Peyton was sitting, leaning against the pole she was still tied to. She wanted out of there so bad she could taste it. She kept her eyes and ears peeled for any noise or sight that could possibly get her out of there.

She surveyed the room for what seemed like the hundredth time that hour. The light had been left on so she could see several items around the four walls.

She spotted three wooden chairs around the room, as well as what looked like an old picknick table and some rope. This was all to her right, to her left was the door and a small window. She could see some plants growing in front of it, so she guess she was underground in a cellar or a bunker of sorts. In front of her was another pole, like the one she was tied to, and another wooden chair. Overall the room looked like a garage, or shed. Just some place you'd store things, only problem was she was the thing being stored.

Peyton swung her head to face the door when she heard footsteps walking up to it. She squinted lightly as the same man as before opened it and closed it behind him. He strode up to her, overconfidently and knelt down in front of her.

"Hey," he said brightly. She just glared at him.

"Not as talkative as earlier? Should I be insulted?" Peyton rolled her eyes at him and dropped her head back against the pole.

"Okay, you may have to become a little more personable, or we're going to have a problem," he said. She rainsed her head and glared at him.

"I think we already have a problem," she said in a steady tone. He raised his eyebrow.

"I don't think so. It's all good from my point of view."

"Look, just let me go," she said.

"Wow, serious de ja vu."

"Well, are you at least going to untie me?"

"Maybe."

"Come on, this is really uncomfortable," she whined. He rolled his eyes.

"Do you really think you're going to be all that comfortable during your time here?"

"I'd like to think so," she said. He rolled his eyes and went around to her back and untied her arms."

"Don't run," he said. She shook her head.

"I wont."

"I'll catch you if you do."

"I know."

"Good."

"Right."

"So, now I've done something for you. What are you going to do for me?"

"Umm, get out of your hair?" she asked. He laughed.

"You're funny," he said. She smiled ruefully.

"Oh yeah, I'm a real comedian," she said. He came around to her front again and kneeled down in front of her.

"I'm sure you are," he said. She looked at him, knowing he was going to touch her, but wanting to get far away. He reached his hand out and rubbed her cheek again, this time she swung it away with her hand.

"Still rowdy," he observed. He moved quickly and flipped her over onto her back, securing her arms above her head.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked softly. He kissed her nack and cheek up to her ear then whispered.

"Because I can."

"No, you can't," she said. He propped himself up lightly and looked down at her.

"Why not?"

"Because this isn't your body to do things with. You can't use me for your own sick fantasy's," she said. He laughed lightly.

"Oh, I can't?"

"No."

"Sorry, honey. That's not the way it works." He dove in again, kissing her face and neck and collarbone, leaving nothing untouched.

Jake, Brooke and Lucas walked into the library where they found Haley and Nathan looking over history notes.

"Hey," Brooke said. Nathan and haley looked up, somewhat surprised.

"Umm, hi," Nathan said. Brooke grabbed his and Haley's hands and pulled them up.

"We need help, finding Peyton. She's been missing since last night," Brooke said urgently.

"What do you mean missing?" Haley asked, worriedly.

"I mean missing, as in not seen or heard from, not here not home not anywhere. Nathan you're the only person here with a car so we need you, and Haley we need help looking. We're going to search the whole town until we find her, please please please say you'll help us?" Brooke asked, as she continued dragging them out the door.

"Yeah, of course we will," Haley said.

"Yeah, so any idea's of where she'd be?"

"None. Her car was at home though, so we know she has to be in town, it's just a matter of finding her," Brooke said. Nathan pulled his hand away from her and let the five of them to his car.

"Okay, so we go to the middle of town and spread out," Lucas said. The rest agreed and they went on their way.

Once they reach town square, which was virtually in the middle of Tree Hill, they spread out with Brooke and Lucas going in one direction Haley in another and Nathan and Jake in the others. They figured as long as they convered all of the directs it'd be easier to find Peyton.

Jake ran through town, asking everyone if they'd see her, unfortunately having no luck.

Brooke and Lucas were doing the same thing, turning up with nothing, as well as Haley and Nathan.

Peyton was laying pinned, underneath this nameless man. She could do nothing against him, as he was at least double her weight in pure muscle. She'd never felt so powerless in her life.

The man suddenly stood up. He had discarded his own shirt and her pants, but nothing else.

"I think that fine for now," he said. She knew he was just taunting her, which made her even more angry.

"Can I go?" she asked. He shook his head.

"I don't think so, but I will take these, to add to my collection," he said. She stood up and shook her head.

"Just give me my clothes, please. It's cold," she said. He shook his head.

"But you just look so cute," he said. He grabbed her pants and his shirt and left the room, Peyton heard him lock the door behind him.

"Son of a bitch," she screamed. She began pacing around the room and walked over to the small window. It was nearly at the ceiling, so she stood on a chair to see out of it. She could tell that she was still in Tree Hill. She was in the cellar directly across from the market place. Not many people were around right now, due to the fact that it was the middle of the day. Everyone would be at work for several more hours.

She hopped off the chair and went to sit at the picknick table in the corner of the room. She was unaware of how long she stayed there, but she fell asleep on top of it, sleeping for the first time since she'd first woken up in the hell hole.

She awoke to the door opening and closing again. She groggily lifted her head and came face to face with her tormenter.

"Good morning, Peyton Sawyer," he said. She looked confused.

"How do you know my name?" she asked. He smiled and sat across from her.

"Oh, I ran into a boy about your age. He was looking for you. He said if I heard anything about you to give him a call, then he gave me his number," he said. He showed Peyton a small piece of paper.

"Nathan?" she asked. The man took the paper back and ripped it to shreds.

"Is that his name? Who is he, boyfriend?" he asked. Peyton glared at him.

"None of your business. Look, just do what your going to do and let me go, because this game is getting really old."

"You're right, it is. So I am going to do what I've been planning on, but I wont let you go," he said. Peyton stood up from the table and backed away from his slightly.

"I'll let you do what you want without a problem if you let me go when your done."

"Oh, I'm not worried about you struggling, Ms. Sawyer. I'm pretty sure I can take you," he said. He walked up to her quickly drug her back to the table. He picked her up and put her on top of it, all the while ignoring her struggles.

He tied her legs and arms to the legs of the table and secured her onto it," then climbed on top of her.

"This is going to be fun… for me, anyways," he said. He dove in to kiss her mouth, but she bit his lip until it drew blood."

"Btch," he exclaimed. He hit her across the face as hard as he could, making a dark bruise form on her right cheek, that spread from chin to eye. She cried out in pain.

"You don't like that do you?" he asked. He hit her once again, this time in the mouth, making her lip bleed.

"You think you can get away with this?" she asked, fighting back tears. He nodded.

"I already have, darling," he said. He ripped off her bra and began kissing her once more.

Peyton just laid her head on the table and tried to ignore what was happening to her, with little luck. The room was completely silent except for the sound of movements from her captor. She heard the soft sound of voices frokmt he other side of the room, and turned her head.

Through the window she could just barely make out two pairs of legs.

"HELP," she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her captor laughed and looked at her.

"No one can hear you, Peyton. It's useless," he said, yet she kept calling.

"Shut up," he said angrily. He hit her once more across the face, she screamed out in pain, yet he continued his invasion.

Peyton just closed her eyes tightly, hoping someone had heard her calls.

Then man pulled down her underwear, and began to explore her legs and thighs, when the door burst open.

Peyton looked over, her eyes blurry because of tears that had formed.

"Get the hell off of her," the person who entered screamed. He ran over and pulled the man off Peyton. She studied his face when she cleared her eyes.

"Jake," she said. He didn't notice though, he was you busy pumbling this man who had so cruely treated Peyton for the past several hours.

Within minutes, Jake's pure fury had won out against the evil man who had hurt Peyton so much. He turned his attetion to Peyton who had watch the whole scenario unfold.

"Oh my God, Peyton I was so scared," he said. He kissed her lips fully, tasting her blood.

"I love you so much," she said. He nodded.

"I love you too. Here, let me untie you," he said. She nodded and waited while he intied the ropes on her arms and legs, and helped her up. He put his cout around her shoulder and found her bra and underwear discarded on the floor.

"Come on, baby. We'll go back to your house and then call the police," he said. She nodded and clung tightly to him.

"I was scared," she said, once they were outside. He nodded.

"You have every right to be, baby," he said. He pulled her close and kissed her unbruised cheek.

"You're shaking," she said. He nodded.

"I was terrified. I think the only time I've ever been this scared was when Jenny got sick," he said. She hugged herself to him tightly.

"Me too," she said.

"So, if this is the aftermath of our having sex, do you think the God's are trying to tell us something?"

"Yeah," Peyton agreed. He looked at her with a lipsided grin.

"What's that?"

"Never go to your house without a car… and always accept it when Mr. Scott offers to walk you home," Peyton answered. Jake looked confused.

"I'm gonna have to ask you to explain that."

"Later. I just want to go home. By the way, did you have Nathan looking for me?"

"Oh yeah, I should call them," he said. She looked confused.

"Who else?"

"Haley, Brooke and Lucas."
"Ahhh. Thanks," she said. She'd never felt more gratitude towards anyone before, and he came just at the right time.

"I will never let you get hurt like that again. I promise you that, Peyton."

"I know you do. And I love you," she said. She fell into his embrace as they walked, never wanting to leave his safety again.