AN: Alright, here ya go. Oh, and I know that poor Sara has suffered enough already, but she still has a little suffering ahead of her.
When Sara came to, she didn't open her eyes. She kept them shut and let her brain sort all her memories out. In just a few seconds she knew what had happened, and where she was. It was a skill she had developed when she was younger and would hide from her parents. She would get into small, odd places and fall asleep.
Dirchy had chased her, caught her, slammed her into a wall. She dropped her phone. Judging by the pain and the fact she was having a hard time breathing, he broke her nose. Shoved her into the back of a van or truck, which was still driving. She could feel the movement under her. She was gaged, and her hands were tied behind her back. He feet were tied also. Something was laying, mostly on top of her and Sara knew it was Tony.
Now she opened her eyes. She tried to move a little, see if Tony was awake. She did, but when she moved her whole body screamed with pain.
"Sara," came a tiny choked voice. Sara tried to call out for Tony, but the gaga stopped her.
"Sara," he repeated. Apparently Dirchy couldn't tie his own son up because Tony started to pull at the gag. His hands were tiny and it took him a long time to get it out of Sara's mouth. Well it seemed like a long time anyway. Sara was happy to be able to breath properly again.
"Thanks buddy," she said. Tony through his arms around her. Her body screamed in pain again but Sara wouldn't dare flinch or jerk back from Tony's hug. She felt his body shaking with tears.
"Shhh, shhh," she murmured. Any other person would have said "It's alright, it's gonna be okay," or something similar. Sara knew better.
The movement stopped. She heard the engine dies and one of the doors in front open and then slam shut. She knew the back doors were going to open next, that they had reached where ever Dirchy was taking them. Sure enough the doors opened. As soon as they did, Sara shut her eyes and made her body go limp. Another skill she developed as a young child was the ability to play dead.
She felt Tony latch onto her arms tight enough for his nails to dig into her skin. She heard a gruff voice swear and then felt Tony's hands start to pull away. Tony started screaming again as Dirchy tried to pull him away. Tony was taking chucks of Sara's skin with him and it was painful, but Sara refused to flinch or wince or react at all. She figured she had a better chance if she was 'unconscious'
Dirchy finally managed to get Tony away from Sara and his screams were soon muffled, and then they got softer. Sara cracked here eyes open a little and saw that they weren't standing outside the van. Sara wished she could get up and run, escape. But she couldn't with her arms and legs tied. And even if she could. There was no way she was leaving Tony. No, she would have to let Dirchy take her where ever he took Tony.
He came back in only a few minutes and lifted Sara up like she was bag. He slung her over one of her shoulders. He carried her into a small cabin. He dumped her on the floor of an empty room.
"Sara," Tony shouted again and she felt his arms wrap around her again. Then she heard the sound of a hand meeting skin with great force, but it wasn't her skin. Tony let out a howl of pain.
"Get away Benjamin," Dirchy growled. Now she opened her eyes. She saw Tony stand up and turn around. Even from the back she could tell how brave that little boy was being. He stood up as tall as he could.
"Tony," he said. There was not an ounce of fear in his voice. His voice was cold and sharp and venom dripped from every word he spoke. "My name is Tony."