The next two weeks were hell for this woman. Her glasses were never fixed, so everything far away was blurry to her. The only food she received was old stale meat, and she was only fed once every three hours. The water always tasted putrid, and she had to learn to not gag every time she drank it. Every night, the man, who she later learned was dubbed 'The Kingpin' would rape her just to the point of pleasure, but had enough decency to not impregnate her. Once he had finished with her, he would always dump a bucket of water on her to wash off the juices and the sweat. This would lead to her shivering through the night, before she fell asleep on the cold hard floor. Her back was so stiff it was hard for her to get up to eat. This caused the Kingpin to grab her roughly by her hair, and pull her to her feet. She eventually got numb to the pain, numb to the rape, numb to the world around her. She didn't care anymore, she just wanted this torture to end. Her eyes were starting to glaze over. She started to forget her own powers, her ability to use Ki, her flight ability, her fighting powers. Then, at the end of the second week, the Kingpin came back in to the room.
"Hello again, sex slave. I know you are doing 'well'."
He laughs, and the woman just stares blankly at him.
"Well, it's becoming night, so you know what to do."
The woman nods before stripping. She hadn't had a bath all this time, and her nose was now blind to her body odor. She leans on her back and spreads her legs. The Kingpin laughs before stripping. He is about to pleasure himself with her body when all of a sudden the locked door busts open. He turns around and grabs his gun quickly.
"Who the hell...?"
Suddenly, he is flung against the wall with such force that he is instantly knocked out. The woman doesn't move, she is so numb. Then, a man steps out from the darkness. He picks up the Kingpin's gun and turns the safety back on. He pockets it before approaching the woman, who recognizes him as the man who saved her from getting run over. He runs up to her, then pulls out a walkie-talkie and turns it on before speaking into it.
"Brother, I have successfully neutralized the target threat, you may come and arrest
him."
"Excellent! On my way!"
He pockets the walkie before turning to the woman.
"It's ok now, you're free. I've been tracking him for three days now, and my brother is a member of the police force. You're safe now."
The woman still doesn't move. Then all of a sudden another man runs into the room. He has long light brown hair, hazel eyes, and is wearing a police uniform. He turns to the first man.
"Nice work, Jordan."
Jordan responds.
"Let's get her out of here."
The policeman nods and steps towards her. She takes a step back. The policeman stands still, and Jordan takes two steps forward. The woman stands still. The policeman speaks to Jordan.
"Brother, I'll let you escort her downstairs. I'm calling in the others now."
"Sure thing, Michael!"
He turns back to face the woman, who's legs are trembling.
"Hey! Can you walk?"
She attempts to take a step forward, but stumbles. She almost falls to the ground, but Jordan catches her.
"Woah!"
He helps her back up to her feet. Then he realizes she is still naked, and hands her clothes back. Almost unconsciously, she redresses herself in the same clothes she's worn for two weeks. Jordan pockets her broken glasses and then moves her right arm to be around his shoulders. Michael then runs back up the stairs.
"Hey Jordan! We gotta hurry up and get the hell out of here before the others come! This woman doesn't look like she's ready to answer any questions, and you know how many they will be asking her!"
He then notices what Jordan is having to do to escort the woman, and runs up to her other side before linking his right arm with her left. The woman allows herself to be guided down a flight of moldy stairs. Then, she sees the rest of the house she was in. It is musty, dirty, moldy, and generally in terrible condition. They head outside, where she is relieved to finally breathe fresh air again. When they get to a car that later Michael identifies is his, they help her into the backseat. Jordan buckles her up, and sits down in the seat next to her. As Michael starts up the car, all the torture, rape, and now the sweet freedom, all culminate in a bag of mixed emotions that bursts in the form of tears. Jordan leans over to hug and comfort her.
"It's ok. It's ok. You'll never be raped again. You'll be safe. I promise."
She tries to speak.
"T-T...Two...Two...Two... w-w-"
She collapses against Jordan in loud, hysterical sobbing. Jordan starts stroking her back to calm her down.
"It's ok, we'll take you to my place where you can recover. I'm sorry that you had to go through all that."
Michael speaks.
"She's trying to say two weeks, right? Does that mean that she has been...?"
Jordan speaks gravely.
"Yes."
Michael sighs sadly.
"Let's get her to safety."
The woman continues sobbing, but as this discharge of all her emotion is draining her strength, her sobs start dying down to whimpers. Then, soon after, she passes out.