyre was my top priority. The entire Inner Circle had been listening on the phone when I called her- we had heard everything, from Tamlin answering to Feyre's scream. My mind kept replaying it as Mor and I frantically drove to her house. Her sobs. Her voice getting muffled by something. The sound of something hitting something else and her scream. I didn't care what speed limits I broke, I had to get over there and find her and see if she was alright. No, of course she wasn't alright. When I got to her house, Tamlin had answered the door, and was about to slam it shut when I stepped around him like he was a piece of furniture. Then it got messy. I had to knock him out by slamming a beer bottle lying around into his head. Mor and I had combed the house looking for Feyre, had searched all but the basement, which was locked, and we couldn't get into. Then I heard her. Quiet sobs muffled by the door, nearly impossible to hear, but there. I found the keys in Tamlin's pockets and unlocked the basement, and there she was. Feyre had looked like she was on the verge- no, screw that- was in the middle of a mental breakdown. I took her in my arms and she passed out.

"Oh my god," Mor said, hand flying to her mouth.

I dragged my eyes from Feyre's eyes to survey her surroundings. That's when I realized she was not wearing anything. I forced my eyes away as I shrugged off my coat and put it around her- but not before I noticed the bruises everywhere. It was too dark to make out the extent of the injuries, but he had still hurt her. Mor took Feyre from me into her arms and I stood up. I punched the wall, not caring about the pain in my knuckles.

"Rhys," Mor said softly. "We need to get her out before Tamlin wakes up."

I nodded, clenching my hands into fists. Mor handed Feyre to me, and I put one hand on her back, slid the other under her legs, and scooped her up. Mor grabbed Feyre's purse and stuff before we left, then I laid her in the backseat of my car carefully. We drove to my house, 55 Night Court. There, I slipped her into an oversize dress that I decided would suffice as a dress. I put her down gently on my bed and pulled the covers over her. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I went downstairs to make her some food.