A/N: Heads up, parts of this chapter are M. And you're gonna hate it. But when the story is all said and done...you will love it!

Rose awoke first. She was nauseous, still feeling the affects of the chloroform. Noticing she was back in the bed, she attempted to sit up. Attempting to move her arms from above her head, she learned quickly that she couldn't. Her wrists were tied to the head board, and her ankles to the foot board. The rope was chaffing her delicate skin. Horror motivated her to fight the binds and get the hell out. She turned her head to look at the knots on the rope, hoping maybe she could wiggle her way out. Her eyes never made it to the rope. Against the wall, in a simple wooden chair, Jack was tied up as well.

"Jack! Jack!" Rose was afraid to yell, keeping her voice at a loud whisper. "Jack! Sweetheart, wake up!" Her heart was racing as she not only called out to her lover, but also fought against her bindings.

A low groan escaped Jack's throat, barely audible. As he slowly returned to a conscious state, he struggled with what happened. The last thing he remembered was walking down the street with Ruth.

"Jack!" His head whipped up. He was horrified at the sight in front of him. Rose was laying in a bed. A second later he realized she was tied to the bed. Acting on instinct, Jack moved to rise from the chair he was sitting on. He barely moved up an inch before he realized that he too, was tied down.

"Rose! Are you alright? Did he hurt you? Why are we tied up?" Jack had a sudden flashback of being handcuffed to the pipe while the Titanic was sinking. He concluded in a second that Cal had a weird fetish for tying people up. "Rose, what the hell happened?" The whole time Jack was talking to her, he was attempting to loosen the ropes, burning his skin on them in the process.

"Jack, I'm fine, save for a bump on the head when he grabbed me. I woke up here and, son of a bitch this hurts!" Rose's wrists were beginning to burn as well. Taking a deep breath, she started over. "I woke up here, and I wasn't tied down. Then Cal came in. He said he wasn't going to hurt me, he wanted you and I was the bait. He wanted you to know what it was like to have something stolen away from you right under your nose," Rose told Jack, recalling the frightening things Cal said.

Cal stood just outside the door, a drink in his hand. He didn't need it, as he was already gone, both in terms of sobriety and mental health. He smirked to himself as he listened to the conversation. They were trying to break free of their bonds, but Cal knew how tight they were tied.

"Rose listen to me. I'm almost positive that Cal has your mother here as well. She was with me when his goons grabbed me, I'm sure they grabbed her too." Jack saw more fear cross Rose's face.

"Bastard," Rose mumbled. Her wrists were on fire, but she refused to stop fighting to free herself.

"Rose? What the hell is going on?" Jack let his hands drop for a moment, easing the sting.

"It's a long story Jack. Let's worry about getting out of here first and I promise we'll figure it out," Rose responded. Jack couldn't help but smile at her persistence and attitude. They both fell silent again, and continued to fight the ropes. Neither of them heard the doorknob turning, but they both noticed the door swinging open.

Jack looked up as Cal walked into the room. He was willing to die for Rose before, and he was just as willing now. "Cal, whatever you want with me, fine. Just let her go!" Cal merely chuckled.

"You have no idea what I want Dawson. I have more than most men could dream of. Why to begin with, I have more money than God himself. I have my father's steel business to take over when he retires next year. Though she may not love me, I have a beautiful wife who has given me an heir to Hockley Steel. But there is one thing I have never had." Cal turned to Rose, and walked over to her. "You've had her many times I'm sure. After all you stole her away from me."

"Jack didn't have to steal me." Rose's voice was calm, but the rest of her was terrified. Cal brought his face to Rose's level, smiling with that sick grin. "He knows how to treat a person. He loves me, and nothing you say or do will ever change that Cal."

Cal stood back straight again and walked slowly back over to Jack, his hands behind his back. "Do you know what it's like Jack? Do you know what it feels like to have something you cherish ripped away from you while you stand there helpless?"

Jack smirked at Cal. "I've never had to. That's the beauty of being a human being." Cal shrugged his jacket off and tossed it aside, then loosened his top button. "What are you going to do? Beat the shit out of me," Jack asked sarcastically.

"Emotionally, yes. You see Jack. I never had a chance to have Rose. She never had the chance to give it to me before you cam along. But tonight she will. And you will know what it is like to watch as I take her from you." Terror set in Jack's heart as he understood what Cal was saying. On the bed, Rose began to tremble at his words.

"You touch her once Cal, and that's all the incentive I need to kill you," Jack warned Cal as he turned back to Rose. Cal paused, but didn't turn.

"You'll be dead before you get the chance to Dawson." Cal unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants in one swift motion. Jack fought as hard as he could against the rope, sure his wrists were bleeding by now. He watched helplessly as Cal stroked Rose's face, before spotting Cal's pistol on the mantel, next to an empty drink glass.

"Oh my dear Rose. Sweetpea. I've waited many years for this," he whispered in her ear, just loud enough for Jack to hear. Rose cringed at his touch. She was certain her heart was going to burst out of her chest, it was pumping so hard. She closed her eyes tight, refusing to give Cal the satisfaction of eye contact. Rose felt the bed indent as Cal climbed on it, positioning himself above her.

"Rose! Hold onto my voice! I'm right here Rose," Jack called out to her. She turned her head towards Jack and forced herself to open her eyes. Seeing Jack eased her fear, if only slightly. "Rose. I love you." He was cut off by a sharp gasp from her as Cal made himself known. Rose's eyes snapped shut again. "No Rose! Do not close your eyes. Look at me Rose," Jack called to her. Rose obeyed and held back a gasp as she noticed Jack was now standing, having broken free from the rope. "I love you Rose. Do not let him put that fire out." Slowly Jack made his way over to the mantel. He kept talking to her, letting her know he was there. Jack was silent as a mouse as he reached for the gun. Cal was so absorbed in raping her that he didn't notice the sound of Jack's voice was traveling.

The bastard will die for this, Jack thought. The sight made Jack's head spin with anger and Cal's animalistic noises made his stomach churn with sorrow. Gingerly, inches at a time, Jack crept up behind Cal, and placed the barrel of the gun at the base of Cal's skull.

Jack cocked the gun. Cal heard it and froze.

"I would rather not splatter your blood and brains all over the woman I love. But so help me God I will if you do not get away from her now."