A/N: Sorry the other chapter was about three chapters in one. I kind of rushed it when I was writing. I know it has been a while since I updated, but there was a family emergency, I won't bore you with details, so I have been off the internet for a while. I hope you like this chapter, even though it's a little short.
Disclaimer: See other chapters.
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"Good work, Josh." Lance was circling Sara, who was now tied to yet another chair.
"I brought her to mom's house like you asked, can I go now?" Josh was scared now more than ever. He knew what his brother was going to do. He had witnessed it on too many girls, always waiting for the next order from his older brother. But he couldn't be apart of this one. Not when the police were so close to catching them.
"No, you know you can't leave yet." Lance smiled evilly, still staring into Sara's cold and empty eyes. He had big plans, now that the cops were temporarily off their trail.
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"We don't have anything anymore." Catherine whispered to the group, now surrounding the table in the break room.
"We have to think like him, to be able to follow him." Grissom stated, now starting to lose his calm act.
"Obviously," Nick spat.
"Hey, we all have to just take a breather, and then we can figure out what his next move is." Warrick added.
"You don't understand, Warrick. Sara doesn't have time for us to take a breather." Greg said.
"Enough from everyone. Sara doesn't have any kind of chance if we turn on each other." Brass had just walked in.
"When you get stuck at the end, go back to the beginning." Grissom concluded.
"Lisa Minotta." Nick said.
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Sara finally gave in and gasped out in pain as Lance tightened the bindings on her hands. Her wrist felt as if it was completely ripped off, though she knew that wasn't true.
"Painful, eh?" He asked with an evil grin on his twisted face.
He then pulled out a silver knife with a silver handle. It glistened brightly, catching the light from the little bulb on the ceiling. Sara could only imagine what he was going to do with that. She could feel the blood draining from her face as he slowly moved towards her. She tried to move, to do something in her defense. But she felt so helpless, so weak that she was disgusted with herself and hated, no, loathed him for making her feel that way. This thought gave her a small boost of energy and she flung her foot out just as he came within her reach.
Lance half cried and half growled in pain and surprise as her foot made contact with his thigh. It had been slightly off target, but Sara was satisfied. That is until her looked at her with fire in his eyes, now even more outraged than he had been.
He got up and moved faster and more determined towards her. She swung her leg a second time, but he was expecting that and grabbed her foot, before twisting it around, forcing another cry of anguish to erupt from his prisoner.
"Now, now, have you forgotten the manners I taught you?" He asked in a mock voice.
He then brought his knife up and slashed the bottom of her shirt, just enough so that he could see a sliver of her stomach. He moved his rough hand to the opening and ran his hand over her abdomen. Sara was so disgusted and disgraced that her throat felt as if it was stuck together and bile seemed to stir in her stomach.
He moved his hands higher before pulling them out and attempting to unbutton her pants. Sara couldn't even move she was so appalled. What she would give to get out of the situation. He almost had her zipper down before the door behind him opened.