A/N: Okay just a warning this chapter contains sensitive matters. So don't read it if your well… sensitive to certain matters.

When Tru walked into her cabin later that evening her head was still throbbing. She turned to wave at Jack who was in his jeep to make sure she got in okay. Back home Jack would have tried to run her down with his jeep, but now he was acting like the perfect gentleman. And that scared her.

"Must be the air." She muttered unlocking the door.

She turned to wave back at Jack who was still waiting patiently, then made a beeline for the bathroom where she tossed back a few Advil. To tired to change she flopped onto the bed and closed her eyes. Intent on counting sheep. She was just getting started when the phone rang.

"Oh come on people!" She threw her hands in the air angrily.

"Hello." She growled into the phone.

"Hey sis it's me." Harrison.

"What do you want?" She was mentally poking her Harrison voodoo doll in the arm.

"I was just calling to let you know I would be a few days late, dad suckered me into working another case." He paused. "Is that okay.?"

" Whatever." At this point Harry could be calling to tell her apartment had just burned down and she wouldn't have cared less.

" Gee Tru that's some caffeine withdraw your going through, maybe you should consider the twelve step program."

" Screw you." She could still hear him chuckling as she hung up.

Something was tugging at the back of her mind. Something she should have remembered about the almost fatal day at the lake, something really important. Too tired to care, she shoved to the back of her mind, and drifted off to sleep.

The sound of rain splattering on the roof of the cabin awakened Tru sometime later that evening. It might have still been light had it not been raining. The storm clouds were smothering out what was left of the retreating sun, casting the cabin in an eerie darkness.

Tru rose slowly exchanging Jacks clothes for her jeans and tank top, figuring she could at least wash his clothes since he was nice enough to let her wear them. She tried not to dwell on how strong and sculpted Jack had looked shirtless. Jack had surprised her with his tenderness, she was so used to his cynical side that she hadn't even thought that there may be another side of him, a gentler side. She gave in involuntary shudder imagining those gentle hands around her body, touching her, filling her… She tried to shake the images out of head, but it was too late. The damage was already done. She wanted him, and that was bad.

She was headed down to the machine intent on clearing her mind of all thoughts involving Jack, when she felt water creep through her stocking feet. Startled she looked down to see what she'd stepped in. Her pulse quickened as she realized she had stepped in a very large, and rather wet footprint. She tried to reason that maybe it was just a puddle from the rain, but as she looked down the hallway, there was no mistaking the trail of footsteps.

She stiffened a scream and slunk back into the shadows praying that whoever was in her cabin, hadn't found her yet. After a few minutes of being consumed by blind terror, Tru began to slink along the wall in the direction of the door. She would rather be outside where she had lots of room to run, then to be trapped in a small space with not that many options.

Shakily she continued towards the door praying every step of the way. She was almost there when she heard a floorboard creak behind her. Her body tingled with dread, and before she could even react an iron grip encircled her waist and she was propelled backwards. Her breath left her body as she crashed into her captor's body. Feeling hysteria bubbling through her body she slammed her elbow into the softest spot she could find. She heard a grunt and began mentally cheering herself, but her victory was short lived. No sooner than she had taken three steps an unmistakably male arm snatched her back.

He began dragging her back in the direction of her room. Tru struggled harder determined to escape. As he dragged her through the doorway she grabbed a hold of the door and refused to let go. He tugged a few times and finally impatience took over and slammed her head into the doorframe. Wood cracked, or possibly something in her head and she slumped to the ground. Her attacker dragged her limp form in the rest of the way, and tossed her into the bed face forward. Before she could even move to get up, he straddled her back, pressing her face painfully into the mattress.

Then she heard a deep raspy voice next to her ear. "Go ahead and scream, I like it when they scream."

Every bone in her body shook with undiluted fear, but she bit down on her tongue and didn't so much as let out a squeak.

"I said scream you worthless whore!" He flipped her over so that she was facing him.

His face was clad in a ski mask, but she could see his eyes flashing with anger. She yanked one of her wrist free from his painful grasp, and tried to snatch his ski mask off, determined to at least see her attacker. He let out a growl, and rewarded her with a painful slap across the face. Through the blaze of pain, she saw him remove a glinting object from his pocket. Another wave of hysteria shot through her as she realized it was a knife. She stopped struggling.

"See I knew this would get your attention little girl, It always works on the feisty ones. I knew you would fight before you let me purify you, they always do." He chuckled evilly.

Giving Tru a chance to understand just how crazy he was.

"Your whacked out you sick freak." She spat out.

He smiled and gripped her wrist. Tru yelped in pain.

"Little girls need to know…" He trailed off.

"Need to know what? how psychotic you are." Belatedly she questioned the wisdom of pissing him off. But hell he was going to kill her any way, might as well go down fighting. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the blow. It never came. When she opened her eyes again he placed the knife to her throat. He was trying to terrorize her, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream. Then he slid the knife downward slicing her t-shirt open.

"They need to be purified." He mumbled

Realization dawned on Tru, he was going to rape her, then kill her, and no one would even hear her cries. She forced her mind to go blank, desperately trying to formulate a plan. If she could only get to her cell phone then she could make a break for it and call someone. But Harry was too far. Wait what about Jack. She knew she didn't have his number, but he had called her before, thankfully she had caller I.D she just hoped he didn't have a private number. Thank God Harry had called her at the cabin, because if he had called her cell Jack's number might have been erased, then she would have been screwed. Now all she had to do was get to the phone.

She craned her neck towards the nightstand, and relief flowed through her as she saw her cell phone lying next to the alarm clock. She ignored the brutal groping and his sickening arousal pressed against her thigh, and willed her body to relax. Her head lolled to the side as if she'd passed out. Yeah that's it you bastard put the knife up. She said in her mind over and over again. You don't need it, you can take me. He was unaware of her mental chanting, as he put the knife back into his pocket. She waited a few more moments until his grip on her loosened, then she jolted into action. She jerked her leg up and kneed him in the groin. He tilted off her and curled into a fetal position howling in pain. Tru was too scared to smile so she ran snatched the phone and ran.

She knew she was too weak from having her head slammed into the door to get far so she barricaded herself in the bathroom. With her heart slamming in her chest, and her fingers shaking so violently that she almost dropped the phone, she dialed.

"Ello." She heard him answer sleepily.

"Jack, help." She shouted breathlessly.

"What, Tru is that you, what's wrong."

"This guy he's crazy he broke in. Please you've got to get here."

"I'm coming." All traces of his earlierexhaustion were gone.

"Please don't hang up Jack." She hadn't even realized she was crying, no sobbing.

"Never." He gritted. "Where are you?"

"Locked in the bathroom, please hurry," She sobbed.

"I'm almost there." He said reassuringly.

"Jack I need-" she was interrupted by a splintering sound. She looked up and saw a gaping hole in the door.

"Oh God Jack he's breaking down the door." She was screaming now, her wails bouncing off the bathroom tiles and echoing through the empty cabin.

Thud, Thud.

God, I promise to live a long life of celibacy if I just get through this she feverishly prayed.

Thud Thud

"Jack-" That was all she could say before the door was thrown open and she was tackled. The phone skittled out of her reach, and her head cracked the floor painfully. Waves of nausea crashed into her relentlessly as she struggled to remain conscious. She was too weak to fight him off as he ripped open her shirt. Vaguely she heard the sound off his zipper being lowered, and then finally she welcomed the darkness as she fell unconscious.

Hi guyz, I hope you liked this chapter. I know I'm evil for beating up Tru so much, but she a tough girl she can take the heat. Plus this is all connected. You'll find out how laters. The next chapter is going to be kind of short plz don't be too mad. As always thanx for the great reviews. :-)

Reese