A/N: Graphic rape scene in this chapter, people. Be warned. Alice, sorry it took me so long, I've been out of town!

THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M FOR RAPE

My throat is tight. I want to call out for Greg, or call back into the bedroom to see who's there, but I honestly can't make a sound. Slowly, I walk towards the bedroom. My gun is on the coffee table, and I grab it as I ease down the hallway. My hands are shaking, and I fling myself around to corner to face whoever is in my house.

Sam hasn't changed; his eyes are the same piercing green, the same cruel sneer. He laughs as he sees my terrified face.

"Hey, babe. Long time no see, huh?" I cock the gun, trying not to cry in terror.

"Don't you dare get any closer Sam, do you hear me?"

"You think you can beat me now?" He shook his head, laughing. It sends shivers down my spine. "You couldn't do it when you were 19, and you sure as hell can't do it now. Mm mm mm… wasn't that a night to remember, Alexis? You were so soft…"

"Shut the fuck up, Sam!" I screech, feeling like I'm going to vomit. Suddenly, someone grabs me from behind, brining my gun hand up under my own chin and shoving the gun into my neck.

"You've met my brother, Gunnar?" Sam smiled maliciously, coming towards me. I try to even out my breathing, but I'm still shaking. Sam whirls me around before I can react, taking his brother's place. Gunnar is grinning at me too. Sam smells my hair, moaning.

"You smell just the way you did that night… fear. Don't worry, Alexis." He licks my cheek, hissing in my ear as his tongue trails across my face. "I'll finish the job this time." I can't help it; I vomit. Gunnar steps back, disgusted, but Sam looks aroused. "Oh Alexis… tell me… are you going to shake the same way you did then? Try to fight me, or just accept it? Will you taste as good, my love?" He shoves his tongue into my mouth, groaning with pleasure. I move to bite his tongue, but he pulls it out before I can. "Hm, obviously that won't work. Don't worry, my love… there are other places I'd much rather put my tongue…" his eyes suddenly flare up and he wraps his hands around my throat, tossing the gun to the ground. I struggle against him, and then everything turns black.

Greg smiled at nothing in particular as the water from the shower flowed down his body. He was worried for Alexis, but she was right; there wasn't any real immediate danger. He wrapped the towel around him, drying off.

Greg bounced through the doors to the crime lab like usual, looking around for Alexis. He'd just seen her two hours ago, but already he missed the way she smiled. But Alexis wasn't there. Worried, Greg dialed her number; no response. Suddenly, Greg felt like crying.

I wake up, my head throbbing. I immediately analyze my current situation; my hands are secured to the ceiling, my feet to the floor, leaving me suspended between the two ropes. I have no idea where I am. My body starts shaking again as I force myself to accept that Sam attacking me wasn't a dream; he has me again. Sam walks into the room, nothing but his boxers on. Gunnar trails behind, leering at us. My bottom lip begins to quiver as Sam comes close, groping me. I gag, disgusted and horrified, as Sam puts his hand down my pants. Before he does anything though, he pulls it back out.

"No, that wouldn't be fair to you, now would it? Why let you think that this time will be any better?" He violently rips off my pants, leaving me exposed.

"Oh god, Sam, please, no… you don't have to do this again. Please, god, don't do this." He slaps me hard, licking his lips.

"Don't scream this time, Alexis. It made it so hard to enjoy myself that way last time." Before I can say anything, he thrusts into me, grinding roughly against me. I cry out in pain, tears falling down my naked body. Gunnar is watching in a corner, touching himself as he watches with sick pleasure. I moan, unable to focus on anything but Sam sliding roughly in and out of me. His hand comes up, trailing across my chest before slapping across my mouth. I scream into his palm, and he just laughs.

"So, Alexis… you ever fall in love?" I refuse to answer this, just as he's refused to put my clothes back on me. I can't do anything but hang there, a shadow of a person, no dignity or hope left. "You will fucking answer me, Alexis, or we'll do it again."

"Give me back my clothes, you bastard." He turns, staring at me.

"But you look so beautiful, darling. Now answer the question."

"Yes. I'm in love."

"Oh, so the guy leaving your place this morning…"

"Why are you doing this, Sam? Why are you keeping me here!" He smiles.

"You know me, babe. I like to get my moneys worth. And from the way you just were… you'll be hanging there for a while." I spit at him, turning my head away. "What, you think someone's going to save you?" I don't say anything, tears falling slowly from my eyes. He suddenly is right there, slapping me again and again. "You answer me when I ask you questions!"

"Go fuck yourself, Sam!" He stops, laughing.

"Why do that when I have you here? And babe, stop crying. All the tears in the world could save you." I look away from him as he touches me, thinking of Greg. How long can he do this? How long can he leave me here, praying Greg will save me? I don't know how long I'll be able to take it… I really don't.

I'm well aware that most of this chapter was just nasty rape… but I wanted to update, and also wanted to get the plot rolling again. And plus, I'm mad right now, so I took it out on the character! Lol, so sorry about that. I'll try to update soon.