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I shouldn't have to warn you that this is dark and intense so be prepared or don't read it.

Ch. 38 Totally Fucked

(CLARE)

She gasped, sitting up rapidly a dull pain rippling through her body from the hasty movement. Her breathing was nothing more than panicked panting; she was sobbing and had broken into a cold sweat. There were two warm bodies in the bed next to her and for just a moment her sleep convoluted mind thought it was Eli and Adam. The nightmare that had so disturbingly disrupted her sleep was beginning to fade from her mind and she would have been relieved if not for one thing; she woke up from nightmare into another one. She was not in Eli's bed or the Torres basement or Owen's house, the mostly naked sleeping boys at her side were not gentle caring Adam and her tender loving boyfriend no it was Reese and Fitz and she was still in the cabin with them. For Clare the relief of waking from a nightmare and realizing it was only a nightmare did not come. Instead of taking deep breaths and calming down she began sobbing harder, bringing her knees to her chest and wailing into them through the blanket.

"It was just a nightmare Baby Doll, you're okay." Reese yawned sitting up next to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"What's wrong?" Fitz inquired groggily, his voice so graveled with sleep it had become 2 octaves deeper.

"She had a nightmare numbskull." Reese snapped.

Fitz grumbled and turned on his side, covering his head with the pillow. Reese was gently rubbing the back of her neck. His touch just then was so light it almost felt like Eli, she wanted desperately to believe it was Eli or at least that Reese cared the way Eli did. It was hard to do when her nightmare about being trapped with the Terror Twins was reality and not just a dream.

"Clare breathe or you're going to pass out again." Reese urged in a smooth and gentle voice.

"Let her pass out then I can get back to sleep." Fitz's muffled voice remarked from under his pillow.

"Deep breaths Clare breathe deep breaths." Her mind told her in Adam's voice.

One deep breath and then another and another, sniffling in the rest of her tears and swallowing hard to keep other tears from coming she managed to calm herself at least enough to not pass out. Reese gently laid her down again keeping his arm around her shoulders and turning on his side to lay his other arm over her chest.

"What was your nightmare about Baby Doll?" Reese inquired in a whisper as he brushed a curl from her face.

"About you and Fitz and being trapped with you, whipped and raped and forced to give Fitz a blow job! Only it's not a nightmare it's real! I'm trapped with you crazy sadists and…"

Feeling herself start to cry again she forced her thoughts to the back of her mind and took a deep shuddering breath. "I don't remember." She lied, she couldn't very well tell them her nightmare was about them, although she had a feeling Reese already knew and that was at least part of the reason he was being so nice and calm and yes even a little comforting to her at this time.

"Relax; you're safe we have you. You should get back to sleep." Reese said smoothly, kissing her temple gingerly.

She felt him lay his head on the pillow, his arm becoming just slightly heavier on her as he began to drift to sleep again. She wasn't sure she could sleep again, she was sure to have another nightmare even if she did. The waking world being no better than the nightmare's trapped in her unconscious. For a few minutes she lay there in Reese's arms staring into the pitch black darkness of the small cabin thinking about Eli, Adam, Alli, Jenna, the rest of her SSS, her family, school, anything but where she was and who she was with. She was trying to pretend she wasn't there with them, trying to picture Eli's face, giving her one of his genuine loving smiles, his piercing green eyes looking at her filled with love but every time she managed to hold an image of Eli it would turn into Reese.

Lack of sleep, lack of food, the events of the day mingled with her already high strung, nervous, anxious, agitated state she was already perpetually in before they nabbed her now her nerves were shot. Her nerves weren't just raw they were gone, she could feel her mind slipping into insanity, the welts on her body still stinging lightly, her lower half aching and throbbing, in so much pain. The side of her face where Reese had hit her felt big and was throbbing and radiating a numb sort of pain. She was gripping the blanket so tightly her hands were aching, biting into her lip so hard she broke the scab again; blood began to trickle from the corner of her mouth, down her jawline and dropping to the bed sheets. She tried to sit up but Reese tightened his grip on her.

"I have to go to the washroom." She whispered. "I'm not going to try and run. It's the middle of the night, it's dark, I have no clothes and I have no idea where we are."

He released her and she got out of the covers and crawled to the end of the bed. She had been okay during the day but now that it was night it was freezing and she started to shiver as the chilling night air crawled around her bare skin. It was almost painful to touch her bare feet to the freezing wood floor of the old cabin. For a few seconds she stood at the end of the bed to get her bearings, the curtains had all been drawn but even if they had been open there would not have been enough light to see.

The cabin wasn't very big and fairly open so she really only had to worry about navigating around the furniture. When the cold air became painful she started walking, cautiously stepping forward, her arms outstretched searching the atramentous room for objects. She would have been afraid of what else might be in the darkness if she didn't know the things she truly needed to be and was scared of were lying in the bed. It took a couple minutes of careful navigation through the blackness and nearly bumping into the table but she did manage to find the washroom. She shut the door, switched on the light and sank to the floor, bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, her head fell to her arms and the tears were no longer able to be held back.

"I love you Eli." She whispered into the space between her torso and her legs. "If I never see you again I hope you know that I love you. I will always love you. You always be my first true love."

She took a deep shuddering breath, squeezing her arms, becoming a tighter ball feeling as though she would begin to unravel if she didn't.

"Adam I love you too, you are an amazing friend. Always there when I needed you, always understanding and caring, one of the few people I could always count on. If I never see you again I hope you know how much you meant to me." She whispered.

Another deep shuddering breath at the end of which she bit into her lip making it bleed all the more.

"Alli, you are like my sister and you know I love you. I would not have survived high school without you. If I never see you again never forget that I needed you as much as you needed me." Her whisper becoming even softer, nearly disappearing by the time it came from her lips.

Reaching for some toilet paper she wiped the blood from her mouth and chin and tossed the bloody toilet paper in the toilet.

"Mom, Darcy, Dad, Jake and Glen I love you all." The words hardly made it out of her mouth.

The thought that she would probably never see any of them again blended with horrific thoughts of what tomorrow or even tonight might bring at the hands of her captors. She wondered again just how long she could survive like this, at their mercy, subject to their sadistic depravity.

"Drew, Owen, Mo, Connor, Dave, Wesley, Jenna and K.C. I love you all and will forever be grateful for all the time and effort you put into keeping me safe. Please know it wasn't your fault. If I never see any of you again know I will always be glad I became friends with some of you and better friends with some of you because of this." Her soliloquy silent this time as she simply couldn't form the words at this point.

Knock knock someone softly rapped at the washroom door. "Baby Doll?" Reese yawned in a tired but slightly worried voice.

"J…just a sec." She choked out.

Slowly and with extreme reluctance she uncurled herself and stood up, bracing herself on the counter as she was now shaking. She wasn't sure if it was the crying, the cold or the anxiety causing her to tremble so violently. Unwilling to look at her face in the mirror she turned on the faucet and splashed her face with cold water. One hand braced on the counter and with a deep, quivering breath she turned out the washroom light and opened the door. A hand came to her arm in the blackness, she gasped and stiffened, knowing it was probably Reese but it wasn't exactly a comforting thought that it was Reese and not some monster or crazed murderer.

"Agh!" She shrieked trying to back away but he put an arm at her lower back and pulled her to him.

The feeling of his skin against hers was both stomach churning and yet the smallest bit comforting as he was warm and she was freezing, the combining of their body heats warming her just a bit.

"Relax Precious it's just me. Only me and Fitz are here nothing to be afraid of. You aren't afraid of us are you? You know we only did this because we love you." Reese said in his lulling soft voice.

Be it the end of her nerves, the tone of his voice, the comforting feeling of his body warming hers or simply the final snap in her mind, she collapsed against him. Her arms going around his neck her head falling to his chest, he wrapped his arms around her a little tighter. Her legs shaking so badly he picked her up, holding her close and began walking back toward the bed, he sat on the edge of the bed before lying her down in it. She lay on her side, curling up both to get warm and because she was sobbing so hard. Reese lay on his side, putting his arms around her and attempting to pull her close but her current fetal position was preventing him from doing so.

"Baby Doll you're freezing, straighten out so I can get you warm." Reese whispered in a sedative tone. Clare shook her head, worried that his idea of warming her up was something she couldn't handle right now; currently she could barely handle breathing. "I'm just going to hold you to get you warm again; I don't want you getting sick couldn't have fun with you then. I promise we won't do anything, I'll just hold you." He whispered gently.

His tone so calm and gentle, his body so warm, her nerves and mind so frazzled and gone she gave in. Straightening her legs first, then her torso, she kept her arms curled up and protectively clutched over her chest however. Now able to Reese pulled himself next to her compressing their bodies together, the welts on her front side stung just slightly from the contact and the heat.

"Fitz wake up, get closer to her, she's freezing." Reese barked.

Fitz was deep in sleep, snoring lightly and didn't hear him; Reese reached over and hit Fitz in the back.

"What?!" Fitz whined.

"Roll over and get closer to her, she's freezing from being out of bed." Reese commanded him.

Fitz mumbled a complaint or two but rolled over, moving against Clare's back. Reese moved his arm so Fitz could be entirely against her backside. The welts on her backside stung quickly from the sudden heated contact, Fitz got comfortable, draping his arm along her side, his hand resting on her hip. Clare sucked in a breath, she was warm now but she was also sandwiched between them, her completely nude and them only in boxers. She felt sort of ill like this, disgusted at how much of her was touching so much of them. Their boxers unable to keep her from feeling the fact that even though they were so tired they were getting turned on. She could feel bile rising in her throat and swallowed hard to keep it back. She shut her eyes tight hoping to get to sleep, unconsciousness being her only reprieve from her current situation, at least until she had another nightmare. She was almost asleep when the sudden and very close hooting of an owl startled her and she jumped a little.

"It was just an owl Baby Doll." Reese chuckled.

"I…I know." She stuttered through shaking and sobbing.

Then a wolf hollowed in the distance and she jumped again.

"They can't get in the cabin, relax and go back to sleep." Reese soothed.

She wasn't worried about the creatures and wolves outside her door, she was certain the ones in bed with her were more dangerous. Shutting her eyes tight again she tried to pretend she was home or anywhere else just then but with both of them sandwiching her this was useless so she gave up. Concentrating on their breathing and forcing her brain to think only of Eli, her family and friends. For what seemed like hours she lay there awake, listening to them breathe while she would envision happier memories and every time her mind slipped back into despair with an image of Reese or Fitz she would force herself to bring forth another happy memory. Eventually exhaustion took over and she did manage to fall into slumber.

(OWEN)

He rolled over and looked at the clock on Adam's bedside table, it was a little after three in the morning and he was sleeping in Adam's bed, or at least he was supposed to be but he couldn't get to sleep. He'd driven himself and Drew to the Torres house earlier that night, following Drew's parents. There had been no reporters at the house when they arrived thankfully. He and Drew had spent hours in the basement just sitting on the sofa watching TV blankly. They wanted to be out looking for Clare but it was night and the search had been called off until morning. Around midnight Audra, who had spent many hours on the phone yelling at several people, came down and told them it was time for bed and since Adam was in the hospital for the night Owen was given Adam's bed to sleep in. Problem was he couldn't sleep, he was tired, more than tired, exhausted after everything that had happened that day but every time he closed his eyes he either saw Clare or his friends in the hospital.

He felt helpless, sick with worry and…lost. It wasn't a feeling Owen was used to, usually he was in control, usually he had a solution to the problem normally intimidation, usually he knew how to handle things but not with this. As soon as Reese and Fitz were found he knew what to do, he was going to kill them, beat the snot out of them. Make them suffer the way he was sure they were making her suffer just now. The problem was no one knew where they were, it was like they'd vanished off the face of the earth. No longer able to simply lie in bed he got up and quietly left Adam's room, walking as silently as he could down both sets of stairs to the basement. He flicked on the light at the bottom of the stairs and sank down on the sofa. Hearing footsteps on the stairs a minute later he looked over to see Drew coming down, in pajama bottoms but shirtless, with messed up hair, slightly blood shot eyes and a sorrowful expression just like Owen was sure he looked.

"Couldn't sleep either?" Drew asked sinking down on the sofa a few feet away.

"No, I tried but when I closed my eyes I either saw Clare…"

"Or Adam and the others in the hospital." Drew finished for him and Owen nodded.

"There has to be something we can do! She's been with them over twelve hours now. I keep hearing her tell us in a terrified voice what they said they'd do when they got her back!" Owen confessed to his friend, thinking about the possible things they could be doing making him feel sick to his stomach.

"I know me too. Just thinking about all the stuff she told us they did when she submitted to them makes me ill and she was cooperating then. Remember hearing Reese that day at your house when they called her and him telling her she'd have to be punished? He sounded so menacing, scarier than anything I've ever heard. I try not to but my mind keeps imaging in what horrible ways they could be or have punished her. The terrible thing is whatever I imagine it probably is just as bad or maybe worse." Drew told him, swallowing back his tears and taking a deep breath when he was done.

"Yeah I know." Owen nodded shaking his head to shake away the thoughts of what they were probably doing. "Worst part is I know what Fitz is really capable of if you piss him off enough."

Drew nodded and they sat in silence for a while, watching the clock and the window, each of them trapped by their own thoughts. All Owen could think was Fitz had been his friend, he had been that way too once, not anymore but once. Hitting his low point on Vegas Night, he thought that's when Fitz had hit his too but apparently he'd been wrong. He really hadn't paid much attention to Clare before this, aside from being aware that Fitz was obsessed but she'd always been to brainy and conservative for his taste. In the last couple weeks they'd become pretty good friends, actually she was more like a little sister as he felt much the same way about her as he did Tristan.

"Was I that bad?" He asked looking over at Drew.

Drew looked up at him. "What do you mean?" He questioned.

"I know I was an ass last year but was I as bad as Fitz?" He queried. Owen didn't think he'd ever been as bad as Fitz but he really had never put much thought into it.

"I don't know, at the beginning of last year you were a pretty big jerk and most of your offenses were against me, Adam or Alli who I was dating at the time. I wouldn't exactly say you were a nice guy but now you're one of my closest friends, you changed after Vegas Night. Dude you're not Fitz, you've been helping keep Clare safe just like the rest of us, I know you're worried about her, I know you care, I know you're a good guy despite who you were at the beginning of last year. I saw you crying at the hospital, you're not Fitz you can't compare yourself to him." Drew told him.

"But I was his friend." Owen argued, he couldn't explain it but he felt sort of like this whole thing was his fault.

"Was his friend, key word there is was. When Fitz got out of juvie you didn't even talk to him. Owen you didn't kidnap Clare, they did!" Drew argued in a firm tone.

"I know but I feel…"

"Guilty," Drew finished for him and Owen nodded. "I do too, we failed to protect her. How many times did we swear to her that we would keep her safe; that we would keep them from taking her? We should have been there; I should have stayed at Eli's that night with them. I should have been there with them, I could have fought them or gotten Clare out of there..." Drew's sentence trailed off into anger as he punched the sofa and a few hot angry tears escaped from his eyes.

"Let's go down to the hospital. I don't give a fuck about visiting hours, they'll let us in or I'll make them. At least if we're in the room with K.C. and the others I'll feel like we're doing something, sitting around waiting is driving me crazy." Owen said getting up.

Drew nodded and they went upstairs to get dressed, Drew left a note for his parents on the fridge that they couldn't sleep and went to the hospital to see Adam and the others. They took Owen's SUV, arriving at the hospital just after 4AM. The emergency room looked pretty busy but that's not where they were headed, the rest of the hospital seemed pretty quiet.

"What are you boys doing here? Visiting hours start at nine in the morning." The nurse at the registration desk snapped at them as they walked past.

"We're here to visit my brother and our friends." Drew told her keeping his voice steady.

"As I just said…" the nurse began but she was cut off.

"It's okay nurse these boys are friends of the missing girl, friends and family of the patients in room 218 or the patient in 322 are allowed in at any time." Commanded the doctor that was taking care of their friends. The nurse nodded and went back to working, the doctor turned to Owen and Drew. "I had to give them all a sedative to get them to sleep; Mr. Mashkour's doctor had to give him something to sleep as well. Speaking of which you boys don't look like you've gotten any sleep yet." The doctor commented.

"We haven't." Owen said shaking his head.

"Well you can sit in the room if you like but let them sleep." The doctor told them.

"Thanks Doc." Drew said.

They walked back to the room, opening the door quietly and sitting down in two of the chairs. They sat in silence for almost two hours but it still felt better than helplessly sitting at Drew's house, at least to Owen. Drew seemed to be feeling a little better just being near his brother again. A little before five the other boys began to stir, the sedative wearing off.

"CLARE! NO CLARE! LEAVE HER ALONE! LET HER GO!" Eli began yelling as he thrashed wildly in his sleep.

Realizing Eli was having a nightmare Owen and Drew both got up and went to the boy's bedside, each putting a hand on his arm and trying to hold him still.

"Eli wake up, you're having a nightmare." Drew said in a loud voice.

"CLARE NO OH GOD NO!" Eli's yelling woke K.C. and Adam but not Eli.

"Eli wake up, you're in the hospital, it's a dream wake up!" Owen commanded in a stern voice.

Eli jerked and his eyes shot open, his face wet with tears. "But it wasn't a dream, they have her, god knows what they doing to her. What time is it? Did they find her? Is there any news?" Eli asked rapidly.

Owen and Drew both let out defeated exhales and shook their heads.

"They'll start searching again at dawn but they couldn't look in the dark. There hasn't been any news; we just couldn't sleep so we came here." Owen told them.

The room fell silent again aside from the sounds of the machines.

"We have to get out of here and go look for her." Adam said his voice cracking as he began to cry.

Drew went to his brother's bed and sat on the edge, putting a hand on Adam's arm. "The doctor will let you guys out today, your fine and we'll look for Clare. We'll find her Adam, we will." Drew tried to comfort his brother but even Owen could hear the distress in Drew's voice.

"I'll go find the doctor and tell him you guys are awake." Owen offered, leaving the boy's room. He was walking toward the registration desk when he saw Bianca leaning on the wall near the room. "Bianca, what are you doing here so early?" He asked.

She looked over at him, she had dark circles under her eyes and he knew she hadn't slept. "Hey Owen, I snuck in I didn't really know what else to do. The search doesn't start again until eight."

"K.C. and the others are awake; you can go and see them." Owen told her.

"I know them Owen, both of them I hung out with Reese a little before he transferred schools. There must have been something…" Bianca started but he cut her off.

"B don't, I went there too, we can't think like that. I haven't been friends with Fitz in a long time, you haven't either. We have to concentrate on finding Clare and getting her away from them." Owen told her, he felt much more comfortable being able to help, even if it was a distressed Bianca.

He put his arm around her shoulders and they walked off to find the doctor.

(CLARE)

She awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs, in her sleep addled mind she was home and her mother was making breakfast. In the haze of coming into consciousness she heard her mother call her for breakfast and heard Jake tell her to hurry up or he was going to eat it all. She yawned and stretched under the soft sheets and warm blanket and then she heard Reese's voice and the horrors of reality hit her, like punch to the gut. She sat up in the bed, pulling her knees to her chest and pulling the blanket around her as much as she could.

"Morning Sexy you want some breakfast?" Fitz questioned, giving her a lustful look.

Both boys were dressed again, both in the kitchen, Reese had his back to her but he looked over and smiled at her when Fitz spoke. It wasn't a loving smile like Eli, or friendly like Adam or goofy grin like Drew or even cocky like Owen. It was knowing and lecherous and it made Clare shiver with trepidation. Reese came over and sat on the end of the bed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear and she flinched.

"You got some more sleep; you should be nice and rested for the day." Reese commented in a lascivious tone, stroking her cheek with his fingers.

She tried backing away from him but only managed to hit her bruised back against the wall. She felt tears at her eyes; it wasn't so much what he said but how he said it, the look in his eyes and what they'd put her through yesterday that made her so frightened.

"I…I want to go home." She said quietly as she curled up as much as she could.

Reese's smile grew bigger. "Baby Doll you are home." He told her in a smooth voice, running his fingers through her hair.

"Breakfast." Fitz spoke from the kitchen.

Clare looked over to see him setting three plates on the table, Reese pulled at the blanket but Clare was gripping them tightly.

"Get out of the bed you need to eat." Fitz ordered in a smooth but commanding tone.

"It's cold, you took my clothes." She argued timidly, afraid to provoke his anger.

Reese looked considerate a moment, then he got up going to the closet on the other side of the wall of sex toys, he returned handing her a hoodie she recognized to be his.

"It'll warm up in an hour or so." Reese told her.

He walked away to the table and Clare put on the hoodie and zipped it up. She took a deep breath and threw off the covers, the crisp morning air nipped at her bare legs, sending a wave of goose flesh over her. She walked to the table and sat down in her chair, pulling her legs up, bending her knees to her chest and pulling the hoodie over her legs both to keep warm and to keep herself covered, not for modesty's sake but simply to keep them from touching her or trying. Reese put a scoop of eggs and two pieces of bacon on her plate and told her to eat. She really wasn't hungry, she just felt ill, perpetually ill being with them, having them touch her, look at her. She picked up a piece of bacon and nibbled at it slowly; she ate both pieces but couldn't stomach the eggs. She pushed her plate away to indicate she was done.

"After the workout we gave you yesterday that's all you want to eat?" Reese inquired.

She nodded her head and Fitz picked up her plate putting her uneaten eggs on his plate.

"Thirsty." She said after a couple of minutes.

"Get her some juice." Reese ordered.

Fitz got up and poured her a glass of orange juice, setting the glass in front of her. She drank it down fairly quickly, putting the empty glass back on the table with a quiet clink. They were both eating but they were both watching her intently, their eyes clouded with lust and licentiousness. She could almost hear their lewd thoughts and knew they were thinking of what they were going to do to hear after breakfast. She had to get away, even if only for a few minutes.

"I want to shower." She spoke softly.

"Of course Baby Doll." Reese smiled. The smile he gave her reminded her a little of the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland, knowing yet mischievous.

She put her feet down on the floor and pushed back from the table, her legs shivered in the chilled morning air still circulating in the small cabin. As soon as she was standing she walked to the washroom as quickly as she could manage. Shutting the door behind her with a slam, she pulled off the hoodie and turned on the water. The water took several minutes to get warm and she sat on the cold tile of the washroom floor, shivering and crying until the water finally became warm. Standing up and stepping over the edge of the tub, she had to pull hard to get the old glass door to slide on the track and it wouldn't close all the way so she gave up.

She turned into the warm water, leaning forward she put her arm on the wall, shivering for just a second when the cold fiberglass conflicted with the warm water. She put her head on her arm and began crying with greater ferocity. The warm stream from the shower was hitting her lower back and running down her legs. The welts from her lashings the previous day were significantly better but they still smarted under the heat of the water. She was crying so hard, her head on the other side of the water stream she couldn't hear anything else and so didn't hear Reese coming in to the washroom, or undressing or getting in the shower. She didn't know he was there until his hands came to her hips. She choked back a cry and turned around to face him, meeting Reese's lust clouded eyes.

"I want to shower Reese." She said doing her best to keep her voice steady but it didn't quite work.

"You are showering." He pointed out.

"Alone." She stipulated.

"I don't think so Precious, you look much too sexy in the shower and I'm far too turned on now." He remarked, punctuating his debauchery by pulling her to him so she could feel his erection poking at her.

She shuddered as much from fear as revulsion, shutting her eyes tight as if not seeing him would make him disappear. She put her hands on his shoulders and tried to push herself away from him.

"Reese stop." She whimpered.

Reese let go of her hips but one of his hands locked onto her arms squeezing so tightly she felt her circulation being cut off. His other reached up and grabbed her by the hair, violently pulling her hair back. She shrieked, opening her eyes only to see that Reese's were a blaze with malevolence. He was angry and she was now petrified!

"Stop?! Did you just tell me to stop?! WHO DO YOU BELONG TO?" He demanded yelling at her with the most malice filled tone she had ever heard.

She tried to answer but couldn't make words, Reese lost patience after a few seconds, letting go of her hair but keeping his grip on her arm he viciously slammed her into the fiber glass wall. Her arm and shoulder hit with terrible force, sending a wave of pain through her body. He grabbed her hair again, whirling her around violently until she was facing the opposite wall and Reese was under the water. He shoved her against this wall now with less force but it was still brutal and her already horribly bruised back hit with hard thud.

"OW!" She screamed out in a whimper. She felt nauseas and began shaking, gasping for air and crying even harder.

"You belong to us right?" Reese inquired in hard malicious and demanding tone.

Unable to speak she simply nodded her head.

"Yes you belong to us and you do not tell us to stop understood?" He questioned, his tone softening just a little.

She nodded again.

"Good girl." Reese smiled, his tone melting back into lust.

He mashed his lips to hers, she couldn't kiss back, was crying and shaking furiously and hardly breathing but Reese didn't seem to care. He continued kissing her, pulling at her upper lip with his teeth a little. Meanwhile his hands were caressing down her sides, her hips, they moved to her inner thighs and her breathing hitched, knowing what was coming next. Sure enough one hand probed her pussy lips briefly before two of his fingers suddenly jammed inside of her. She gasped stiffening and pressing herself into the wall even more in spite of the pain it caused her. She was already in so much pain and so tender down there, the rough probing his fingers felt like being burned and then stabbing it with a knife. She did have enough wits about her to realize that Reese probably wouldn't care about the pain he was causing her but she had to get him to stop so she tried a different tactic.

Putting her hand on his face she gently pushed him back to speak, and he stopped kissing her. "R…Reese I can't breathe." She gasped out.

He watched her a few seconds, seeming to decide she was having trouble breathing he huffed but stepped back, removing his fingers from her. He stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist and Clare collapsed to the bathtub floor, sobbing vehemently into her hands. She heard the water getting turned off and suddenly became freezing but was already shivering so badly it didn't make any difference. She felt a towel being draped over her back and then she was being lifted from the tub.

Reese set her on the counter of the sink, she was so distressed, trembling so badly and crying so hard all she could do was grip the edge of the counter with all the strength she had. Reese didn't give her any reprieve as one of his hands began stroking her legs; his other was roughly squeezing one of her breasts while her other nipple was being sucked hard and flicked with his tongue. When his hand managed to make its way between her legs, touching her slit again she whimpered and gasped. Reese suddenly picked his head up and stopped everything, he had the distinct look of a realization dawning on him.

"You're sore and tender down here aren't you?" He sated more than asked and she nodded her head. "Of course I should have realized sooner, you're not that experienced yet sex is still painful to you, especially the way I do it." Reese sort of chuckled with self-satisfied pleasure. Reese was silent for a minute but Clare couldn't see him between her trembling and her tears. Then he brushed some hair from her face and spoke again. "Now that you're rested and fed and showered I think it's time for more punishment, after all you were so very disobedient and insolent after you told them about our deal. You do have so very many grievances to pay for." His tone was laced with debauchery and carnal pleasure and Clare thought she would vomit.

She shook her head rapidly. "NO!" She shrieked trying to get off the counter and get away.

A hopeless act as Reese was right in front of her. He bent down, easily tossing her over his shoulder, ignoring or not caring that she was hitting his backside, kicking his front and repeating no over and over. He opened the washroom door and walked out toward the bed.

"Get the wrist shackles." She heard Reese say.

Clare began kicking and hitting him harder but this only earned her a hard smack on the ass. Reese put her on the bed and rapidly turned her over to her stomach, sitting on her lower back. She continued thrashing, kicking and screaming, sobbing and shaking. Suddenly her wrist was being latched in a thick leather bracelet, she tried to move her wrist only to find it chained to something on the side of or under the bed, she really couldn't tell. Her other wrist was restrained, then both her ankles in the same way. She was looking toward the window but all she saw was bleary tears so she shut her eyes tight. She was aware that Reese and Fitz were talking, their tones sounded happy and pleased but she couldn't make out words.

THWACK!

Something large, flat, hard and made of leather came down with tremendous force on her butt.

"AGHHH!" She screamed in shock and pain

THWACK!

She screamed again, she was hit five more times before they stopped. She was unchained and turned over, they let go of her for a brief second and she seized the respite to turn on her side and curl into a fetal position. Reese was saying something but she couldn't make out the words. She was aware that his tone was rapidly going from calm to angry but she was awash in a sea of pain, misery, shame, nausea, tears and trembling. She tried to see Eli in her mind, to calm herself down but she couldn't quite see his face.

"I love you Eli. I want to live to see you again but I don't think I can survive this."

After her silent apology she slipped into the peace of unconsciousness.

Update soon from right here.