A/N: Thanks again to all who have been reading and/or reviewing!
Never look into their eyes.
Sara continued to silently chant this message as Trey tore off a large portion of her dress with an agonizing-sounding rip. She shuddered as a cold breeze brushed against the newly-exposed part of her legs, sending shivers up her spine that in turn brought a sickening wave of nausea. The last message she was able to utter was a desperate scream for Warrick; the sound had died in her throat along with any other hope she had left that she was going to get out of this.
She could feel Trey's legs crushing her sides as he straddled her waist unmercifully; one strong arm sprawled across her waist to hold her hips down and to stop her pitiful attempts of escape. The only sound in the room was the sound of Trey's ragged breathing as his hands traveled up and down Sara's body, touching, squeezing, caressing any skin they came in contact with.
"I never imagined how beautiful you would be," Trey growled, the anger still in his tone. "And you let him have you?" he hissed, one of his hands creeping under the opening of her dress between her legs.
"Stop it," Sara finally managed to whisper, a tear descending down her cheek as she felt his hand slide up her stomach. Only Warrick could touch her like that. Warrick's touch was soft and loving and gentle, a touch that she craved almost more than anything else, and this bastard's touch was rough and demanding and cold. And the worst part of it, Sara knew, was that she couldn't do anything to stop him from tainting her body with his filthy hands.
"You don't mean that," Trey told her, "You want this…every second of it," he murmured, his hand slowly tracing across her stomach. "So shut up and enjoy it."
An angry tear fell down Sara's face as he towered over her and leaned down, pressing his body to hers. He nudged her legs apart with his knee and she let out an estranged cry as she was once again reminded of exactly what was going to happen to her. "Please don't do this," Sara whispered.
"Why…?" Trey asked. For a minute Sara felt relief swarm her body as his hands stopped in mid-grope until he was staring directly into her eyes, his gaze haunting. "This is what you want," he hissed. "I'm giving it to you exactly the way you want it."
"I don't want you to, and I never have," Sara said in a tone much more confident than she actually was. She balled her hands that were pinned to her sides into fists so she would not start shaking as she met his gaze.
Trey looked down at her, hurt flashing in his eyes for a brief moment. "All those times I touched you…" he whispered, bringing his hand up and brushing it against her cheek. "All those times…" She shuddered as she felt his breath on her neck. "You were enjoying every minute of it…"'
"No I wasn't!" Sara said, jerking her body against his to try and buck him off of her. She wasn't sure what it was- the fact that he had temporarily stopped touching her or that what he was saying was lies, but she suddenly felt the need to fight grow stronger.
"Bitch," he hissed, immediately changing his mind and throwing his body down against hers, completely cutting off her ability to move as his weight suffocated her. "You want me," he whispered into her ear, "And now you're going to get me."
"No one wants you," Sara managed to whisper before she was able to stop herself. At that moment she cursed her stubbornness and knack for insulting and witty comebacks and remarks when smartass suspects set her off. But right now, this wasn't an interrogation, and that realization was more than anything Sara had ever bargained for. She wasn't sitting at the cold steel table across from a suspect with a uniform in the room by the door and Brass by her side. She was alone with this… monster, and she was the victim.
Only Warrick could save her from becoming a victim.
Opening her mouth to yell, Sara practically gagged as Trey took full advantage and forcefully pressed his mouth to hers, shoving his tongue deep inside her mouth as his hands began to move again. She tried to push him off of her as best she could but he only held onto her even tighter, his long skinny pianist fingers wrapping completely around her tiny wrists. When he moved away the only thing she was able to let out was a strangled cry of "War—" before his mouth claimed hers against roughly.
Save me, Warrick, Sara thought to herself as she shut her eyes in attempt to detach herself from what she was currently being put through but mentally and physically. But she couldn't, she realized, she couldn't stop herself from fearing the inevitable, she couldn't stop herself from feeling his hands on her body. She couldn't… because she wasn't strong enough. She couldn't do it without Warrick.
She felt Trey's hands push her back down onto the ground as she tried to escape once again, her head snapping back violently as brown hair rained down upon her face. Reaching down with his hand, Trey brushed her hair out of her eyes almost tenderly as he gazed into her terrified eyes. Brushing his hand against her cheek he smiled down at her before he caught another glimpse of the mark Warrick had left on her skin earlier that night, the mark Sara coveted among most anything else.
He growled angrily and Sara could see the hatred in his eyes once more as he looked at her, his lips curled over his teeth in a snarl. "You let him mark you," he hissed, "Why?" he demanded of her, his booming voice echoing throughout the office.
"Because I love him," Sara whispered, returning his unwavering gaze in defiance.
He growled again, grasping her neck with his two large hands. "Don't you dare…" he whispered, "Don't you dare say that!"
Sara realized that she would probably get into even more trouble than she was already in if she said it again, but she loved Warrick more than anything or anyone else in the world, and she was not going to lie about that. Warrick was her entire life, and without him she knew she would slowly wither away and die like a flower desperate for water. She wouldn't only be lying to herself if she didn't say she loved Warrick, she would be lying to Warrick himself. And she was not prepared to do that.
"I love Warrick," Sara whispered again, the determination and passion she had for him evident in her eyes.
And Sara pulled the trigger and set off the gun that was Trey's wrath. Before she was able to comprehend what was happening he had slapped her across the face once more, her head snapping to her left as she felt him tugging at her clothes. She felt the sinking sensation in her stomach present again that had seemed to disappear for a few moments before and truly realized what sort of situation she was in.
But this wasn't right. Only Warrick could see her this way.
Sara felt another tear run down her face as she heard a zipper being undone, bracing herself for his entry, for the burning, agonizing pain that was rape. But she didn't realize that the sound was coming from her own dress until Trey had begun tugging it down her shoulders. As she felt another cold burst of air brush against the now-exposed parts of her body she felt adrenaline surge through her offering one last burst of energy, her last attempt at escaping him.
But you couldn't always escape the Boogeyman.
Trey had her thighs in his hands and they slowly slid up, touching her in the one place she was dreading the most. More tears fell down her face as she was helpless to stop him from hurting her, shuddering at the feeling of his hands against her. Tears blurred her vision as she felt him slide her underwear down her legs to her ankles, the fabric leaving a burning sensation along her calves, the sting of fear shooting throughout her entire body.
As a river of tears flooded her eyes and descended down her cheeks Sara let out one final cry as she felt his finger violently, brutally tear its way inside of her.
"I'm sorry about the wait, Sir," the bartender told Warrick, handing him the chilled bottle of wine he had asked for over thirty minutes ago. "On the house," he told him, shooting him a small smile that betrayed the disappointment of not getting a tip that he was actually feeling.
"Thanks," Warrick said, a smile once again gracing his lips. Despite the amount of time it actually took to get the bottle he now held in his hands, he felt it was well worth the wait. All he could think about was the look on Sara's face as he scooped her up into his arms from behind, already hearing her teasing remarks she would give him as he carried her out of the club.
With a smile Warrick headed to the back of the club where Sara had been unhooking the equipment from the performance, every now and then dodging the swaying drunks that proved to be obstacles on his way toward Sara. It was like the light at the end of the tunnel for Warrick whenever he saw Sara; she was his light. She was his everything. She was a goddess, a beautifully perfect descendent of God that had chosen him.
Warrick wanted nothing else but to spoil Sara silly for the entire weekend. If she wanted something at 3 am in the morning, he would run out to every grocery store in town until he found it. He loved her more than anything else and he wanted to show her exactly how grateful he was for her being in his life.
Humming a cheerful tune to himself, Warrick headed over to the back of the club with a grin on his face. "Hey Sara…" he teased, poking his head around the corner. He frowned when he saw that she wasn't in the same place she had been when he had left her. A small smile crept its way around the corners of his mouth as he assumed she was hiding. "Come on, Sara… don't make me beg…" he said, looking down at the outlets she had been kneeled down in front of before.
They weren't all unplugged.
Warrick frowned, swallowing hard as a wave of panic began to wash over him. "Sara?" he asked, looking around, almost forgetting about the bottle of wine in his hands. "Sara?" he asked a bit louder, his voice growing louder than the music blaring from the speakers just to the right of him.
Then he spotted the door just in front of him. He thought he heard something coming from inside… voices. Putting his ear against the door, his eyes widened when he heard sobbing.
Sara's sobs.
The bottle of wine in his hands dropped to the floor, shattering into pieces onto the ground as he heard her whimpers and cries coming from the closed door in front of him.
"SARA!" Warrick yelled, pounding on the door with his fists, cursing himself for leaving her alone. Goddamn it, why had he left her alone?
"Warrick," he heard her whisper from inside, "Warrick, help me, please."
Without another thought Warrick backed up and kicked the door open which practically flew off its hinges as he stormed inside. The sight of Sara on the floor in tears made him almost lose it right then and there. A pained expression etched on her face was all the other motivation Warrick needed to pummel the man who was sitting on top of her.
Pure rage filled Warrick's eyes as he shoved the man who was still continuing his assault on the woman he loved off of her, watching as he tumbled to the floor. Before he was able to even look at Warrick he had straddled his waist and was punching the man in the face with his fists.
But before he was able to knock the man into unconsciousness, Warrick felt a light tugging on his sleeve. Turning around with a scowl on his face and hatred and anger in his eyes, Warrick's eyes and features immediately softened as he noticed that it was Sara, her tear-stained eyes almost pleading with him. She looked so weak, and when she moved to crawl toward him she tumbled over.
Warrick immediately engulfed her in his arms, scooping her up into his lap and wrapping his arms tightly and protectively around her. Kissing the top of her head, the only sounds that filled the room were Sara's pained sobs. "I'm so sorry, Sara," Warrick whispered, gently rubbing her back, "I'm so, so sorry…"
The shattered bottle of wine in the doorway lay broken and forgotten as the liquid poured into the room, becoming mixed with Sara's tears.