Hmm, I'm kinda unhappy with the end of the last chapter. I don't really know where this one will go, things will get worse or better. I'll just see what happens as I write. So as usual, thanks for the reviews. I like know what people really think. So please, keep them coming. I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

Maxwell's eyes slowly opened, his vision a little blurred as he regained conciousness. He looked around and reconized being in his bedroom. Ow, my head. Where's Fran.. He went to get up but realized he was tied to a chair. Legs tied to the legs of the chair and his hands behind his back. He remembered everything that happened then looked at the bed. Fran was tied to it, eyes closed. A big bruise on the side of her head.

She was still out cold, something stuffed into her mouth. Each of her arms tied to the headbord but her legs were free. He saw noone else. No Niles, the women Tammy, or the man. He hoped to god his kids were okay. The bedroom door was ajar, and he knew the burglars couldn't be far away.

"Fran..." he whispered. Nothing. He looked to the door then tried a little louder. "Fran, honey. Wake up." he whispered again. She was still in her robe, the rest of her body seemed fine. Just the injury from being hit. The sound filled his head and watching her drop to the ground. It pained him, and watching her just lay there seemingly lifeless.

"Mmm mm?" Fran mumbled, eyes slowly opening. She groaned when her head began to throb. "Max?" she said very muffled, but he understood. He was so glad to see her awake.

"Over here, honey. Shh, don't be loud. I'm working on getting us outa here." he whispered. Fran then looked to him, took in his current state and then her own. She whimpered and let tears fall from her eyes, staring at him.

"Are you alright?" he whispered, knowing well her head must hurt, but he meant everything else.

Fran nodded and whimpered again at her aching head. Max wiggled his arms a little bit, trying to free at least one hand then the rest would be a sinch. Just then in walked the man who was holding them all hostage. Fran's eyes widened and she whimpered, but she kept quiet apart from that and didn't move.

Max stopped his wiggling and looked up at the man.

"Trying to get out?" the man asked.

Max didn't say anything, he knew he was caught. And he was stuck in a position where he couldn't defend himself or Fran.

"Where are my children?" Maxwell asked. The man's eyebrows rose in shock.

"There are children here?" he asked, confused.

"Vinny! You didn't mention anything about holding children hostage!" Tammy said while entering the room in a quick flash.

"I didn't know there was fuckin children." he shouted to her.

"Where's the kids, asshole." Vinny said, approaching Maxwell with his gun pointed to the producers face.

"I-I don't know." he stammered, feeling the nose being pressed to his forhead.

"I'll ask you one more time..."

"I don't know!" he said, his breathing eratic. Terrified for his life. "T-They were all with us last night... and me and my wife made love this morning... we never left the room to know anyone was here or gone..." he said. He exhaled when the gun left his face and went back into Vinny's gun holster on the side of his pants.

"Search the whole house, Tammy." Vinny said to the women. She nodded and went off searching the whole big mansion.

Vinny eyed Maxwell for a while, making the man uncomfortable. Maxwell and Fran's eyes met, and Vinny fallowed his gaze to her. He smirked and looked Fran over. A dark lust burning his eyes. Fran whimpered and pulled at her arms trying to grow free as he approached the bed, her face contorted in anger and fear.

"You sure are fine..." he mumbled, running a hand down her exposed leg. She kicked at him and got him good in his jaw.

The man stumbled but recovered quick enough to give her a nice smack in the face. Fran took it easily, having delt with being smacked before, and looked up at him angrily. Her breathing picking up, crossing her legs since she was exposed fully under her robe.

Maxwell wiggled some more in the chair and got an arm free. He worked silently on freeing his other arm then to his legs.

"You like it rough, huh bitch?" Vinny asked Fran. He pulled the gun out and held it to her face as he made his way onto the bed. Tears filled her eyes but the anger never left her face, knowing she had no control over what was to come.

Vinny ran his free hand up Fran's leg and beneath her robe. He moved her legs a little and ran his hand up her slit. Fran groaned in annoyance, not nowhere near wet for this man. So when he began rubbing her clit, it just hurt.

She tried kicking her legs again. Maxwell had enough of this, and having sucessfully freed his legs and hands, he charged across the room and landed a swift punch across Vinny's chin.

"You basterd!" the man yelled.

"Don't touch my fucking wife!" Maxwell yelled back, punching the man in the face again knocking him off the bed. Maxwell took a moment to flinch and hold his aching fist, but went back to hit him again but Vinny caught his fist and landed a punch of his own his Maxwell's gut. He hit him once more, then punched him in the face knocking Max to the ground. He laid there, seeminly unconcious.

Vinny looked to Fran. "You will pay for your husbands 'bravery', bitch." he said, unbuckling his belt and pants. Fran whimpered trying to get the cloth out of her mouth to yell to Maxwell. Instead it came out like, "Mmazz! Max! Mmm..." Vinny pressed a large firm hand on her mouth and looked her dead in the eyes.

"Remember who has the gun, bitch." he said forcefully spreading Fran's legs. Fran closed her eyes and panic serged through her as she awaited the unwelcome pain.

Suddenly the loud crack of a gunshot meeting flesh cracked through the room.

All time seemed to freeze. There was no sound, no movement. The room was filled with utter shock. Another gunshot went off a little ways away. Fran could feel the warm wetness of blood on her. Somebodys blood.

Am I dead? Dying? Did I get shot? She was unsure, frozen with shock and her ears had that annoying loud ringing where she couldn't hear anything.

Slowly Fran opened her eyes and took in the most horrific sight. Vinny, shot dead laying on the bottom of the bed. The women, dead halfway into the room. Blood all over the floor. It was a horrible sight. Her eyes widened looking at the floor, covered in blood. But where was Maxwell? Who killed her two captures? Where is Maxwell!

Everything faded slowly into black.

This was a very very short chapter, and I personaly hated it... I feel stupid for even writing this but I wasn't going to delete it all and start over from chapter 13 as I was thinking about doing. I gave it some thought and I regret even writing this into the story. So I didn't put in a rape scene and I made this whole thing as short as possible sorry, but I couldn't bare it. I'd done it before, but Fran Drescher was actually raped before and I just couldn't write that... So wanna know what happened? Who pulled the trigger? Where is Maxwell? Next chapter will be up asap. Sorry to anyone else who hated this. Ugh, this sucks. :(

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