CHAPTER 3

Sara spun around to see the police officers from outside entering the bedroom.

"You guys scared me! At least one of you needs to be out front at all times to secure the scene," she said nervously.

One of the men closed the bedroom door and locked the deadbolt.

'I've never seen a bedroom door with a deadbolt on it,' Sara thought, her stomach in knots.

"Oh Sara, Sara, Sara," Barrett said, advancing toward her, "didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?"

Sara's eyes widened as Jeff started unbuttoning his shirt. Her heart slammed in her chest. Her thoughts flew at her, 'Oh shit! Sidle, you might be able to take one of them, but both? How the hell did this happen?'

As Barrett moved to grab her, she threw her shoulder into his chest hard. He stumbled back into Jeff and Sara took that opportunity to grab for her gun in her kit. But Barrett was too fast for her and he grabbed her wrist and yanked her away from the kit. She yelped as the tendons in her shoulder stretched uncomfortably.

Barrett backhanded her hard across the face, the force of the blow knocking Sara to the floor. Her vision blurred with red and black spots. As soon as Sara hit the floor, she knew that her struggles would be infinitely more difficult.

Barrett threw her on the bed and when she attempted to scramble off of it, Jeff jumped on top of her, knocking the air out of her lungs. "Oh no you don't," Jeff said, using his dead weight to pin her down while Barrett grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head.

"You don't have to do this," Sara gasped, still struggling against Jeff's weight.

Jeff smiled. "Baby, I want to," he said, his hands running up and down her chest before he ripped her shirt open completely.

"Let go of me!" she screamed, "Stop!"

Jeff smiled and brought his head down toward hers. "You'll like it, bitch."

Sara took the opportunity to head butt him with all of her strength. He cursed loudly before backhanding her across the face several times. She tasted the salty, dull taste of blood and realized that her lip was split.

Jeff's hand gripped her neck tightly and black spots danced in front of her eyes.

Time seemed to slow down for Sara. In her mind, she kept screaming at them to stop. 'God, please help me. Please don't let this happen.'

Jeff's hands were rough as he shoved her jeans and panties down her legs. His hand tightened on her neck.

'Grissom, where are you? Help! Help! Help!'

His other hand slipped between her legs. It was cold as ice and it snapped her back into action. Her legs snapped together and she struggled as hard as she could against both of them. Barrett's hands were like iron shackles and Jeff's thigh spread hers. She felt like a handicapped mouse running from a cheetah.

"Stop," she rasped.

Jeff laughed and kissed her hard as he tried to enter her.

"God, you're tight," he laughed, spitting on his palm.

Sara bucked against him, but her body was utterly exhausted from fighting them. She closed her eyes.