AN. Thanks for all the support so far. I'm sorry I stopped replying to reviews but I will start again from now. This chapter has been edited since I first published it. I reread it and I found it disgustingly graphic.

Chapter 14

Almost a day passed before Sara heard movement in the house again. She didn't react. There was no use in trying to protect herself. She was too weak.

The door opened at the top of the staircase and John shuffled in. Despite her defeated attitude Sara instinctively curled away from him.

"No need to worry today. Can't really be bothered, to be honest. I just brought you some food."

Sara was broken and desperate; her fierce attitude had evaporated. She looked towards the food, took it and devoured it.

"That's right," John chuckled. "I'm going for a nap now but when I wake up, well put it this way. You need to pay me for the way your friends treated me. I expect to be satisfied."

John gave her one last pitying look and turned for the stairs.

"Oh and by the way. Don't expect help anytime soon. Your dear old friends didn't even think to check if the back wall of my closet could be opened. Guess my dad's meth lab did have use after all."

...

Not much changed over the next few months for Sara. Her weeks became very similar and repetitive. Every day John would come and visit her after coming home from university. He would normally bring food and water and every now and then he would bring her a change of clothes. After she ate he would take her to the bathroom. He didn't trust her enough to give her privacy in the bathroom however. This upset Sara a lot to start with but eventually she ignored it in fear of what would happen next. John always wanted payment for is 'kindness'. At first Sara would still stand up for herself but she quickly learned that she would be punished, and severely too.

It didn't take long for her to realise no rescue was coming although she did manage to convince herself for a few weeks after they first searched the house that they would find something and come back for her.

It wasn't that she had lost faith in her fellow CSIs but she knew sometimes there was nothing to go on. No, she knew now that she had to save herself. She was going to have to come up with a plan to escape.

On her next venture to the bathroom she tried hard to note the layout of the house the best she could. She figured this would be her best chance. It was the only time she was not behind a locked door (a locked door she had tried many times to pick the lock of). While she was in the bathroom she tried to take note of what was outside but the window was frosted over so she could only see vague colours that weren't much use. Oh well, she would just have to improvise once she got outside. Sara couldn't come up with any genius idea to escape. It was going to have to be the classic run for it. And she would need to do it soon. She would wait until her leg was easier to walk on rather than the hopping/ limping arrangement she was doing right now. But once her leg was healed she would have to go for it; before she became too weak or ill from the poor lifestyle she was now living.

About 3 months after her initial kidnapping she decided she was going to make a run for it that day. She was terrified but driven with the thoughts of seeing her CSI family again. She kept her cool as John came down with her food and she still never let on as he led her from the basement.

This was it. She flung her elbow backwards causing him to lose his grip on her and fall back down the stairs. She darted to the front door remembering easily the way in such a small house. She grabbed the door knob and wrenched at it. She twisted it both ways, pushed, pulled but it wouldn't budge. She could hear him climbing the stairs now. Sara started searching the pockets of the coats on the coat stand by the front door. No luck. He was insight. She tried to judge wither she could make it back down the hall and into the nearest room to try a window. That second of hesitation cost Sara her only hope of escaping. What she didn't know was that if she had went for it she would have made it through the window John had left open earlier in the day. Her nightmare would have ended. Not that it made any difference now. John wasn't happy with her little escape attempt and she was about to be taught to never try that again.

John eyes were full of venomous fury. He had seen him angry but this was savage. His fist rose high in the air and that was the last she saw before it all went black.

...

When Sara woke she found herself in the basement again but the room had been slightly rearranged she was lying on the mattress but it now lay by the sink. She tried to sit up but found that her hands had been tied above her head and were attached to the pipes leading to the sink. She was also naked. Sara was a lot of things but she was not stupid. She could put one and one together and she really wished she hadn't got two as the answer. John wasn't going to let her get off with her little stunt. When the full impact of this realisation hit her she started to panic.

John watched her writhe in fear, much to his own enjoyment. Eventually however he decided he wanted to have more fun. He wanted to make her pay.

...

Sara awoke sometime later still lying on the mattress and still tied to the sink. She was drenched in blood and was in unbelievable amounts of pain. She tried to shuffle around to take the weight of her back but her feet had been tied down again. Her breathing was laboured but she tried to steady it. It worked somewhat.

Things changed for her over the next few months. She spent her entire time tied up except when John would untie her to feed her and let her drink. She was never allowed back out to the bathroom and instead was forced to use a bucket. Since John needed to empty it now and then he would demand more repayment. The assaults became more savage and Sara often considered the idea of letting death take her. Not that John would allow that.

But no, she always shook the idea off. There was some strength deep inside her forcing her to keep fighting. It took a while for her to figure out what was causing her strong survival instinct but somehow she just knew.

The realisation came to her when John had her on her stomach again and the belt in his hand. This time she had forgotten to say thank you for the food he brought.

John cackled as he lifted the belt high in the air.

"Please don't. Please!" she cried

"Oh yeah, why shouldn't I?"

"Because I'm pregnant" she screamed.