A/N: Uggggh! Sorry for the delay of getting this chapter posted. I have been having computer problems all this week and it is soo frustrating! Any way here is this chapter for you guys and I want you to know that I really do appreciate all those who take the time to read my stories and give me their opinions. It only helps my writing so thanks so much! Enjoy =)

I couldn't feel my fingers or my toes by the time we reached the hotel. Everything had gone numb. T-bag had calmly and silently slid out of the driver's seat, and he was at his most dangerous when he was quiet. I didn't even try to fight him as he pulled me away from the car and towards our room. Maybe I could try and talk him down and he wouldn't hurt me as badly as he intended. He fiddled with the key to the door and I was trying to keep myself from having a panic attack. The door slid open and my eyes were met again with that ugly carpet. I stole a glance over at T-bag who was glaring daggers at me. Oh god, I couldn't do it. I couldn't go in. My feet felt like they were glued to the floor. T-bag let out an angry growl and he shoved me violently into the room, slamming the door shut. I mustered up as much strength as I could find and turned around to face him. He was just staring at me.

"T, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to—" I was cut off as I landed flat on my back on the floor with T-bag hovering over me.

"You didn't mean to what? Cause the deaths of those poor innocent teenagers?" he mocked with almost a growl.

I opened my mouth trying to say anything, but nothing came out. Tears were brimming my eyes at the thought of causing so much death. T-bag offered me his hand and I took it skeptically as he pulled me up into a sitting position. I thought maybe I was going to luck out of this situation, but T-bag soon grabbed the back of my head roughly. His fingers were tapping against my collar bone and I couldn't stop shaking. He was humming to himself as if he was thinking. He leaned in close to my ear and I felt his breath on my neck.

"I think the problem is that you are no longer afraid of me." He whispered.

I moved my eyes over to look at his face. Did he seriously think that I wasn't afraid of him? Because right now I was pretty damn terrified! T-bag released his hold on me and started walking behind me. It was dead silent except for my frantic breathing. He gripped both of my elbows and pulled my arms behind my back. I let out a sharp cry of pain as he tightened my hands behind my back, creating a severe strain on my shoulder. I knew he had those plastic handcuffs and he was binding my hands together.

"I have given you the impression that my liking towards you will stop me from causing you harm."

He pushed the hair off my shoulder and grabbed a hold of my chin. The tears were starting to well up again as T-bag started to scare me more and more. There was a flash of something out of the corner of my eye and a towel was stuffed in my mouth and around my neck like a gag. T-bag came back into my line of sight and I had to bite down on the towel to keep from crying out.

"What you have to understand is that I am not a good guy Laney and that's how I like it."

I sat there looking confused as T-bag lunged at me and ripped my shirt right down the middle. I screamed into the towel, my face turning red out of embarrassment. He pulled the torn shreds away from my body leaving me exposed only in my bra. T-bag's eyes lingered on my chest and I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. If T-bag wanted me to be afraid of him he was doing a pretty good job. I was terrified that this was going to go very badly and he was going to…well he was going to…I couldn't even get my thoughts together.

I never thought this would happen. I mean, I always knew there was a chance this could happen, but I figured he would just threaten me. Not to actually go through with it. But the look on his face now was a look I had seen before in Fox River. He nearly succeeded in having his way with me during the riot, but I was lucky and had the others to protect me. Now I was alone, and had no means of defense or protection. T-bag finally pulled his eyes away from my chest and stepped closer to where I was sitting. I was trying to plead with him through the towel to stop this, but it fell on deaf ears. He reached out for my feet and started touching my toes. I suddenly had this sinking feeling that my toes were in danger, like he was going to break them one by one, but he was almost giving me a foot massage. If I wasn't so scared I might have enjoyed it. Things started to turn when his hand started to creep up my leg. I tried to slither away from him but I couldn't use my hands and I ended up falling over onto my side. T-bag wasn't fazed, however, and continued his journey up my leg. I was crying into the towel and squirming in every direction trying to get away from his touch. His hand curved around my butt and his fingers tightened slightly. My eyes widened and I brought my foot up, connecting it with his jaw. I realized just how big of a mistake I made, and I tried backing myself away from him as far as I could. T-bag looked up at me, his face masked over in impeccable rage. Before I could even blink he lunged at me and wrestled to get his hand on the button of my jeans.

Now I was thrashing about in a frenzy trying to prevent T-bag from removing my pants. He growled at me and climbed on top of me, using his knees to hold down my body as he worked my jeans down my thighs. I tried to clench my legs together as tight as they would go to prevent T-bag from seeing anything, but I doubted I could hide myself for very long. He ripped my jeans completely away from my legs and threw them across the room. He moved back to his feet and was staring at my now uncovered body sprawled across the floor. I rolled over and curled myself into a tight ball trying to shy myself away from T-bag. There was only one person I ever wanted to be this exposed to, and he was miles and miles away. My eyes widened when T-bag started shrugging out of his jacket. He was doing it slowly, painfully slow to torment me, and I tried to scoot myself away from him even more. He growled and wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into the air. I screamed into the towel and kicked my feet frantically trying to get away. It made me slightly curious that no one else could hear us screaming and fighting.

T-bag tossed me behind him and I landed right in the middle of the bed bouncing in the air as I hit. I attempted to turn over and climb off, but T-bag was one step faster and pulled me back. I tried to lift my head to make contact with his nose, but he ducked out of the way and held me down by my throat. I let out a choked sob and bucked my hips upward trying to throw him off of me. I tried to buck him off again, but he pushed all of his weight down onto my hips so I was unable to move. I was completely trapped underneath T-bag. This was becoming all too real. And there was nothing I could do to stop it.

T-bag removed his hand from my throat and started roaming it all over my body. I finally gave up my struggle accepting my fate of what was going to happen. I decided that it would be better to have my strength later than wasting it all now in a losing battle. I just hoped T-bag would be able to look at me after this, without being reminded every second of everyday what he did to me, without feeling guilty. That is if he didn't kill me. I closed my eyes and lolled my head to the side, hoping that whatever he was going to do that he would do it quickly and not drag it out any longer.

He leaned his face down close to mine. "Are you afraid of me Laneykins?" he whispered as he resumed his hand on my throat.

I mumbled into my towel, but I knew he couldn't understand me so I forcibly shook my head back and forth. Of course I was afraid! I wasn't ready for this to happen and I feared that he was going to kill me when he was finished. I would just be another one of his victims. T-bag smiled and dropped his head where he started kissing my neck. I tried craning my head away from him as far as it would go, but his hand was holding me in place. T-bag roughly pulled the gag down slightly freeing my mouth, and he crashed his lips against mine. I thrashed and kicked about underneath him as he tried to force his tongue into my mouth. He succeeded. It was the most rough, unromantic kiss I had ever experienced, and I could only scream into his mouth. T-bag's hand started roaming down my body and once they reached my stomach I started to panic. I bit down on his tongue hard and refused to let go. T-bag growled against my mouth and I only released when I could taste his blood in my mouth. He quickly sat up putting all of his weight onto my hips and he brought his hand up to his mouth. When he pulled it away I saw that his fingers were covered with blood.

T-bag glared down at me, his face reddening by the second, and I could feel my hands trembling behind me. He was just staring at me with harsh, rounded eyes making me feel even more self-conscious just lying here underneath him in nothing but my bra. In a flash, he lunged forward and shoved the gag back in my mouth. He then pressed two fingers right into the wrap on my shoulder. I felt like my jaw was going to break as I screamed into the towel as his fingers pressed harder and harder onto my wound. T-bag gritted his teeth together and twisted his fingers around. I clenched my toes, my fingers, my eyes, everything I could clench trying to block out the pain. The tears burned my vision. This torture was worse than anything imaginable. T-bag pulled back his fingers and revealed a small trace of blood on them. I dropped my eyes to see my shoulder bleeding slightly.

T-bag rested his hand right below my bra. This was it. This was the moment where I was going to be lost to T-bag. This was the moment where he was going to take everything away from me.

"If something like this ever happens again," he growled. "Just know that I am not going to stop myself."

Before I had time to register his words, he pulled me up and tossed me onto the floor. I was shaking and sobbing trying to figure out what just happened. T-bag climbed off of the bed and pulled me up by my hair as he started dragging me across the room. I tried to get myself to my feet, but my ankles only rolled out from under me causing me to fall back to the floor. I was sobbing into the towel and Tbag only lifted me up again and took me into the bathroom. He tossed me onto the floor and I landed hard on my side. I turned my head to glance at Tbag, but he had already slammed the door shut. Even though he didn't say anything I knew that I was not allowed to leave the bathroom. After what had just happened I was pretty determined to do what he said. The tears still spilled out of my eyes as I pulled myself up into a sitting position. The bandage on my shoulder was stained with my blood and the area around the wound was irritated from Tbag's prodding. I guess I should consider myself lucky that the only damage done to me was my shoulder. It could have been a lot worse.

But that was my punishment, to make me terrified of Tbag again. In a way he was right in that my fear towards him had went down slightly. I had been around him since he took me and he had never really done anything. I guessed that he would just threaten but not really hurt me too badly. And when those guys took me I wasn't afraid that he would ever hurt me just the others. I shook my head for being so foolish. I pulled myself to my feet and tried to grab the towel at the top of the shower, which was incredibly hard to do with my hands behind my back. Once I knocked it to the floor I grabbed it with my fingers and attempted to wrap it around my body to try and cover myself up.

But that was my punishment, to humiliate me. Tbag knew that I could take the physical blows to an extent and they would always heal. He knew that I would never ever forget this moment just like I would never forget what almost happened to me during the riot. A scar like that would never heal and the way he was staring at my uncovered body was an image burned into my mind. It was like he was a completely different person and that I was just another victim to him. By the look in his eyes I was no longer Laney the person he supposedly cared for, but Laney his property.

A few tears rolled down my cheeks as I laid myself down on the floor. If I was confused about what I felt for Tbag, it was ten times worse now. Every fiber in my being was saying to hate him, hurt him, kill him, but I could never make myself do it. Was it possible to hate and love the same person? It was never this hard with Tweener. I loved him and I knew he loved me and it was as simple as that. With Tbag I had conflicting emotions, he had conflicting emotions, and he tried to kill me every other day. No person should have to go through something like that. It would drive them insane. I was physically and mentally drained and it didn't take long before I fell asleep right there on the bathroom floor, hands bound, and a small towel the only thing to cover me.