A/N: I don't own Titanic, it's characters...blah blah blah.

Rated: NC-17 for content


Chapter 5 – The Nightmare's back

Rose awoke to a dimly lit room with no windows and a big metal door across from her. Her head was pounding and one of her eyes was allowing her to open it only part way. She knew she had been beaten, but she didn't remember it ever taking place in her memory. She knew it was Cal, and she knew he could do worse. She pressed her hand against the back of her head, causing her to call out in pain. She was also having trouble breathing, which was probably the reason she woke up. She felt along her ribcage, wincing at a few different spots. Cal had broken some of her ribs. She knew she would die down here if she didn't escape. She wondered how her mother was letting this happen. Her mother. Did she even know that she was down here? Probably, Rose thought, she's probably glad Cal had beaten her, giving what she thought would be more control. Even this would not have Rose crouching in a corner like a puppy being scowled. Suddenly her mind started putting pictures of Jack in the front of her memory. Jack. How could she be so selfish to put him danger like that. Is he even alive; she knew she wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she got Jack killed. Her thoughts were interrupted when the door rattled. Rose stared at the door as it opened, revealing the bastard that did this to her.

"Hello sweetpea," he chimed, acting as if everything was normal, "I'm glad to see you're up."

Rose just glared at him, not saying a word.

"Here, I brought you some food," Cal stated, putting a tray with a sandwich and a drink on the bed in front of where she was sitting.

Rose looked down at the food, but it didn't look the least bit appetizing.

"I hope you this taught you a lesson Rose," Cal said, standing above her as though to intimate her.

"Yes, it sure has. It taught me that you are an unimaginable bastard that doesn't deserve to live," Rose shot back, her voice as cold as ice.
Before she knew it, Cal's hand found its way across her face. Rose just glared at him as she put pressure on the sting.

"Why do you make me do this to you, Rose? I always win and you would have it so much easier if you cooperated with me," he stated, his voice high in superiority.

Not a chance in hell, Rose thought to herself, but decided no to say anything.

Cal went to the door, ready to walk out, when he turned back to Rose.

"Oh by the way," he started, "your mother has requested that she come down and see you, so she will be here later tonight."

After that Cal left, locking the big door as he went. Rose collapsed in tears on the bed, not knowing what to do. In her emotional rage, she swept her hand across the bed, knocking the food on the floor. Before she knew it she had blacked out.

After Jack was kicked out of the Dewitt Bukater mansion, he went back to his apartment, not having a clue of what to do. He just couldn't get over the fear in Rose's eyes when she was being drug out of the room, watching Jack just stand there. "It will be okay, I promise," Jack had told her many times that day. He kept promising her things that he had no control over. He decided he was going to back and find her.

Rose again woke up in the same place. She had no idea if it was day or night, or how long she had blacked out. She went to the head of the bed, pulling her knees close and resting her head upon them. She stared at the door as if it would magically open if she stared long enough.

Jack walked faster back to the mansion and vigorously rang the door bell. Cal opened the door to receive a fist in the face. That caught him off guard and put him in shock. Cal shakes it off and clubs Jack right in the stomach, then in the face. Cal keeps punching Jack and kicks him out the door, causing him to fall on the cement. Jack got up to fight back, but the door slammed shut before he could get to it. Frustrated, Jack walked back to his apartment, deciding along the way that he needed reinforcements. He paced around the apartment waiting for Fabrizio to get home.

Cal walked inside, infuriated. How dare that scum take a swing at him. Just for that he was going to make Rose pay for Jack's mistake. Cal started toward the room that Rose was being held in, when her mother popped around the corner.

"Mr. Hockley, I was wondering when I get to see my daughter," Ruth said to him.

"When I get done talking to her…alone," he told her, sliding right by her.

"Okay, I'll be in the parlor," she shouted after him.

Rose hadn't moved from the head of the bed. She heard footsteps descending the stairs, then the unlocking of the door. Rose looked at the door and fear rose within her when she saw Cal and the look in his eyes. She tightened her arms around her legs. Cal came over and yanked her up from the bed. He pushed her against the wall.

"If you yell, I will kill you," he whispered, "If you fight back I will kill you and your little boyfriend."

Rose obeyed him as she silently screamed as Cal started kissing her and undressing her. Soon she was standing there naked, shivering due to her fear and the cold.

"I have a story to tell you Rose," Cal started, as he hit her in the stomach, to gain control, "It's about Jack and how he wanted to be the hero and try and save you. Now there is a game too. Every time you cry, look like you're going to cry, or have a look of fear on your face, I will either use you for my pleasure or my punching bag. Is that anyway unclear?"

Rose just shook her head.

"Aw, see Rose, you've lost already. Right there was both a look of fear and you look like you're going to cry, so I win. Lay down on the bed," Cal ordered.

Rose didn't move.

"Now!" Cal yelled as he slapped her and pushed her onto the bed.

Rose flew onto the bed, and kept telling herself not to cry. Cal took off his pants and boxers, exposing his penis, standing erect in the air. Cal climbed onto the bed, spreading Rose's legs apart. Rose shut her eyes to avoid any eye contact between her and Cal. She felt his tongue on her clitoris, sending sensations through her body. He kept doing it and soon Rose arched her back and had an orgasm; Rose wanted to cry but knew she couldn't. Cal brought his head up and started fingering her.

"Now, let's get back to that story," Cal said, then he hit her again, "Open your eyes dammit!"

Rose opened them and as much as she tried to fight it, tears started falling out of her green eyes. Quickly wiping them away, she prated that Cal didn't see them, but instantly felt a hand across her face.

"I told you not to cry Rose, but before I punish you, I'll tell you why I came down here," Cal started, not stopping what he was doing, "It started when the door bell rang. I answered it and got a punch in the face. I look up and see your little boyfriend was standing there. I punched him back more and more, and then kicked him out of the house."

Cal stopped and climbed on top of Rose as she spoke again, "For that, I decided you would pay for his mistake."

Cal forced himself inside of her. She was tight; Rose was a virgin, she hadn't found the one yet, but she told Cal she wanted to wait until after the wedding. Rose cried out in pain, and started crying again. Cal pushed harder and harder, making Rose feel extreme amounts of pain. Cal did this for about a half an hour, then decided he had had enough, for now. He made Rose get dressed, as he beat her and threw her around some more. When they were both dressed, Cal went to the door, and opened it.

"Your mother is going to come see you now," he said as he closed the door, and started locking it on the other side.

Rose collapsed on the bed in tears, pain shot through her body like a thousand knives. She felt so dirty and ashamed. She thought about the story Cal had told her. She wasn't mad at Jack, he didn't know Cal, it wasn't his fault. Cal tried to pin it on him so she would hate Jack. She didn't hate him at all, she couldn't believe he came back to try and save her.

The door opened, interrupting her thoughts. She was lying away from the door, and didn't look to see who it was. She started crying again, as the soft indention on the bed indicated that it was her mother.

"Rose…" Ruth whispered to her daughter's back.

Rose rolled over to her back, showing her severely beaten and swollen face. Ruth stared at Rose horrified, how could someone do that to her daughter, she had no idea this was what Cal was doing.

"Oh my god, my baby," Ruth said, crying along with Rose.

"You didn't know?" Rose asked, figuring this was her idea.

"Heaven's no," she told her, as she brought her into a hug, "I'm so stupid for forcing you with him, he seemed perfect. Rose, I'm so sorry. He's going to pay for this."

Rose looked into her mother's eyes and saw love that she had never noticed before.

"Rose, I'm going to make this stop, but I have to go now," Ruth said, getting off the bed.

Rose just nodded, "Be careful. I love you mom."

"Don't worry baby, I will. I love you too," she said as she kissed Rose's forehead and left to get her out of this.


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