A/N: Update number 2! Enjoy =)

Together, Bellick and Geary pulled Tbag and drug him over to the empty chair in the middle of the room. I was frozen in spot staring straight ahead at Tbag. Why wasn't I trying to run or help Tbag? They threw Tbag into the chair and started tying his hands together behind his back. I bit my lip and looked over to the door trying to figure how much time I had to run. I figured I could outrun two fat guys like Bellick and Geary. The only problem was I was afraid of leaving Tbag alone. So, no matter how much I wanted to run I stood still and just hoped that we both would make it out of this alright. They finished tying up Tbag and both turned their attention towards me. I guess they figured catching me was going to be the bigger challenge. In a way it did make me feel special, but I really wasn't in the mood for fighting. I didn't like to fight. They were both trying to corner me to catch me off guard, but obviously if I knew what they were doing they weren't going to catch me off guard. Bellick crouched down in some sort of warrior stance and Geary was going to try and sneak up behind me. I held my breath and counted to three and when Geary gave his battle cry, I ducked down onto my knees allowing the two morons to collide into each other. I sort of crawled away from them and turned myself around to face them. I laughed as they were both holding their heads and they looked at me with rage.

Bellick grabbed Geary by his shirt collar and pushed him in my direction. I put my hands up in a defensive mode. He lunged at me grabbing me around my waist trying to lift me in the air. Ignoring the fact that I was wearing a dress, I put both of my hands onto his shoulders and brought my knee up into his chest. He immediately dropped me choking for air. I bounced back onto my feet and punched Geary right in his shoulder. He stumbled back a few feet. The problem with Bellick and Geary was that they were big guys. They were a lot bigger than I was and I was going to have to do some major damage to make them stay down for good. My new plan was to just take a defensive approach and make them do all the attacking. Once they were tired out, I would deliver the final hits. Geary regained his composure and charged after me again. I ducked out of the way from his swinging arm and kicked him in the side causing him to lose his balance. I walked over to Geary, but Bellick grabbed ahold of my arm dragging me across the room. He slammed me up against the wall pinning my arm behind my back. I thrashed about trying to get free and swung my free elbow backwards trying to connect with Bellick's nose, but I missed and he twisted my arm tighter. I bit my lip hoping he wouldn't dislocate my already injured shoulder. Bellick leaned in towards my ear.

"We have no interest in turning the two of your over to the authorities." He sneered. "All we want is the god damn money."

I was heavily breathing in and out trying to sort everything out. Why wouldn't he want to see Tbag arrested and captured after all of his humiliation? And you would think he would want to see me suffer after everything I have done to him. I practically made him and Geary lose their jobs.

"Why?" was all I could mutter, but Bellick must have understood what I meant.

"I have no desire in helping the police and that ass hole Mahone after they just tossed me out like yesterday's trash. Besides, all that money buried out in Utah is a hell of a lot more than the reward money for turning you guys in."

So when it came down to it, it was all about the money. All the fight had left me and Bellick had released his hold on my arm. I turned around to face him, and Geary was standing right behind him. My eyes flickered over to the still unconscious Tbag resting and bound in his chair. I bit my lip unsure of what to do. I didn't know what to do, I certainly didn't trust Bellick but I had a feeling that these two were not leaving here without this money, and I didn't want Tbag to get hurt any more than necessary. Why should I even care if Tbag got hurt for the money? I should be making a deal to get out of this place not worrying about Tbag's life. He's clearly proved that he doesn't care, so why should I?

"So you will get your money, and then I want you to call the police on Tbag, but let me go." I said in more of a command.

Bellick grinned at me and nodded his head at me. I nervously nodded my head allowing them to continue with their plan and I hoped that I didn't just make the biggest mistake of my life. If Tbag found out what I just did and it didn't work I would dead before night fall. Bellick went into the other room and brought out another chair that I was supposed to sit in. Bellick told me as long as I cooperated with him then I would be safe. I was sitting in the chair just watching Tbag and suddenly realized that he wasn't going to just give up the money without a fight. I wondered if he would punish me for thinking that I had a part in all of this. My eyes widened as Tbag started to stir. My leg was shaking nervously and I sat back in the chair. Bellick and Geary were circling around us until Tbag lifted his eyes to meet mine. Geary approached him and lifted his head upwards by his hair. It made me flinch.

"Sorry to wake you. Were you having pleasant dreams of 12 year olds dancing in your head?"

The thought made me feel sick. Whenever I was around Tbag he never acted like he.. well like he... liked children. It sort of creeped me out when he acted that way towards Seth or Tweener, or even me, but they still weren't children. But Tbag wasn't looking at either of them. He was staring directly at me.

"I have to say Teddy, I love the house." Bellick mocked.

I hated when they called him Teddy almost as much as Tbag did. One thing I was starting to realize was all three of these men truly hated one another. I don't think anything was ever going to change that.

"This is where ole Teddy practiced 'pervert knows best'." Bellick mocked once again.

I tried to give Tbag a look of sympathy, but his face was stone cold. He was not going to crack in front of these two. Why were they being cruel to him, why couldn't they just get what they came for and be done with it? Bellick started to walk around the house like he was showing it off to someone. He pointed to the kitchen.

"This is where the family meals were."

It was hard to picture Tbag sitting down for a family meal. I couldn't see what Bellick was doing but I heard his feet shuffling about.

"Ahh." he gasped. "This must have been the bedroom where you and miss Hollander expressed your 'love'".

It felt as though all of the color had drained from my face even though I was trying to show no reaction. I felt the sudden urge to scratch my leg. Tbag and I had been making constant eye contact since he woke up, but at that moment I had to drop my gaze and was embarrassed that I had to do so. God, I wish he didn't have this effect over me. He didn't seem phased though as he snorted at Bellick.

"Bradley, I hardly think a grown man that still lives with his mama could understand the concept of what went on in that bedroom."

That itching sensation became worse and I clenched my fists trying to make it go away. I heard Bellick's feet come storming over in my direction and he squatted down so that we were at eye level. I glanced over in his direction trying to figure out what he was doing. I look to see that Tbag was clenching his bound hands. Bellick smirked at Tbag.

"All of us guards used to get such a good laugh out of reading your 50 some letters you sent to Miss Hollander begging her to take your white trash ass back."

I had to look back over at Tbag. He was staring daggers at Bellick, but I could see the hurt behind his eyes at the painful memories. I will never know the kind of connection he had with this woman, and that realization hurt. My mouth dropped when Bellick's fingers started travelling up my arm.

"Is that what brought you back to this house Teddy? All of those great memories. Maybe you wanted to start over and play 'house' with Laney here."

My entire face and body was starting to blush. Bellick stood up and was now standing behind me playing with my hair. I knew that he was just toying with me to irritate Tbag, and by the looks of Tbag, it was working.

"Even I have to admit that you are one lucky bastard if you can get into those pants." he said darkly. "Although, I thought the tramp only had eyes for Tweener."

Anger was starting to surge through me. God this was such a stupid decision. I wanted to stand up and scream at him that Tbag brought me here against my will, and that I was no tramp. I wanted to shout to everyone in the room that there was no way in hell Tbag would ever get in my pants unless by force. But I never said a word. Why was it so hard for me to say that I didn't want to be here with Tbag right now? Surely, I would rather be spending my time with Tweener, right? Bellick soon became bored and stalked over to Tbag. My eyes widened as I saw the scissors in his hand. Bellick was staring right at Tbag's dead head all stitched together.

"Alright, here's the deal Teddy. Either you can tell me where Westmoreland's money is, or I am going to cut your mangy little paw off." he threatened.

What! He can't do that! I didn't know he was going to torture Tbag for the money, but come on Laney how else did you think they would get him to give it up. I couldn't let this go any further. I started to rise out of my chair.

"No! You have to stop this." I started to say.

Geary approached me and shoved me back into my chair so hard it nearly tipped over. I started to get up once more, but Geary moved behind me and was holding me in place by my shoulders. (Mind you causing incredible pain to the wound on my shoulder). I was looking at Tbag terrified and guilty that I brought this on him.

"Where's the money?" Bellick growled.

Tbag finally broke eye contact with me and slowly turned his head to face Bellick. Bellick was gripping the scissors so hard that they were shaking.

"I spent a whole bunch of it last night on your mama."

My eyes couldn't go any wider and my breathing had slowed. The look on Bellick's face had me horrified.

"Wait." I pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears.

"Wrong answer." Bellick lifted the scissors to Tbag's stitches.

"No! Wait please!"

I was ignored as Bellick took three of Tbag's stitches underneath the scissors and forcibly ripped them out. I jumped in my seat and screamed out as Tbag screamed so loud I was for sure the whole neighborhood would hear.

What have I done?