Authoress Note: Story takes place in the future. Some event changes will be explained in thoughts and all that jazz, so if you get confused, I apologize ahead xD

Authoress Extra Note: The following piece contains possible uncomfortable images. Although I'm not going really extreme with the piece, it is still something many might find uncomfortable, and thus I feel I should warn you. Sexual content, considerable non-con, and blood are evident. You have been warned! No whining now!

Big hug and thanks to cedricsowner!

July 20th, 2016

She screamed. She screamed loud and clear. She wanted to pull away. She just wanted them to leave her alone now. Why? Why was this happening? Why! Ames's clothes were now tattered and exposing.

Her jeans had been ripped from her and off her with the flick of a blade. The blade had traced along her underwear to her stomach, before swiftly, her top was cut, just missing her black bra underneath. It now hung open, barely covering her, barely providing any protection from wandering eyes and the cold of the warehouse.

They had moved her to the oddly familiar looking bedroom set and sat her in the middle in-front of a camera. Even know she didn't know if it was on or not. But at the moment her concentration was on the middle and index digits that had wormed their way into her! "We have to make you just right for the camera, miss Ames. You understand, yes?" Elliot had chuckled as he'd unbutton his red top and revealed a dark gray tank-top underneath, along with her conformation that he had some muscles on him.

"Now don't you worry," he'd whispered with an almost calming smile. "This is simply for the camera. We have to make you look as helpless as possible. And at the moment the cuts and bruises are nice, but it needs a more dramatic and angering appeal. I can't send off the final results unless I have that element." He was behind her now, his arms came to rest on her shoulders, and she tried to turn her head to bite him, but found her head locked in place by his forearms, keeping her face forward, only for it to bend as he reached down her body.

Ames's body shook as she saw where his hand was; felt where his hand was! His fingers pressed confidently between her legs against the fabric of her black underwear, and pressed. Ames panicked. She tried to slam her head back and close her legs. She began to thrash and shake in her restraining seat. 'No no no no no no-!' her mind was screaming over and over as she wiggled and tried hard to break the hold.

She was suddenly. However meet with an open palm slap to her cheek, before his back hand made hard contact with the other. He hit her multiple time, her eyes watering from the impacts, before he took the same position once more, this time his fingers pushing and rubbing roughly against her sex, the fabric of her undergarment the only barrier between them. Ames grit her teeth and was on the verge of thrashing again, when she cried out as her hair was roughly yanked by Elliots strong hands, holding her in place as he continued.

Across from them and to her left, Eddie and Archie were grinning lecherously as they kept the camera pointed at them. Was that thing recording? Her mind vaguely thought on it, before she was roughly pulled from that wondering thought, as Elliot pushed her garment aside and began to rub roughly at her exposed sex, his fingers working the skin, sliding and pressing. She tried to move, but winced at the tug of her hair and scalp, shuddering as his fingers continued to work at her.

"You are doing wonderful now, miss Ames," Elliot exclaimed happily. Out of the corner of her right eye, she could see his face. He was calm. As if the act he was performing on her was the naturalist thing to do. That he was allowed to do it. Ames wanted nothing more than to beat that calm out of him til he was fearful! His touches, however, were also clouding her mind with a sort of fog that was slowly coming to her mind. "Isn't she doing well, boys?"

Archie and Eddie laughed. "Oh yeah, boss," Eddie snickered almost gleefully. "She's doing good alright." Archie just continued to laugh, his eyes trailed on where his bosses fingers were now sliding and pressing inside. Ames screamed. That's all she could do. She screamed and tried to move her legs. "S-Stop!" Ames gasped out, shaking and her teeth gritting loudly. "S-Stop! D-D-Don't fucking touch me! S-Sick f-fuck!" She screamed loud, hoping it hurt his ear. She screamed as her hair was yanked harder than she'd ever had done. It hurt so much. Her scalp was screaming in protest.

"Be quiet, miss Ames!" Elliot snarled, his fingers never stopping their slide inside her. "Archie! Grab the duct tape! If miss Ames is going to keep up this annoying banter, I'm afraid she'll have to loose her privilege to speak!" Elliot was holding her tightly, as she tried to scoot her waist and body to the side, away. She wanted away from him. He was sick! She didn't want his touches!

"Found it boss," Archie called over her snarls and animal like screams, which were cut as a piece of restraining duct tape was slapped over her mouth. "Aaah... Much better, miss Ames. I'm terribly sorry to do this, but you brought it on yourself," Elliot tsked, as Archie was shooed away after getting a thank-you from his boss.

His fingers began their play again, curling and spreading and pumping in and out and around her, inside her. She continued to shudder and pull, continued to try to pull her body away from him. But she was getting weak. Her body was tired from lack of nutrition and sleep. She hadn't eaten in she didn't know how long. And she didn't know how long she'd been here, but she hadn't slept since she woke up with the blindfold.

"Oh much better. See, if you just relax this would be much easier, miss Ames," Elliot commented, pointing out how her thrashes were slowly becoming less and less,her bodies fatigue slowly winning over her will to get away from the man.

o0o

"Winston?... Winston, hey... -hear me?"

Winston slowly, very slowly, felt himself coming to. Hi vision blurred and shifted, as he tried to grasp at the visible world, at Chance standing just a few feet from him. He blinked a few times, before groaning and slowly moving his hand up to grab at his throbbing head, wincing as he looked at his arm upon feeling it pule painfully. It was wrapped up and lightly stained with blood. The shot, the thugs!

Winston tried to sit up quickly, recalling what had happened, only to cringe and fall back against the couch he'd been placed on. "Easy, Winston," Chance soothed, kneeling down to keep his eyes on Winston's lowered face as the taller male grumbled and cursed. "Chance?" Winston finally grasped out. "What the hell... Where am I?"

Chance smiled upon hearing his friends voice. "You're back at the office... You called me... Do you remember what happened? We found you in an alleyway behind a dumpster about a block from here." Winston furrowed his brow, his memories still coming back to him as he quickly tried to piece them together. "Yeah... Yeah I remember. Some asshole thugs attacked me from my car before they shot me. They started complaining about needing to keep me alive for their boss, but that's all I could get...And what do you mean 'we'?"

Winston hadn't noticed Guerrero til now. He was frantic looking, his hair pushed back and wild, as he typed madly at the pad of the new office computer. His piercing eyes were bright and full of what Winston could make out as anger. "What's wrong with him?" Winston asked, sitting up finally. He didn't dare try to stand, for fear he'd tumble over. His headache was starting to disappear now at least.

"Ames has been kidnapped." Winstons eyes widened and he stared at Chance. "What!" he exclaimed, causing Chance to give him a boyish sympathetic look. Apparently he'd not wanted to tell him but now had. "What do you mean she's been kidnapped!" Chance held up his hands and quickly and briefly explained the events that had accured this morning. Winstons eyes became wider than dinner plates, as he cursed.

"We were suppose to get the girl and the big guy! Boss aint gonna like this," Winston grumbled, recalling the thugs argument. Ames. Ames must have been "the girl"... Damn! Chance gave him a puzzled look before Winston finally told him of the argument the two thugs had after they had shot him. Needless to say, they weren't the brightest or best baddies out there. "All I got was the names Archie and Eddie," Winston sighed, finally getting tired of just sitting, before pulling and pushing himself out of the chair.

"Archie and Eddie Nilpferd, the Big Brothers?" Guerrero finally asked, looking up at them from the computer. "Big dudes. Not very bright. Dark and dumb features?" Winston blinked, before nodding. "Yeah," he answered finally, as him and Chance shared a look, before walking into the office to see two mug shots of twin brothers with dark hair and eyes and tall and large features. "That's them," Winston mused.. "How do you-?"

Guerrero cut him off. "Ran into trouble with them a few years back. Let them live if they helped me dump their ex-boss. Guy was scaring up the north coast, put a bullet in his head. Haven't seen them since," Guerrero mumbled, typing quickly at the computer. His fingers seemed to dance, and Winston had to remember that Guerrero may be a nut job, but he was a professional hacker and computer expert.

"Excuse me, but what is going on?" Chance and Winston blinked, before turning around to find their boss and purse, Ilsa Pucci, looking rather lost. She was dressed in a simple black dress, her hair and make-up in place. "Ilsa?" Winsto heard Chance sigh, as the blonde tilted his head. "Thought you were in Rome with Connie."

Ilsa knit her brows and frowned. "Well I was. But the trip was cut short. Connie became very sick and her fiancee took her home, so I returned... What's going on here?" she approached the men, and looked at the screen as Guerrero typed away madly. "What's Mr. Guerrero looking for?"

Winston and Chance shared a look. He wasn't going to tell her. Chance sighed, before giving her a look. "Ames has been kidnapped. We arn't sure who has her. And Winston was attacked, so we think they're targeting me or Guerrero by attacking them."

Ilsa's eyes widened and her face paled. "Oh dear... I..Then this is..." Winston gave her a puzzled look,as she reached in her purse and produced a wrapped disk. His heart jumped to his ears, as he saw a simple name written in black marker. "Ames". Ilsa handed the disk to Chance. "I-I had assumed it was simple mail.. It was in the box..." Ilsa sounded small almost, lost and fearful, as Chance rushed the disk over to Guerrero.

The two quickly set up the video feed and slipped the disk in. At first nothing happened. Then the black screen flickered, and Winston wanted to puke. On the screen, barely exposed and bruised and bloodied, looking of hell itself, was Ames. "Oh my God!" Ilsa exclaimed, her hand clasping her mouth as the camera focused in on her broken form of the young woman.

To his left, Winston could see Guerrero pale, his body stiff and his eyes totally locked on Ames's form. "Doesn't she look wonderful?" a voice drew Winston back to the screen, as a figure stood behind Ames. The background was dark, so he was unable to make out the mans face. Just his shoulders down, his hand wresting on Ames's shoulder, his other hand running through her hair as if she were some pet. "I mean she is such a trooper. Stubborn girl to break. You should be proud," the way he said you indicated he was talking to someone in particular. As to who, Winston wasn't sure.

"I mean I should congratulate you. When you pick em you really pick them...Then again...," the mans voice trailed off, as he he leaned down and kept himself level with the side of Ames face, appearing fully from behind. "My sweet Blair is a prime example of that defined picking skills... Wasn't she, Guerrero?"

The mans dark features scowled for a second, before his calm and cool demeanor returned. He caressed Ames's cheek, before nuzzling it with his cheek and smiling. The smile didn't reach his eyes, which were cold and calculating. "Blair was of course prettier and sweeter than miss Ames, but they are both so full of spirit, arn't they?" He licked Ames's neck to her ear, and they could all see the disgust in her weak expression of hatred.

Winston, out of the corner of his eyes, could see the shorter man almost barring his teeth, a sneer of anger and disgust on his lips, his eyes focused on the screen, his jaw clinched and fist clamped. But they were so subtle and to someone who didn't know Guerrero, they would think he was perfectly calm. He was far from it. But keeping up a mask was important to him, and Winston almost felt bad for being able to actually see past it for once.

The man chuckled, before he pushed himself up and away from Ames, his hand continuing to run through her hair. "Did you know she's a screamer?" he asked as if it were a simple, casual, question. "Loud little minx too." Ilsa shuddered and reached for Chances hand and Winston squeezed her shoulder. This was sick.

The image suddenly changed, and Ilsa gave a startled cry and looked away to bury her face against Chance's shoulder. Chance's jaw tightened and Guerrero... Guerrero calmly had his hands on the table and was mashing his teeth together, loud enough to be heard all the way over here. On the screen, Ames was being hit and slapped and touched in a way non of them wanted to see happen to her. Not from some sick man like this.

And yet seeing the fight she continued to unleash, hearing her scream in defiance, brought a small bloom of pride and respect. 'Just keep fighting, kid. Don't let that asshole win,' he silently prayed, as the screen jumped back to Ames and the man sitting in a darkened room... A room that looked annoyingly familiar to him.

"Oh Guerrero you should be so proud of her. She's a strong fighter, she is... But... Every fighter breaks eventually, right?" the man pat Ames on the cheek, before turning back to the camera. "You know I'm glad it was her we got to use. I do feel bad about killing your friend, but miss Ames is proving to be far more entertaining than some ex-cop. Much more fun to play with." Winston scowled and glared at the screen. "I ain't dead yet you animal," Winston growled, as the camera focused out to give a full body shot of the stranger and Ames.

"I think that's enough for them today, right miss Ames? I mean, we don't want to let this episode run to long do we? No no, of course not," he looked at Ames as he spoke, before before turning back to the camera. "You brought all this on her and yourself, Guerrero. My sweet Blair... You ruined her and me. And now I'm going to ruin you and the lovely miss Ames... After I've had some fun of course." He chuckled as if what he had said was funny.

"Until the next episode," and with that, the screen went black, to static, before the disk was spit out. No one said anything. No one moved. They could only stare in horror at the static on the screen.

o0o

Ames was numb. She was numb all over. She'd been kicked and slapped and hurt so many times now it was all starting to mesh into one constant numbing affect on her body. Her body, sickeningly enough, had responded to the mans touch and she had came. She was mortified and sickened by her weakness at the moment. All those years with Silas and Kidahi... Had they been for nothing? Had she really learned and gained nothing after all?

"You know this isn't your fault, miss Ames," Elliot whispered softly,as Ames tilted her head up. He was stratling a chair, using the back to lean on. He was still in his tank-top and had discarded his work pants for jeans and his nice shoes for some tennis-shoes. As always he was a picture of calm pose wise... But his eyes and expression was almost angry. He was deep in thought, seeming lost in his mind.

"You know I had a sister," he suddenly sighed. Ames, unable to talk, was unable to voice her uncaring thoughts on his life story. So she was forced to listen as he continued. "My sister... Sweet little Blair... She was my little sister. I loved her dearly and she loved me. We didn't have the best family. My mother and father were always fighting, you see. Father was cheating on mother. We both knew it and so did mother. But they still stayed together. I never understood why til I was older. They did it for us. For the kids..."

He trailed off and Ames hoped that was the end. But of course it wasn't. "She never married after college. She became a nurse. And me? I went to work at dad and grandpas studio," he gestured around the warehouse. "this is all that's left of it now. It was shut-down three years ago. But we had the best TV shows for awhile. Like right now, you're in the bedroom of the Rooster Buckley."

The Rooster Buckley show! That was why the room looked so familiar. It had been a TV show when she was a teen. Her and Brody would watch it every Saturday night together to laugh at Rooster as he dealt, comedic like, with growing up issues that many kids face. It had ended once the actor who played Rooster got to old for the role of a ten-year-old boy and the replacement wasn't the same.

"Blair liked to come see me at the studio. I meet her first two boyfriends once. I hated them. They were only after one thing from her. And she listened when I told her to leave them... But the last one she wouldn't listen. He was dangerous and vile. I could see it! But she wouldn't listen!" His voice was shaking and he was gripping the back of the chair roughly.

"He would get high a lot. Blair would just excuse that he was going through a tough time. She always wanted to see the good in everyone. Wanted to excuse their wrong doings. She was nineteen and innocent... And he was some twenty-one-year-old loser! She deserved better..." Again he trailed off, and Ames watched as he bit as his fist, drawing a small amount of blood.

"He got so high one night... So fucked up, that he stumbled to her apartment where she was staying for college. He broke down her door and was ranting and raving. She tried to calm him down... And that sick fuck... He hit her! He slammed her in the stomach and face... Her roommate called me and I rushed to her... I wanted to kill him. Seeing her nose busted and her holding herself in pain.. It was disgusting!"

Ames could hear the rage dripping like venom from his lips and through his teeth now. "But even... Even after that she wouldn't leave him! I didn't... I didn't understand. She was so smart and kind and she wanted to stay with this man after what he did!... She finally left him though... Only because that son-of-a-bitch once again was so fucked up that he forced himself on her!"

Elliot was breathing heavily and he pushed himself out of his chair and flung it away. "He hurt her! He broke her! Sh-She wasn't the same... A-And he disappeared after that! Just vanished without trying to say sorry for what he'd done! W-We had to put her in a hospital.. S-She was just gone. Wouldn't eat, had nightmares, and never smiled or laughed..." Elliot was pulling at his hair and pacing now. "She died alone and sad and broken! She took her life in that hospital because the pain finally got to her... And it's all his fault! It's all Guerrero's fault!"

Guerrero... What? Ames felt her eyes widen and her mind come to a sharp halt. Guerrero had done this? That wasn't... She'd never even seen him drink anything with sugar, let alone take any drugs! That couldn't be possible. Elliot seemed to be able to read her mind. "Oh I know you probably think Guerrero would never do something so vile, right?" he walked over to stand infront of her, and lowered his face even with hers.

"How much do you really know about that man. Besides that he has a kid. Oh yeah," he chuckled as she stiffened. "I know all about his kid. His ex-wife and all his little flings. I know where he lives. I know where he has his little meetings. I've been trying to track and watch Guerrero for years now. Since my sister took her life. I watched him for years until my plan was full proof and I could strike. I was originally going to take his wife... But then they divorced... Then I thought of his kid... But that wouldn't have felt the same," he locked eyes with hers. "Then you showed up."

Ames wished she could slam him in his face for how close he was to her now. "You showed up and it all became easy... And then you disappeared. I had to wait another five years, but now... I see waiting has its rewards." His usal calm and cool self returned as he pat her cheek.

"I'll let you rest up for awhile. I wouldn't want you too tired for the next shooting of the next episode of our little show for Guerrero." He pat her head and straightened his form, before casually walking off the set, leaving Ame scold and alone to wonder just why she was such a useful target for Guerrero.

R & R

Not much to say, except Oh look, rating change! Cause the dirty will be back!

Isn't Elliot so... Idk, what word to use... Pathetic and insane just dont cover it, do they? Hurm... What a dude.

Sorry if the torture/attack on Ames comes off as suckish. I'm trying . This is my first fic with something like this happening, so my experience is limited to what I feel sounds right, but that could mean shit ya know? Siiiiiigghhh. Writing. It can be such a pain.

Also a fun note. Archie and Eddie'slast namemeans Hippopatamus in German xD