Chapter 8 Where's Allison?

After finding out about what Cameron had done to the doctor, Diane and Dean were furious and for the next three days they punished her by not giving her any food or water. All she did was just lie there in her cell and stare off into the distance. When Jackie got the chance, she would sneak down to the basement and try to talk to the girl but it was useless. Cameron wouldn't talk back or even look at her. The only time when Cameron showed any sign of life was when she would hear the basement door open and Dean or Diane would come down the stairs. Cameron would instantly crawl to the furthest corner of the cell and sit there, shaking in fear while her eyes watched their every move. Jackie knew she was traumatized from getting raped and that made her hate Dean even more.

It was early in the morning when Jackie was awakened by the sound of Cameron's cell being opened. She woke up to see Diane going in and unlocking the cuff around her ankle, waking her. She screamed out in fear but Diane only smacked her to shut her up.

"Shut up!" she snapped as she pulled her up by her arm. She instantly pulled back and started to struggle.

"No! Let me go!" she cried angrily as Diane forced her out of the cell. Fed up with her struggling, she shocked her, letting her fall to the floor as her body convulsed.

"You'll behave if you know what's good for you!" she snapped as she pulled her back up but Cameron kept on struggling. "Dammit! Cut it out bitch!" she yelled as she shocked her again. Cameron yelled out in pain as she fell again and as her body convulsed, Diane took the opportunity to tie her hands behind her back. She pulled Cameron up and this time she didn't struggle. She was breathing heavily out of exhaustion and pain and Jackie knew she was close to giving in, to being broken. Diane smirked as she unlocked Jackie's cell.

"Is your period finished yet?"

"Yes ma'am," Jackie answered, hiding her anger.

"Good, follow me."

It wasn't long till they came to a room. Cameron didn't even struggle on the way there. She was tired and weak but if she had the energy she definitely would have took off running. "This is your room," Diane said as she opened the door and led both of the girls inside. Cameron's eyes widened. The room was huge and had its own bathroom. In the center was a queen sized bed with a red velvet canopy. The room was beautiful but she suddenly got a sickening feeling in her stomach as she realized what will be happening in here very soon. The rape that occurred three days ago was just a taste of what was to come in the future.

"Jackie show her around and get her bathed and dressed. Then meet us down for breakfast in an hour." Jackie nodded as Diane was about to leave but stopped in front of Cameron. "And you... if you so much as scream then it's back to the dungeons and you'll get the worse punishment of your life."

Cameron angrily glared at her, her blue - gray eyes fixed bravely on Diane's brown ones. Annoyed, Diane just smacked her in the face and if Cameron's hands weren't tied behind her back then she would have punched her but instead she looked down as Diane quickly left the room. Jackie slowly went over to her and untied her hands, knowing she was on the verge of a breakdown. "Allison..." She didn't answer or even look at her and Jackie could see nothing but fear and shame in her eyes.

"I need to take a shower," she whispered, backing away from Jackie and disappearing into the bathroom.

Cameron got into the shower, not caring that the water was steaming hot. She felt dirty and disgusting. She can still feel her rapist's hands on her and no matter how hard she scrubbed, she couldn't get rid it. She knew she couldn't wash away the shame she felt but that didn't stop her from scrubbing herself raw. Tears stream down her cheeks; it wasn't enough. She can still feel him and she threw the luffa and screamed. She started throwing the shampoo bottles and anything in the tub that she can get her hands on.

"Allison!" Jackie exclaimed, opening the curtain to see an hysterical Cameron sitting on the floor of the tub. Her face was buried in her knees and her skin was red and bleeding. "Allison, what did you do!" she exclaimed as she quickly turned off the water, noticing it was boiling hot.

"I... I can still feel him," she cried, finally looking at Jackie as she wrapped a towel around her and helped her out of the tub. "I... I feel... so ashamed and dirty. I can't... get it off!" she cried as Jackie embraced her into a comforting hug.

"I'm sorry Allison," she said softly through Cameron's cries. Jackie didn't tell her anything else. She just held her like she did after the rape. She wasn't going to tell her everything was going to be ok when it wasn't. Things were just going to get worse.

Chase was walking down his neighborhood putting up flyers of Cameron when his phone started ringing. "Chase, it's Foreman."

"What's up," he replied as he pinned a flyer to a pole, his eyes never leaving her face.

"The police station just called me. They think they caught the guy who kidnapped Cameron. They want me to identify him in a line up and I was thinking maybe you'd like to come with me." Chase instantly stopped in his tracks. Adrenaline coursed through his veins. The urge to drop everything and run to the station was strong but he forced himself to stay put.

"Yeah, of course," he replied, his voice shaking. "I'll meet you at the station." He hanged up, hoping this was the lead the police needed to finding Cameron.

"I'm going to ask you one more time," detective Sam Arnolds said to the young man Foreman identified as the third man that disappeared while the other two harassed him and Cameron. "Where is this woman!" He slammed his hand down on the table next to the photos of Cameron. William threw his head back and laughed.

"I told you! I never seen her before!" He looked the detective in the eye as he said that, not even flinching.

"The bastard is lying," Foreman said angrily through gritted teeth. He and Chase watched through the window that posed as a mirror on the other side. "I remember him standing next to his stupid friends." Chase, however, didn't say anything. He was too focused on the interrogation, his hands balled up into fists as he tried to control his anger.

"We have video evidence of a man with your exact body description kidnapping Allison Cameron! You were seen with the men who harassed her before she was taken! If you didn't do it then you know who did!" William sneered.

"You can assume it was me but you have no actual proof. You can't see through the mask." Arnolds smirked in triumph.

"I never mention that the kidnapper was wearing a mask." William looked dumbfounded as Arnolds held up the photo. "Where's Allison?"

"Fine," William chuckled, sounding almost insane. Might as well, he thought. Won't be long till they figure it out.

At this point, Chase was barely keeping it together. He couldn't stand the suspense of finding out what this bastard had done to Cameron.

"I did take her but I really don't know where she is."

"What are you talking about," Arnold said with frustration.

"She was forced into prostitution. She's probably been sold already."

All the color drained from Chase's face at those words. "You son of a bitch!" he yelled, attempting to barge in but Foreman held him back.

"Chase, calm down!"

"No! I'm not going to calm down when Cameron is out there probably getting raped everyday! I'm going to kill him!"

"That's not going to bring her back!" Foreman yelled. "Believe me, I wanna go in there and beat the shit out of that bastard as much as you do but it's only going to make things worse." Chase didn't say a word as he angrily glared at Foreman.

"Things are already worse," he said darkly before walking out. Foreman watched Chase leave with the sickening feeling of guilt. He couldn't believe Cameron was sold into prostitution. If only he had reported the harassment than all of this could've been prevented and she wouldn't have even been in the parking lot alone. Chase is right; things are already worse and he felt like it was his fault.

Later, Chase had calmed down enough to meet Arnolds in his office. "So what's the plan?" Chase asked. "How are we going to get Allison back?" Arnolds sighed and Chase knew something wasn't right.

"Look Dr. Chase, I'm going to be straight with you. I get 60 cases a week all having to do with missing girls and women kidnapped and forced into sex trafficking. Once they're in the system they're almost never found."

"What are you saying?" Chase asked too quickly. "That we're just giving up?" Foreman glared at Arnolds, knowing full well that's what he meant.

"Chances are, Allison will never be found."

"So what! It doesn't mean we should stop looking for her!" Foreman exclaimed angrily, feeling Chase's own anger radiating off of him in waves.

"Then start your own damn search party! For all we know she could be dead and halfway around the world in another country!"

"Of course we don't know!" Chase's voice shook with anger and disgust. "We don't know because you're just giving up! Do your damn job and find my wife!"

"Losing your temper isn't going to bring her back," Arnolds said coolly. "I'm searching for hundreds of missing girls who are stuck in the same position. Your wife's case isn't any different!" At that moment Chase couldn't control his rage and suddenly lunged at Arnolds but Foreman held him back. "Get out Dr. Chase," Arnolds snarled. "When there's a lead I'll call you but for now let me do my job!"

Foreman and Chase both walked into the differential room later that day where House, Wilson, Cuddy, Thirteen, and Taub were waiting. Hearing about the interrogation, they wanted to know if there were any new leads to finding Cameron.

"What happened?" House immediately asked. Chase sighed, looking defeated and tired. Foreman took a seat next to Thirteen and gently took her hand. She looked up at him questioningly but he only shook his head.

"The bastard admitted to taking her," Chase said.

"But?" House asked, knowing this wasn't good news.

"She was sold into prostitution. Chances are she'll never be found." The room got quiet. They all stared at Chase in shock.

"So they're just giving up?" House asked angrily. Chase nodded in disgust.

"This is bullshit!"

"I know," Chase agreed.

"What are we going to do?" Thirteen asked in a shaky voice. Foreman stood up.

"We're going to find her. All of us. I don't care how long it'll take. We're not going to stop until we find her."