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Shane opened his eyes. He didn't remember ever closing them. He wasn't moving so he knew he was out of the trunk. He didn't remember getting out either.

Shane looked up and seen his hands were only tied to the bedpost with two hot pink silk scarves. He looked down and his feet were done the same. Shane smiled and pulled only to find the silk wouldn't budge. That meant the handcuffs were still there.

Shane moaned as the door opened and the light streamed into the once dark room. He closed his eyes to block out the painful light. When he opened his eyes he saw a blonde woman standing at a window with her back towards him. She had on black Sketchers, black jeans, and a black long sleeved shirt. Her blonde hair hung loose on her shoulders and flowed down her back.

"Angel?" Shane asked. He seen the girls shoulders move like she was silently laughing. Shane eased up a bit. Suddenly she stopped. Shane didn't like that and tensed up.

She spun around, her blonde hair hitting her in the face. Once it slid off her face Shane gasped. Her eyes were hazel with specs of red. Shane remembered when they were younger and she was pissed off to no end her normally hazel eyes would turn red.

"Modesty!" He exclaimed. Modesty smiled and took graceful strides over to Shane's bed. She sat down on the bed next to him.

"You really have to stop mixing up your women Shane."

"I, uh, what?" Shane asked. Modesty stared straight at the door.

"You know you did this to me right?" She asked, her voice cracking a little.

"What?"

"You made me insane. I trusted you enough to tell you what happened when I was younger and you turned around and stabbed me in the back."

"Modesty you can't blame me. This is your dad's fault-"

"No!" She screamed and slapped the bed. Shane stopped talking. "You never want to take responsibility for what you do! When you used to slap me around? That wasn't love and you used the excuse you were stressed!? Well what about if I was stressed? Everybody has stressful days Shane!"

"I know but-" Modesty cut him off and kept going.

"You think you're the best don't you Shane? You're not! I bet you still do drugs!" She spat at him. Shane looked down in shame. "You do! I knew it." Shane decided it was useless to try and talk to her. She was on a roll.

"Shane what happened ten years ago? When we were eighteen? Do you remember?" She asked lowly. Shane squeezed his eyes shut and gasped for air. He felt like the silk scarf was around his neck again.

"I know you remember Shane." She said lowly and gripped the sheet.

"No." Shane managed to gasp out and squeezed his eyes shut tighter. In his head he heard Modesty scream, followed by a slapping sound, after that a bunch of men screaming and Modesty crying then finally skin on skin contact.

"No!" Shane screamed and pulled on the cuffs. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Oh my god Modesty I'm so sorry!" Shane exclaimed, the tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I'm going to make you suffer just like you made me suffer for years and years. Describe what happened that night." Modesty said. Shane closed his eyes again and pulled at the cuffs. A small whimper escaped his lips. "Describe it!" She screamed. Shane felt a cool metal against his throat. When he opened his eyes he seen Modesty had a small knife against his throat.

"Describe it. Vividly. This is the last time I'm saying it." Modesty whispered in a psycho like voice. Shane's pulse quickened.

"Ok! We were at my house-" He began. Modesty pushed the knife forward.

"No! From the beginning!" She screamed.

"Ok! Ok!" Shane started to cry. "You came over in the morning to tell me you were pregnant." Shane said. Modesty cut him off.

"I was what?" She asked and pinched his side. She had removed the knife awhile ago.

"Pregnant! You were pregnant!" He screamed. "Anyway we went out to celebrate. We went to the movies and then out to dinner." He stopped.

"Go on." Modesty whispered, holding back tears.

"No." Shane chocked out.

"Do it!" She screamed and put the knife back against his throat.

"After dinner we came back to my house. As I was opening the door someone came up behind me and pushed open the door. As one held you back the rest ganged up on me and beat the shit out of me."

"After that?" Modesty's voice was barely above a whisper. Shane's tears flowed freely and he shook his head.

"No." He whispered.

"Say it!" She screamed and leaned her face against Shane's bare chest. Her tears rolled onto Shane's chest.

"I'd rather you kill me! I hate myself for that Modesty! I want to die!" Shane screamed. Modesty snapped up, her hazel eyes now completely red.

"They handcuffed you! They dragged me to your bed, handcuffed me just like you're handcuffed. Do you remember what they did then Shane?!"

"Yes!" He screamed and flung his body around.

"Do you?" She screamed.

"I do! I remember!" Shane screamed and squeezed his eyes shut.

"What?" She asked in a normal voice. Shane stared at her with huge eyes.

"They raped you and beat you until you lost the baby." Shane said like he just realized what happened.

"Who's baby?" Modesty whispered.

"You're baby." Shane growled.

"Who's baby?" Modesty asked again. Shane sighed and closed his eyes.

"My baby." Shane whispered then broke into tears. "Kill me. Modesty please kill me." He whispered desperately. Modesty sat there staring straight ahead at the door with tears in her eyes.

"Please. Kill me." He whispered. "I will never forgive myself for letting that happen to you."

"I can't." She whispered.

"Please just kill me. I killed our baby."

"No Shane." She whispered.

"I did."

"I'm sorry I ever made you remember! I'm sorry I ever kidnapped you! I'm so sorry!"

"This is my entire fault. I did it." He said. Modesty got up and stood by the window.

"You would have made a good dad." She said and touched her stomach.

"I know. You would have been a great mother."

"Shane I'm stuck."

"What?"

"I'm stuck. I have to now."

"You have to what?" He asked. She was starting to scare him.

"I don't want to." She said lowly and shook her head. Shane decided she was talking to herself more than him.

Modesty walked over to the nightstand and pulled out a gun.

"I can't let you go." She said and aimed the gun at Shane's face.

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"The people above us are making a lot of noise." Jeff said. Matt and Jeff couldn't sleep because the people above them were screaming at each other.

"Shh. Listen. They just stopped." Matt said. Two seconds later they heard a commotion again.

"That's it. I'm telling the front desk." Jeff said and got up. Matt and Jeff left their room and walked down the stairs.