Chapter 14

Revenge is sweet

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A/N: I just want to thank Liz, who reviewed this story today, You've made me finally get my finger out and get another chapter of this uploaded (All be it a short, filler chapter, but it's a starter for 10 :o) ) I'm gonna get writing more tonight and hopefully get another one up in the next few days, following the other characters.

Please review, just to let me know people are still interested in this story and that its worth my while to still be writing it, especially when I have so many others on the go.

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The darkness enveloped her like an unwelcome fever that had over taken her body, leaving her head spinning painfully with her own thoughts, like she had been sucked into the eye of a storm which was out of control.

How could this be happening to her? Why? What had she done to deserve this? Hadn't she endured enough already in her short life? Was this some kind of punishment for the torture she had put her friends through less than a year ago?

This was no time to be asking questions that had no answer she thought to herself in deliberation.

This was serious.

The man that had made her first 14 years of life a living misery was back and he had her just the way he wanted her...under his control, like before when she was a helpless child who couldn't defend herself.

The only difference now was she was a adult, an adult who should be able to protect herself.

She had dreamed of this very situation happening many times, but the outcome had been very different then compared to the reality she was right now living.

At night on the streets she would picture her step father approaching, ready to make a grab for her, but she was one step ahead ready for his attack, lashing out at him until he was defenceless and unable to hurt her anymore, she had won, defeated him, made him weak.

It was all a fantasy, but somehow it had made her stronger through the times in which she wished he had killed her, when death seemed like the best option.

But now haunted with her own daydreams, that had in the last 24 hours become three dimensional she didn't know that she could conquer him after all.

There was no one to help her then and there was definatly no one to help her now.

She was helpless, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. Her hands behind her back and tied very securely made it impossible for her to reach down and free the restraints which were in place around her ankles. She tried with all her might, pulling and tugging until the skin of her wrists began to chaff and bleed, but no amount of strong willed determination was enough...the shackles wouldn't budge.

A cry of frustrated desperation left her mouth before she could stop it, like the whimper of a wounded animal.

Would screaming help? She doubted it. She didn't even know where she was, let alone if anyone would be around to hear her desperate cries of help.

She shifted around on the dark, damp concrete that she could feel beneath her, trying hard not to make a sound, which she found extremely difficult considering the pain that was soaring through her battered body.

Her eyes darted backwards and forwards in her head, from left to right and back again. But no matter how hard she tried to see what was around her it was just too dark, and her weary eyes were having a hard time adjusting to the never-ending blackness.

Instead she would have to rely on her other senses.

The room in which she was forced to be in against her will smelt musty, and stale, like it was disused, and almost certainly never cleaned. She squeamishly curled her legs tightly into her chest, terrified that such unclean conditions would attract unpleasant rodents who would love nothing more than to nibble at her if they got close enough.

Her eyes shifted to the ceiling that she still could not see, but assumed was there. Tears trickled slowly and quietly down her dirt encrusted cheeks like little raindrops and she prayed to God that he would get her out of here in one piece...but Phoebe knew better than most that no amount of praying would reverse the fate which was destined for her. The only way she was to get out alive was to fight, and she would, to the death. But of whom?

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Next chapter: Will Ross see Emily in a new light? Can Rachel win him back? Will Joey get home safely?? and will Monica realise Phoebe is missing?