"That will not happen again," Quatre promised. "We're not letting you out of our sight. One of us will be with you at all times. They'll have to kill us before we let them touch you again."
Relena sniffled as she tried to make herself stop crying. She didn't make any move to leave Quatre's arms. Heero wasn't sure if that was because she was terrified of him or if it was because of the need to keep up the façade of them being husband and wife. Either way, he didn't want to make the situation worse so he didn't offer to comfort her.
"Why don't you two rest? I'll keep watch," Heero offered. He could do that much and he didn't want Quatre to overexert himself this early on. Heero had been watching Quatre closely and he could tell his arm was hurting. Quatre had flinched when Relena had thrown herself at him and hit his arm.
Quatre nodded and sat on the small cot. He pulled Relena onto it and got her to lay down with her head in his lap. "Everything will be fine," he told her. "Just trust us." Quatre gently stroked Relena's hair until she fell into a fitful doze. He looked at Heero. "She's not doing well. We need to end this as soon as possible."
Heero nodded. "Duo and Trowa should be making their move soon. We just need to play along and be ready."
The door to the cell opened. Heero glared as Mr. Fox entered the room flanked by two guards.
"You see, Mr. Winner, your wife is fine. Shall we complete the final test?"
"Fine? FINE?!" Quatre growled from his position on the cot. "You're lucky I don't order you ripped to pieces right now. One of your men raped my wife on the way over here and I will not help you until I strangle the bastard with my bare hands."
Relena stirred and her eyes opened. She sat up quickly and pushed herself into Quatre's side. Her eyes were wide with fear as she stared at Mr. Fox. Her lip quivered and her breathing quickened to the point of hyperventilating.
Mr. Fox chuckled cruelly. His eyes were cold and hard. "You want to strangle me with your bare hands, do you? Well, come on. I'm right here."