WARNING: This chapter is violent and contains sexual assault. It may be triggering. Please be aware this is not condoning rape, it is part of the story, and part of Mac. This chapter is her point of view. Thank you for reading and please review!

Authors Note: To avoid confusion this is Kathy's thought process during the rape. The italics are what she said during the rape, and then her thoughts around it. I thought it was important for both their points of views to be shown and I am sorry for the repetition, but the rape will impact them both. I am only touching on parts of it. Hope it's not too boring.

Chapter Fourteen

FLASHBACK*FLASHBACK*FLASHBACK

It had been easy to be brave in the moment, easy because she was angry. He had put knife all over her body and told her he was going to rape her everywhere he could. She was angry, and that anger had pushed down her common sense.

"Fuck you." She said through gritted teeth. "Don't fucking touch me, you fucking coward."

She knew he would react in anger, and calling him a coward would be her undoing, but she didn't care, she was angry. The pain in her stomach when he punched her already bruised ribs was quick and intense. It was stupid of course, but him winning was not an option, even for him to think he had control over her was out of the question.

"Don't you worry though, I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you so hard it's gonna fuck that FBI agent right out of your pussy and anywhere else you let him stick it. Fucking coward, I'll show you."

Knowing she had been hunted made her even angrier and braver. She felt her air flow stop as she squeezed her throat, she could see blackness on the edges of her vision. She should have realized her anger made her stupid, because she spoke again before she thought after gasping in air.

"Go ahead Mac." She wheezed out. "Stick it in my mouth, please."

"I betcha you'd like that. Probably bite me off." He said, "I don't think so."

There was no surprise he came back in anger and backhanded her again. His hands were on her body and he was holding her close. The blade at her hips and the sting as it nipped her flesh as he cut off her panties. There was nothing protecting her now from him doing what he wanted. Although she had heard of the horror of rape and knew that he would be especially violent, she pushed down all emotion, she would not give in to him.

She couldn't help but flinch when he jabbed his fingers in, as her walls tried to push him out. All she could focus on was his fingers inside of her.

Fuck him; he wanted to hear her beg. No matter what he did she would not give him that. She clung to this emotionless resolve.

"Second thought, I wanna hear you scream." He said, "I wanna hear you beg."

"No matter what . . . you do . . . I will never fucking beg. You have to force me to even get wet." She said, her voice barely audible from all the pressure on her throat.

The voice was unrecognizable as her own, but she knew he heard, and even through the intense pain of his squeezing her hips she was infuriated that he mocked her and took it as a challenge.

"I always did like a challenge, and force you get wet? I don't fucking care if you're soaking wet or bone dry, I'm gonna fuck you hard, maybe until you pass out." He said.

She felt the cold air on her breasts as he made quick work of her bra.

"Don't fucking need this either. Let's see them titties."

She could feel the blade catch at her skin and she almost bit through her tongue to keep from screaming out again, he had grabbed her thigh to hold her in place. She felt the disgust rise up from her core and she realized she was growling at him.

"You fucking growling at me?" He said.

Instead of speaking without thinking she acted without thinking. She gathered the spit she had and spit in his face, happy to see she hit her target. She knew he would hit her but was rocked back hard when he punched her in the face. She could feel her neck snap back from the force, and her eye immediately started to swell.

"You know for an FBI agent, you're a fucking stupid cunt. Guess that little man didn't show you a man does it, guess it's my job." Mac said.

She knew it was stupid, spitting on him, but she'd be damned if he thought she enjoyed any of this. He was watching her face as he pawed at her and she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of closing her eyes.

"Time to show your pussy a real man." He whispered in her ear.

Biting down on her lip when she heard the zipper, preparing herself now to hold in any emotion. Her stomach was flipping inside and then fell like a rock at the thought of him not using a condom, but there was no time to dwell as his fingers were at her throat again. He was pulling her closer to him and kicking her legs open again, she hadn't even realized she had closed them. She heard him spit into his palm a few times and she wrapped her fingers in the rope above as a brace for what she knew was coming.

"You ain't gonna like this, but I sure as hell am." He had said, right before he slammed into her slit and jabbed into her womb, with she imagined was all his force.

She liked sex, was hardly a virgin and had even engaged in rough sex before, but nothing like this. Pain shot out from places she had never felt it, even during her worse period and without wanting too she yelled out in pain. Worse was the feeling of being right, Mac was well endowed and she felt him stretching and tearing at her, feeling her own blood. If he wasn't holding her she felt she would split into two, from her core up the pain there was so intense and concentrated. How long could she last especially as he didn't give her time to adjust he just went right to thrusting? Her thoughts were rapid, jumping around she couldn't concentrate and then he was smacking her ass and ramming into her again. She bit into her lip again; there was no letting the tears fall. She still kept fighting; she would not let him think she was giving in. Again he pressed her anger button demanding she beg. He could take her by force, but he would not make her beg.

"Beg!" He commanded.

"I won't. . . . fucking beg." She breathed out.

His large hand covered her mouth and without caring about the consequences, since he was doing his worst now she latched her teeth onto it hard. He pulled his hand away and she couldn't help the satisfaction of seeing it bleed. It was short lived though as she felt his teeth cut through the skin on her neck, she felt the blood spurt out, the pain was excruciating and without thinking she screamed. It hurt more when he tore away. The scream must have been what he needed because as he started to cum inside of her. Her vision was going blurry and she wished she would pass out. She didn't think she could take anymore of feeling him inside of her, his teeth in her flesh, his hands on her body, and his final shoves filling her with his hot seed. Once he was empty and soft he let go and without him there she felt her head slide to the side, but the blackness would not overtake her vision.

"That's a preview, next time we'll go a lot longer, and you will beg!" Mac said.

Her stomach churned knowing he would keep his word, not only for a next time, but for a worse time.

She met his eyes and wished the daggers that she shot of her eyes were real and would pierce him and kill him. It was that thought that kept her from letting her mind focus on being raped. She wouldn't let him know how it broke her; she would take that to the grave. It was shattering but she wouldn't let that thought go any further, she pushed it down, she would rather be dead than have Mac know that, and she couldn't give herself the luxury of feeling it.