Hey guys, thanks for popping in. Exams are killing me DX so it's a miracle I got this out. This next chapter is gonna be rated M, so if people were looking forward to it here you go! There are triggers so people who are set off by more then what was in Saints Row should skip.

Disclaimer: Saints Row and it's related material are owned by Volition. Orignal characters and concepts are my intellectual property.

Killbane returned a few hours later. I was asleep, and was only able to hear him come in and pick me up, putting me in his lap. He chuckled darkly and slipped his hand under my shirt. "I've been waiting for you all day," he rumbled.

I was too tired to deal with his advances. I arched away wanting to get under the covers. He kept a strong grip on my hip as he undid the bonds and gag. His fingers went to my throat, pressing in. "Please let me sleep," I begged.

He laughed. "You've been sleeping all day," he laid me down on the bed, "but I'll be gentle."

My body suddenly stiffened when I realized what he was about to do. He settled on top of me, pinning me to the sheets. I arched back to try to keep him away from me, even though it would be pointless. He grabbed my arms suddenly and painfully, bruises already forming. God it was like being at home. But the kiss was new, he pressed his lips to mine in an attempt to gentle me. It worked, I could feel my body relax, making him believe I wanted him. Traitorous.

He dragged one hand up to cup my face gently. He looked at me sweetly, almost lovingly. "I'm not asking too much. I'll give you whatever you want and all you have to do is be loyal to me, be my whore. You'll be a princess, a queen."

"Eddie, I-"

His face contorted into rage. The hand went to my throat, making me see black from lack of oxygen. "Don't call me that! I'm Killbane, only Killbane!"

I squeaked and nodded as best as I could. He moved to grab my slacks and panties. I gasped as he pulled them down, running his hand over my flesh. I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel good, but it wasn't as good as Angel. The memory of that night made me smile, made me forget, made me allow his best friend to pull his pants down and plow inside of me. I nearly screamed from how much it stung. I had to escape, had to pretend this wasn't happening. Suddenly, it was Angel who was fucking me. His hands gripped hard into my hips, teeth bit into my chest, and he was slamming my body into the headboard. My inner walls tore, sending a fresh wave of agony with every thrust. I became slick which took away some of the pain.

He paid no attention to this, or anything, except slamming into me. His grunts became louder and gruffer. I moaned and kept my eyes closed. It felt sickening, I shouldn't enjoy being raped, being defiled by the man who hurt so many. But I did anyway. Tension built up in my core to send me into a raging orgasm. I screamed and relaxed into the bed, allowing him to follow and collapse on top of me.

Sunlight pierced the dark behind my eyelids, making me sit up. Cramps shot up my body in a wicked jolt. Memories of last night came flooding back into my mind. Horrible numbness went through me and made me curl my arms into my equally bruised sides. I didn't want to count the marks left behind, there seemed to be more now then there were when I passed out. But seeing them made the fact I had been raped cement into my mind, and I had enjoyed it of all things.

I flopped back down on the bed. I was scum, a whore, a harlot, for letting that happen and accepting it openly. The cold air brushed over me, making me want to curl up under the covers and sleep for eternity. But I couldn't, I needed to find a way out of here.

I slipped out of bed and went to the dresser to find some clothes since my old ones were nowhere to be found. There was every kind of lingerie you could think of, an all in my size too, but no pants long enough to cover my ass. I picked up a pair of panties with white stains on the inside in disgust, it'd been used. There were some shorts that seemed to fit and a green crop top. I slipped them on and stepped into the hallway.

"Sis!" Matt yelled and grabbed me from behind. He buried his face into my back, "What're ya doing here?"

"Basically being kidnapped. What are you doing here?"

He sighed, "Mr. Loren sent me here to help Killbane get the Saints."

I turned to him, "We need to get out of here."

Matt put his hand to his mouth as his eyes widened in shock, "What the hell happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

He grabbed my wrists, "What happened?"

"Killbane happened."

He grimaced, "Disgusting."

"I don't have a choice," I reasoned, "he'll hunt me down anyway."

"I won't let him."

"Matt, I can take care of myself."

"We need to get you out of here," he started to drag me down the hallway.

"How?"

"I'll find a way, I have some men who can take you away."

"Your Deckers? I remember you promised that you wouldn't form the gang." I knew of course that he had developed it far more in my absence, it hurt but I couldn't blame him. He needed to get away from Dad however he could.

"I'll find a way."

We got to the bar and sat down on the counter. "You're too young to be in here you know," I commented.

He sneered, "I'm not buying."

"Whatever," I raised a hand for the bartender and he slid a glass my way.

Matt watched me but looked away, "The Runners have been a pain in my arse."

I nearly hacked up my drink, but managed to gain composure. "Why?"

"They keep cutting in on the blackmail racket. Everyone knows that's my gig."

I had to tell him. If he knew, maybe he could help me escape. "Well, I think they'll be weakened for a while."

Merriment sparkled in his eyes as he turned to me, "Really?"

"Yeah, their leader is being held hostage by Killbane."

"Awesome!" He chirped.

I sighed heavily, "He raped her last night and she has the initials Serena Miller."

Merriment vanished from his eyes in a instant to be replaced by realization, "You?"

I nodded slowly.

"Why?"

"Like you, I needed a way to get away from dad."

"I guess we both got damned to this life."

"Yeah."

A silence passed between us before Killbane charged in. He shot me a wicked look. "What the hell?" was all Matt could get out before he grabbed him and started dragging him out.

"Hey!" I followed behind them in a brisk walk. They walked to the conference room in back and slammed the door in my face.

"Are you going to let us through or just stand there?" I turned. Viola and Kiki stood glaring at me. They looked like they'd been through a war, their clothes were tattered and blood marred their faces. The door opened for them and they stepped inside, the door slammed again.

Killbane's voice sounded through the door. "Ladies and gentleman, Philippe is dead."

"Oh god," I gasped.

"And we are at a crossroads. And the question is, who gets to lead the Syndicate into a new era?"

Please not Killbane, I prayed. Anyone but him.

Matt spoke up timidly, "Viola and Kiki were Mister Loren's right hands maybe they could-" He was cut off by a crash and a thump, giving off a pained moan.

"I had someone else in mind," Killbane rumbled.

"Excuse me?" Viola sneered.

My phone started buzzing, making the conversation inside halt. I bolted down the hallway before the door opened and upstairs to the room. I yanked the phone out of my pocket.

"Boss, where are you?" Darcy demanded.

"Three Count and that was probably the worst possible time to call!"

"Listen, Killbane sent some Luchadores to some abandoned building in Bridgeport."

"So?"

"It's where Angel was holed up. We found him!"

That news tangled with Philippe's death, but completely erased it. I grinned ear to ear despite it all.

"But the Saints got him!"

My joy was shattered as quickly as it'd been created. "What?"

"The Saints took him to their penthouse."

"Well find him!"

Something thudded behind me. The phone was yanked from my hand followed by a loud crack. "Angel, huh?" Killbane stated in a calm tone.

I turned to face him. He loomed over me with rage radiating off of his body. I put my hands in front of me, "Killbane, I-"

He roared and grabbed my arms painfully, then led me into the room. "I'm stressed, need to unwind," he growled before pinning me to the bed again.

It was impossible to pretend it was someone else while I could see him clearly. My bruises protested as he yanked my shorts and panties down. I needed to stall this for as long as I could. "Why are you stressed? You got what you wanted didn't you?"

"That means nothing if the Saints take it away from me!"

Get him to warm up to me. "They won't," I said firmly, "the Syndicate, now you, own this town. There's nowhere for them to hide."

Maybe that'll stop it. He smiled suddenly, "Serena."

I smiled back, not because of that but because he was like the friend I knew again.

"But you know about me taking over?"

My throat suddenly went dry.

"So you were listening in," he said with satisfaction.

I couldn't say anything.

"That means I'll have to punish you," he purred before thrusting inside me. I kept the screams and cries at bay, howling inside me. It protected against the pain of unhealed wounds, even as I tore again. God help me.

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