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Misguided Fantasies: Chapter Eleven
Ben pushed Sara onto the bed in the middle of the small, poorly lit room. She pulled herself up so she was in a sitting position. There were guns, knives and tools everywhere around her. It proved that if she did try anything he had enough there to make her death as slow and painful as he wished.
Inside all Sara wanted to do was cry. But every time she could feel tears stinging her eyes she would blink them away. There was no way she was going to let this bastard she her weakness. She glared at him imagining all the things she could do and all the ways she could hurt him, had he not be armed and had she not been tied up. He pulled her up so that she was standing in front of him. He surveyed Sara as if she were an object on sale in a store.
"Turn around." He instructed her. He used a knife to untie her wrists, Sara moved her arm about to hit him but before she could he had pulled her into his arms the knife firmly at her neck. If Sara moved she knew he would slice her throat without it giving it a second thought so she stayed still.
She didn't move an inch as she felt him find the zip on the back of her dress. She didn't say a word as he pushed the straps off her shoulders and let her dress make a pool at her feet.
He turned her around so that he could look in her eyes as he explored her body with one hand while holding the knife to her throat with the other. Sara didn't let him see a thing in her eyes as his fingertips traced the waistband of her underwear.
She knew it was making him angry; the way she wasn't responded, the fact that she wasn't begging him to stop, to let her go.
He was angry; she could see it in his eyes.
Sara wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg.
She wasn't going to cry.
She wasn't going to give him what he wanted.
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Greg stood in the layout room looking through every note they had made on the case so far holding a pack of ice to his cheek which there must be something there to tell him who had Sara. Catherine walked through the door an angry expression on her face.
"Greg, I told you to come back to the lab, not go to Spear and get yourself in trouble." She shouted at him accusingly. "What did you think you were doing?"
"What? You're having a go at me that I'm not treating this like any another case Catherine?" Greg wasn't going to take it, there was so much anger inside of him that he needed to let out.
"Yes. What you need to be doing Greg...is your job." Catherine shouted back not backing down either.
"This is more than another case Catherine. This is Sara. This is one of us."
"And we need to do is work so we can find her." Catherine pointed out as if it was obvious.
"He doesn't keep them long Catherine by now he's probably already..." Greg stopped he couldn't say it; by now he's probably already raped her.
"Don't you think I know that?" Catherine said letting go.
"No. I don't think you do." Greg pushed past her.
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Sara closed her eyes imaging being in the Costa Rican rainforest, she thought of all the animals she'd seen, all the people she had met along the way. It had been amazing; that feeling of being completely and utterly carefree. Sara thought of the first time she had seen Grissom in so long how he and found her. She thought of their first kiss after being separated.
He pushed Sara on to the bed; his hands in places that she had only let Grissom (and recently Greg) touch her. Ben watched her expression intently but still there was not a flicker of a response. He grabbed Sara's jaw forcing her to look at him.
"What slut? I'm not your type?" he shouted even though she was so close that a whisper would have been heard.
"Please." The word escaped from Sara's lips as a whimper before she had a chance to take it back.
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The scent dogs led Nick and the search team through dense woodland to an abandoned car. The boot wide open revealing nothing but the broken wire Sara had been wearing.
