Author's Note:

Thanks for the previous reviews.

I just have to say something…I have no plan whatsoever to bring in a rape scene, therefore the current rating.

I apologize because I agree that I should have added a warning to my previous chapter, but my head is sometimes so much in the clouds that I don't realize something until it is too late.

Anyway sorry once more from the bottom of my heart and I also think that I should give maybe a warning regarding the beginning of this chapter – it could be a bit much for sensitive viewers.

xxx

Blinking away burning tears she pulled with all her might against his hold on her, desperate to break free, all thoughts of subterfuge gone from her thoughts. An intense fear took control of her heart so that she did not even register consciously that she had begun to beg by repeating the words, "Please don't," over and over again.

It was now only a matter of survival to her…because survival was all that she had in her life at that moment.

Chapter 13

Tears were running openly down her cheeks as she felt his mouth roaming freely across her body. As she could feel him getting aroused she renewed her struggle to try and break free from him, but her strength was not even close to what it used to be in the past. The days that she had endured without food or much water had burned away a lot of her energy. Even the meal from hell that she had consumed barely a few minutes before did nothing to change the fact that physical she was no match for him.

She could feel his one hand moving from her back to the front of her pants, playing at first with the button before loosening it and then proceeding onwards to the zipper just underneath. Sensing an opportunity her one hand broke free from its restraint and she immediately tried to raise her arm in self-defense, but he merely laughed and murmured, "You really don't know when to give up, do you?" before grabbing hold of the hand and forcing it to slide across the area of his arousal.

"This is just for you," he continued as he forced her hand to move upwards again until it came to a rest on his abdomen. "Now…what do you say we stop playing these games and start to have some real grownup fun for a change," he added, before suddenly shoving her with force away from him.

She was not prepared for his sudden change of tactics. The result was that when he pushed her away from him she lost her balance and felt backwards towards the floor, her elbows and the back of her head connecting with a sickening sound with the cold cement floor. An excruciating pain started running up and down her back nearly immediately and she was unable to prevent a whimper from escaping her lips.

Through misty eyes she could see him removing his jacket and the knife and putting it safely to one side, away from her.

Refusing to give up, to let him just have his way with her, she bit on her teeth and rolled on her side in an attempt to find a way to push herself up. The aching throb in her head only increased in severity to warn her against such an attempt. Groaning she reached out a hand to tenderly investigate the back of her head. As her hand made contact with her hair she could feel something warm beginning to seep through her fingertips. Confused she brought her hand to her nose – blood. Grimly she realized that he must have pushed her hard enough for her head to have obtained a serious injury when it had connected with the hard cement floor.

"Just perfect," she groaned softly, a little bit of her former life's bravado returning for a second.

At the corner of her eye she could see him finishing with the buttons on his shirt.

She knew that unless she did something he was going to be coming for her very soon, to claim his price, but she was feeling tired, so very tired. For a moment she could not help but wonder as to whether she should not maybe just give up, to let him have her and do with her as it pleased him…surely that would be easier than trying to resist him all the time? After all there was no hope for her…nobody was going to come and rescue her from him…and…eventually he was going to win one way or another. So maybe it would just be easier for her in the long run if she did not try to fight back at all.

"Mom," she whispered, unsure as to why she was suddenly thinking about her mother, but feeling the need to say her name out loud.

"Our mother is not going to be able to save you Sis…last time that I checked she was still very much dead," Lyle chuckled from where he stood as he allowed his shirt to unceremoniously dropped to the floor and bent down to start working on the laces of his shoes.

Ignoring him she murmured again with tears running down her cheeks to transform into a salty wetness between her lips, "Mom…I don't know what to do. Please help me." As she finished saying the last few words she could see the silhouette of a figure forming in the doorway behind her brother. For a moment she could see her mother standing there with outstretched hands, staring at her eldest son with tears running down her cheek, before the vision slowly faded away to transform into the outlines of…

Little by little the crouching figure moved forward and only bent down once to pick up something from the floor.

Ms Parker was unable to prevent herself from holding her breath as she could finally make out who the latest arrival was and what his intentions were. She had no idea as to whether he would be able to succeed, but she did not intent to watch and find out. She was going to help him out as much as she was able to.

Clenching her teeth she pushed with her hands against the floor until she managed to move herself in some sort of a sitting position. The world started spinning around her at a maddening speed, but she merely closed her eyes for a few seconds to try and calm herself. When she finally opened her eyes she could see her brother staring at her impassively. His shoes were kicked to one side now too, only his pants remained.

Swallowing and biting down hard on her tongue, in order to override the intense throbbing of her head, she forced herself to push once more against the floor in an attempt to stand up. Even if she did not succeed she knew that it would at the very least keep Lyle's attention on her and away from the person that was closing in on him from behind.

As she begun moving her legs to try and find a grip on the floor for her feet Lyle smiled sarcastically and taunted, "Oh the once all-powerful Ms Parker, now reduced to a shivering, crying bundle in front of my feet."

He started walking towards her slowly; the fire in his eyes warning that she would not get to escape from his plans for her again. Just as Lyle kneeled down on one knee in front of her, his hands reaching leisurely out to her, a noise was heard just behind him and almost immediately his body went rigid and a shocked expression started forming on his face.

He tried to stand and one hand reached for some unseen spot just below his shoulder blade, but his legs gave in like jelly underneath him.

Uttering a loud groan of pain he collapsed to the ground and landed on his side right next to one of her legs.

Surprised and still a bit dazed at what had just occurred in front of her she had barely managed to pull her leg away from him in time and was unable to stop herself from staring open-mouthed at the mysterious figure from before that was now approaching her slowly.

Without offering Lyle's trembling body a second glance he jumped over and came to a crouching position in front of her.

For a moment both victim and rescuer could only stare into each other's eyes, a multitude of rampant emotions were chasing each other across her face and a strange, gentle smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Nodding his head at her the man turned around slowly, appearing to look for something, and when his eyes came to a rest on her discarded shirt he quickly moved over to it, picked it up with one hand and brought it back to her.

At first she did not move, shocked at how sudden things have turned around for her and maybe even still a bit traumatized due to everything that she had to endure up to that stage.

"Daughter save now," the man said and widened the size of the smile on his face, "Angelo protect friend," he added and held out the hand with the shirt clutched in it to her.

A low moan escaped Lyle's lips just as Angelo finished talking and both he and Ms Parker turned their heads simultaneously to stare at him.

"You…didn't kill him?" she asked, a mixture of accusation and maybe even a bit of relief evident in her voice.

He shook his head in reply and pushed his hand closer towards her to indicate his wish for her to get dress.

"Thank you," she said softly and from the way she spoke the words it was clear that she was not only thanking him for offering her the shirt.

Without any more hesitation she grabbed the shirt from Angelo and quickly got dressed, her rescuer had moved back to the door in the meantime.

As soon as she was done she tried to stand up, but when her whole body protested she instead proceeded to crawl around the body of her brother. She was just about to pass him, to go on to where she could see Angelo sitting next to the crying Asian girl with his one hand stroking gentle across her hair, when the corner of her eye caught sight of something glinting against the light that was infiltrating the darkness of the prison from just outside the door.

Turning her head to stare at what it was that caught her attention she could see a knife sticking out from just underneath Lyle's shoulder blade. It was the same knife that he had used to threaten the life of the Asian girl before.

Staring at it almost mesmerized she was unable to prevent herself from moving closer and before she knew it she was leaning over his body with her one hand wrapped around the handle of the knife.