Wow, that's a lot of reviews. Thanks so much, you guys made my day. I love getting on and reading your reviews. It's awesome.

.elementbabe.- Thanks, I'm glad you like it.

Kaitschindler- Don't worry, I plan on sticking with it. Thanks!

The-Cheese-Fairy- Hey thanks! Okay, I feel like an idiot but what does comupance mean?

Who-will-change-the-world- I know it took me a while, but as I said I couldn't access the internet from my mom's and I'm only at my dad's Sunday-Wed.

R. Powell- Well, I'm sorry you feel that way. If you're a diehard Cole fan, than I can imagine your disgust.

fanmania- Paige will be cool. Thanks for your review.

Alyssa Halliwell- This is going to be a harsh chapter, very detailed to. I hope it doesn't offend you.

pebbles- Thanks!

s.halliwell- Fear Street. I've never heard of those. Just be glad it's not you getting carved into. As for hating Paige: I love Paige! She's awesome, but as I've explained this story just presented itself to me and so I decided to write it. I wish Paige no harm, she's my favorite. I flip out every time she dies on the show (even though I know she'll come back).

This chapter contains rape. I would ask that you not read the rape parts if you will be offended. If you're okay with this, then read on and enjoy (as much as you possibly can while reading about someone's torture).

Phoebe paced back and forth in the attic. She was supposed to be thinking about ways to find Paige, but all she was accomplishing was blaming herself for ever involving herself with Cole. If she hadn't, Paige wouldn't be in this situation. Then again if she hadn't, Paige wouldn't even be here. It was Cole who had saved her from Shax that day. That was before he was evil, Phoebe thought. He was evil now. He was insane. He would use any means to get what he wanted and Phoebe knew it.

Piper was ripping through the attic; going through boxes, dusting things off, organizing the Book of Shadows, anything to take her mind off of her guilt. I should have never left her alone, she kept telling herself, though she knew it wasn't going to help Paige to keep blaming herself. She had lost one sister already and for all she knew she had lost another one. What was worse was that Paige was her responsibility. She was her baby sister and Piper was supposed to protect her. I'm so sorry Paige, Piper thought to her baby sister. She suddenly slammed her hand on the book.

"Dammit!" she exclaimed. Phoebe stopped her pacing and looked up at her sister. Tears were rolling down Piper's face and her nose was bright red as it always was when she cried. Phoebe went over to her and she fell into her arms.

"Sh, it's okay. We'll find her. It's okay," Phoebe soothed, leading them over to the couch. She held Piper as she cried, tears filling her own eyes. She silently cursed Cole for taking their sister and she would curse him a thousand more times after she found out what he had done to her.

Paige awoke to feel a pain shooting through her stomach and back. She rolled over and yelled as the pain in her back intensified. She looked down at her shirt, once white but now brown from dirt and dried blood. She tried to pull it up to look at her wounds, but it stuck to her cut and only made it hurt more. She also noticed the excruciating pain in her ribs where Cole had kicked them so many times. You deserved it dumbass, what the hell were you thinking, she asked herself, though found it hurt to think because of the brand new and more aggressive headache she had pounding in her temples.

She would have loved to speak, to yell out to someone or just scream at the top of her lungs for no reason but her my was so dry it was glued shut and she was sure there were other reasons that would have prevented her from doing so. She felt weak. It was hard to move even the slightest bit and she knew it was connected to the pain and the large rumble in her stomach, though she did think that she was about to get a three course meal at Cole's expense.

She also felt a growing pain in her heart. Not a physical one, she was perfectly healthy in that aspect. It was the kind that came from being apart from your sisters too long. She missed them greatly and just wanted to see them again so that they could vanquish Cole's sorry ass and then she could take the time to heal. She had given up on thinking that they would find her. If they were going to, they would have done it by now. She also gave up on wondering what she had ever done to deserve this. She obviously had, whether it be a personal gain spell or bad karma there was something that she had done. Don't think that, it's what he wants you to think. You don't deserve this, you don't deserve this, you don't deserve this, she kept repeating it in her mind, trying to stop herself from giving in to Cole's games, which, though very painful, were all mind games.

Paige Matthews was starting to fall apart inside and she almost wished that Cole was there. It was much easier to feel the pain outside then it was to deal with the hurt and confusion inside. But the one time she wanted to see him, he didn't come. She sat there and waited, staring at the spot where he usually appeared, but he never did. Finally she broke down. The tears streamed down her face, leaving trails of white skin where the dirt had washed away. She didn't curl up in a ball like she usually would, she just cried. It was easier that way.

Cole watched from the shadows, a smile curling at his lips. This was what he was waiting for. Torture was no fun if your victim was a hardass the whole time and refused to cry. But if you stuck with it long enough, eventually you would get what you want. He wasn't done yet though. There was still more to explore with Paige. He was tired of beating her. She was getting used to that and after yesterday, it was starting to please her. Cole didn't want that. He wanted to play on his terms not hers. Cutting her up had been fun, but it was tiresome work. No, there was another game to be played yet. Cole watched from the shadows and waited for her tears to die down. Eventually, they did. Her body stopped shaking and the noise stopped. She was still. That was Cole's cue.

He walked from the shadows to the open space where she could see him clearly. She looked up at him weakly and he could see the tearstains on her face. She didn't say anything, just waited for his smart remark so that they could get on with the torture. It was easier that way. Cole didn't say anything though; he just knelt down and got close to her face as though he were going to kiss her again, but went for her ear.

"It's time to tweak the rules again," he whispered. A new kind of fear shot through Paige's body. The way he said it, she knew what was coming. Would she fight it? Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Cole unlocking her chains. She felt her wrists for the first time in two days. Cole looked at her expectantly as if she were going to take off her own clothes and make this easy. Paige decided that now was her chance if ever she had one. She stood up slowly and waited, before mustering up all of her strength and bolting for the door, or where she though the door was. Cole stood there for a moment, not sure what just happened before his senses kicked in. He ran after her and then realized that he could shimmer. Paige could see a sliver of light and she knew she was almost free. Just a little bit longer. But suddenly she ran into something and was knocked over. Cole grabbed her by the arms and roughly dragged her back to her spot, throwing her to the ground and coming down on top of her.

He ripped her shirt off and she struggled under his firm grip. He took her bra off and for the first time saw her milk white breasts. But that wasn't what he was after. He moved his fingers down to her jeans and quickly undid them, pulling them off and throwing them to the side before doing the same to his own. He didn't feel like bothering with her underwear, so he ripped them off. Paige struggled all the time. This wasn't what she wanted and hell yes she would fight. She tried to hit him, but he held her wrists to the floor. She tried to throw him off with her legs, but he spread them open easily. With one swoop he dug into her and she cried out. She had never been raped before, but it was nothing like sex. Sex was pleasure; this was pain. He set a rhythm, pushing in and out of her quickly and roughly. She still struggled against him, but to no avail. Finally she just stopped all together and Cole kept at it. Finally, he climaxed and Paige could feel his seed fill her. He got up and put his pants on, locking her wrists back up and shimmering out quickly.

Paige just laid there in a daze. She felt disgusting. Cole had been inside of her. He had taken the ultimate gift from her. He had filled her up with his slime and left her there. It was the most horrible feeling she had ever had. She had hated him before, but now it was something different, something indescribable. It was a fiery passion of hate and the desire not only for his death, but for her own. She couldn't possibly live with herself now that Cole had done what he had done. She laid there thinking about horrible things, hoping that death would be gracious and take her away so that she didn't have to endure another day of this.

If you only knew how horrible I felt writing this chapter. It was so wrong, yet it had to happen. I'll update as soon as I can. Till next time...

Aut