Landa returned to his apartment a few hours later. That morning he had left tie up some affairs and make sure everything was all set for that evening. Despite the headache that was pounding inside his temples, he was relieved when he came home. Unlocking the door, he strolled in with his jacket folded over his arm. When he walked into the master bedroom he found his bride to be exactly how he left her. Taking the handcuffs from his office, he had shackled her wrists against the brass headboard and gagged her mouth. Both of her ankles were tied with torn strips of the bed sheets against each pole at the end of the bed. She wore nothing and her body was badly bruised and cut. Her wounds wrapped up and tended to.

She looked furious, her eyes bulged from head as she began to struggle, thrashing from side to side. Whipping her head as muffled shouts came from bound mouth. She glared at him like a wild animal.

Smiling, Landa placed his jacket down and clapped his hands together.

"Hello my darling! Well the evening is nearly all set and the hour is getting late. I shall have to wash up soon and get ready. But don't you fret my sweetheart. I have arranged that if all goes well one of my men will return you to me safe and sound and we'll be heading to our true home together. Isn't that nice."

Anabel turned her head away, refusing to look at him as he walked towards the bed. Smiling, he sat down on the edge and reached over, grasping her face with his hand, digging his fingers into her cheeks and forcing her to look up at him.

"I'm afraid those men you played whore to will be very surprised by tonight's events. Tell me, did you allow all of them to have their way with you or was there anyone special? Wicki maybe? You must have been very heartbroken when you saw him gunned down like an animal down in that basement..."

Anabel glared up at him, her breathing heavy and her eyes set.

Leaning down, Landa kissed her forehead as she snapped her eyes shut. Looking down and smiling, Landa reached down, his fingers brushing down against her breasts. Glancing over his shoulder at the grandfather clock he smirked.

"Seems I have a bit of time to spare before I get ready, why don't we get back to making that son I so very badly want?"

Anabel struggled even harder before Landa stood back up, loosening his collar before reaching down and yanking down his zipper to his fly. Anabel froze staring at him, a scream muffled behind her gag.

Within a minute, Anabel stared off into space as Landa laid on top of her, his weight crushing her. She stared off as he laid between her two legs, loudly making noise and hurting her. Staring off, she lost herself as she did earlier when he took her. She found herself drifting away from her real body, ignoring the horrible thing that was being done to her and tried to remember something else...

She drifted to a memory where she felt safe and where she was surrounded by people who loved and protected her.

Ten months earlier...

Aldo couldn't push the truck any faster than fifteen miles per hour due to the thick forest and the off roading they had been doing. For the past hour or so he glanced in the cracked rear-view mirror slightly amused as Ana bell ran behind the truck, trying her hardest to catch up.

They had left at dawn, in which Aldo firmly put his foot down about leaving her behind when she refused to let them drop her at the next village. Wicki seemed very disappointed but silently listened to orders and loaded up the truck with the others. Anabel had sworn and spit at him before he simply grinned and climbed into the front cab of the truck. About a half an hour he noticed she was following them. Omar sat beside him and told him he outta go faster, instead Aldo decided to play with her and see exactly how long it took before she tired and gave up.

So far she kept running, a few feet behind the truck, her eyes determined.

Fifteen or so Minuit later he had seen enough, laughing and shaking his head he pulled over and shifted the truck into park. Behind him he heard the others who mumble wondering what was going on. Climbing out, he shoved his hands in the front pockets of his jacket before strolling back to Anabel who was slightly bent over trying to catch her breath.

Her hair was drenched in sweat and hung down, her boots tattered from running. Smiling, Aldo walked over as the others began to slowly climb out from the back of the truck. Strolling over, Aldo shook his head again.

"Damn girl...you sure don't know how to give up."

Anabel lifted her head to see Donny and Wicki slowly begin to walk over as well. Sighing, feeling her heart hammer in her chest she stood up straight and glared at Aldo.

"I can be useful...I can help I swear. If I'm a problem you can get rid of me, just please..."

"This ain't do place for a young girl like yourself. As far as you know we don't exist...we're killers and we don't wanna be held up by some kid."

Anabel simply stood there before Wicki cleared his throat.

"I'll keep an eye on her, if she becomes a problem it will be on me."

Aldo glanced over his shoulder to see Wicki standing there. Clearing his throat, Donny stepped over as well.

"Me too, she'll be our responsibility."

Anabel met both of the men's glances before Aldo rubbed his beard and sighed.

"All right...fine...but..."

He turned towards Anabel pointing his finger.

"One problem and I mean one your out on your ass understand?"

Anabel quickly nodded before Wicki walked over, firmly placing his hand on her shoulder, causing her to look up at him with greatcoat eyes. Staring at Aldo he faintly smiled.

"She speaks French which can help us."

Aldo nodded before rolling his eyes.

"All right whatever, I want everyone back in the truck in ten..."

Stalking off, Aldo searched for a smoke while a few of the others glanced over keeping their distance. Looking down at her, Wicki sighed.

"Come on, I'll get you some water...also let's take a look at your feet. I can't believe you ran for so long."

Taking her hand, Wicki guided her back to the truck while Donny watched, feeling the first pangs of jealously enter his heart.

Present.

Glancing up at the theater, Omar, Aldo, Donny, and Bridget all stood together. Utivich had carefully driven the car around the street. Staring up at the building, Donny heard Omar faintly gulp.

This was it...

Slowly they made their way inside.