I would first just like to say a huge thank you to anyone who is giving this fic a read. Honestly it means a lot. Oh, and thank you also to anyone who has commented, favorited or followed this story, it keeps me writing it and again is really appreciated. Anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter, and sorry this was a little later than when I normally post it. Enjoy ~

WARNING - THIS CHAPTER FEATURES A RAPE SCENE WHICH IS QUITE GRAPHIC.

His movements were quick, and sudden. Katerina went to strike Vaas with her fist but her arm was stuck and she couldn't move – being trapped by Vaas' hand. His body grazed against her bare skin, his hand burying her arm roughly into the floor as he continued to kiss her, ramming his tongue into her mouth. Katerina growled into Vaas' mouth, rapidly jolting her head to the side in an attempt to get him off of her. Though her attempts were futile, as his body sank further into hers and his mouth rammed more forcefully against her lips – his nose skimming her skin as he buried his head deeper into her face.

Vaas slowly ran his hands viciously up Katerina's neck, his fingers stroking her velvet skin, as Katerina wailed quietly, squeezing her eyes shut and digging her nails into her palms. Vaas grinned wickedly, callously trailing his hands up her legs. Her hand reached up to his shoulder in which she clawed at it chaotically, kicking her legs and screaming into Vaas' mouth as she rocked her body violently on the floor.

His mouth finally lifted from hers - the corners of his mouth stretched into a grin, with his tongue trailing across his lips, "Mmmm," he purred, sticking out his tongue and licking her lips.

"Fuck you!" Katerina spat, fear creeping into her voice, making it shudder.

"What was that?" Vaas snapped, his expression suddenly solemn and riled. He pursed his lips in disappointment and cocked his eyebrow, awaiting an answer. Vaas snarled and pulled out his gun. Katerina yelped at the chilling metal biting at her skin.

"Are you purposely trying to piss me off?" he growled.

Katerina shook her head quickly, barring her mouth together tightly but then wincing at the pain from her newly punctured lip. "No…" she croaked, tears swelling in her shiny eyes, and streaming down her cheeks. Vaas watched with curiosity as Katerina's lip trembled. She chocked on her muffled whimpers, and looked up to her capturer, pleading "Please..."

Vaas chuckled, his gun slowly colliding off her skin, "and what are you pleading for, eh? What do you fuckin' expect me to do chica? Hmm? Let you go?"

Katerina swallowed her whimpers and shook her head, tears flying from her face. Vaas chuckled again, though it was louder, and threw the gun behind him brashly. "So," he whispered, grasping viciously onto her chin, leaning his head closer to hers, "let's have a little fun, eh?" He laughed again, his thumb grazing the borders of her jaw.

Katerina interrupted, her voice dry and shaken from her whimpers, "I…"

Vaas pursed his lips and hissed, pressing his finger against Katerina's lips to silence her, "Shhh. Don't fuckin' speak. Shut up, and stop crying."

Katerina looked away as Vaas bowed his head beside her. She clenched her teeth in ire as the savage viciously trailed his tongue across her lip. Her eyes squeezed shut and she squealed quietly when his tongue roughly brushed against the gash in her lip. Will this be the end of me? This will be the breaking of me. Katerina thought, blinking her eyes quickly to eradicate the tears that strained to seep from her glassy eyes.

Without any warning, he took her viciously by the hips and flipped her around with one hand, so that she landed on her stomach with the ruthless animal on top of her. His violent movements were so quick and so abrupt that Katerina's head volleyed forwards and smashed against the wood of the floor. Her palm cupped her forehead as she groaned in pain, her head throbbing and shaking. Stars scattered over the blinding bright room and made her dizzy. Her eyes scanned the wooden floor, and it seemed to shake violently side to side. Had an earthquake gone off, or something? She asked herself, as she buried her throbbing head into the rough floorboards.

She heard the shrill horrific noise of Vaas unzipping his fly and trembled to the sickening sound of it. His fingers grazed against her spine and she quivered, digging her face into the floor and clawing at the floorboards. The was no other warning before he roughly seized her hips and hauled them towards him, viciously sheathing his body inside of hers in one quick, brutal thrust. She cried out, but silenced herself, biting down onto her bottom lip, ignoring the shower of blood that oozed from her mouth.

His hands grabbed hungrily at her body, at her stomach and up to her chest, were he wildly brushed of her bra and roughly groped at her breasts. Katerina clenched her jaw, whimpering silently through her teeth as Vaas roughly rocked her body like a savage animal, gripping her roughly by the hips and wrenching her closer to his body. She whimpered to the chilling growls and harsh grunts that echoed from his lips, and shivered at the hot sweat that dripped onto her back and ran down her waist. She studied the cracks in the floor; listened out for any footsteps outside. Gunshots, callous laughter, glass bottles shattering into pieces, vicious barks of fierce dogs, the rustling of trees, or the moan of the wind. Anything, to block out the ghastly groans of the ferocious cruel beast above her.

It had got to a point in which Katerina felt that she could not go on anymore. As if her body was going to collapse on her or wither up and disperse. She could barely hold up her head or bare the heavy weight on her shoulders. It felt like it had been going on for hours and hours, and she was fretful that it would never end, and all the time she was soundlessly pleading for it stop, holding in the whimpers and the screams and focusing on other things to try and block out what was happening to her. How was this happening to her? Why was the happening? One moment she was celebrating on her friend's yacht, sipping champagne and dancing to rubbish music from the radio but not giving a damn because she was having such a great time. Then it hurdled to this. Being abducted by a brutal, unpredictable psychopath slaver, drug smuggler, murder… or whatever he was, and being violated by him as if she was a machine without feeling or awareness, created only for his pleasure. It sickened her to think that she actually thought that this was not going to happen. Yes, she expected it at first. It was inevitable. He picked her like a lone rose in a garden shop, and chose to keep her. What else did he want her for? But nothing happened. She was beginning to think that the savage had a heart, or actually cared or had some compassion and humanity hidden somewhere inside of him. Wrong. She was so wrong. He was dangerous, he was brutal and he was cruel. There was nothing more to him than that.

At last the savage stopped, lightly kicking the girl's limp body to the floor with the side of his boot so that she flopped to the floor like a dead animal. He stood up, straightening his back, exhaling deeply and zipping his fly back up. He grinned, evil cackles seeping from his lips as he snapped the sweat from his brow. "Did you enjoy that?" he chuckled, glancing down at the girl who lay depleted beside his feet – she glared coldly at the cracks in the floorboards, barring her bloody lip shut and cradling her broken body into a ball. "It's okay," he snickered, brushing his fingertips through his Mohawk and fixing his clothes, "I need no words."

Katerina flinched and hugged her body, burying her face into the floorboards, desperately holding back the tears and whines.

"Well, ta ta Chica, I'm off, but I'll be back later," he declared, with a slight cadence to his call, sauntering towards the door. He opened the door but before stepping outside he spun round quickly, and warned coldly, pointing at Katerina as she nervously watched him at the door, "don't fuckin' go anywhere!" He held a serious mien for a moment, but he then collapsed into an explosion of deep laughter. His laughter continued as he slammed the door shut and raced down the steps, leaving Katerina in the shack. No point running – he locked the door, of course.

To Katerina's own surprise she did not cry. Part of her wanted to, as it may aid to her suffering, but no tears showered her cheeks and no solemn whines filled the room. She remained cold and impassive as stone, though, she did not know why. Had Vaas broken her that easy? Was she now his obedient pet that submitted to his every order? She did not want to be, but did that prove that she wasn't?

Finally a tear escaped from her eye, and trickled down her reddened cheek, and it glistened in the light. She smiled as she sobbed silently. I guess that proves that I'm not a machine. She mused, sitting herself up and hugging her body softly. She wiped the tear from her cheek with the back of her hand and snivelled, swallowing anymore cries that didn't get their chance to escape. She inhaled heavily and reached for her underwear that had been lashed on the floor, and quickly shimmied into them. Her shorts, for whatever reason, where not in the room.

Katerina would have sworn that it was night but the golden sun still glowed through the window. It was then when she realised how hot it was, and how humid it was in this room. Sweat accumulated on her brow and on the back of her neck. She sighed and dabbed her skin with the back of her hand. Her mouth was a desert, and her lips were cracked like dry mud. How much she yearned for a drink. The horrific ordeal of today and the sweltering heat added to her thirst. She needed water. She then gaged and held her stomach. It churned and twisted painfully, and growled like a wild animal. She was starving. Katerina couldn't even recall having anything proper to eat before she got to the island - she had been distracted from it before but now it growled, demanding food, making Katerina faint and feel nauseous. Her thirst added to her hunger and made her light-headed.

Needing to concentrate on other things she quickly shook her head and crawled towards the shards of glass that were scattered on the floor. Using some leftover fabric from her torn t-shirt, she picked up the treacherous shards and brushed them into a corner. She then organised glass bottles, and put the chair back beside the table, and fixed Vaas' bed - throwing the red blanket over the bed and then patting out any creases in it. She stood up, shaking on her still aching feet, and admired her work.

Suddenly she fell faint again and plummeted to the floor, landing clumsily on her back. She grunted as she hit the floor and scrambled backwards until her back knocked against the wall. She sat motionless, glaring at the door opposite her. She sighed, scanning her eyes away from the doorway, and drew he knees up to her chest, now noticing the grazes on her legs, and burrowed her face into her arm, drenching it with more tears. She snivelled again, and shook her head. "No, I won't be beaten." She protested, wiping her eyes with her thumb, "I will not shed anymore tears for him. I won't." She winced, brushing her fingertips across her head that throbbed and burned. She could smell his sweat on her skin. It sickened her.