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~ Chapter Three ~

This time when she woke up she was glad to find herself untied, she had no idea how long she had been there for, she had no idea what the time was. Was it day or night?

She sighs, closing her eyes as she rubbed her wrists, ignoring the aching pain running through her whole body. She was happy to have her clothes on again, pulling up her top a little just in case it showed a little too much.

She could fight them off, she could fight until there was nothing left in her. At least then she could say she tried, even if it doesn't work.

She slowly gets off the bed, walking to the darkest bit in the corner of the room and huddles herself, she wished she was invisible then maybe the pain would go away as well. She put her head in her arms, tears racing down her face as she looked down, how could this happen to her? She was with the FBI, she was strong and she was happy. She had friends, a boyfriend, a family... she had things to look forward to.

She hated being held here like a prisoner, she hated being punished for nothing more than their enjoyment. For being in the wrong place at the wrong time, she had never done anything to them, she didn't think so anyway.

This was undeserved.

Her whole body shook as she thought about her best friends, the people she considered to be family, finding her body. She didn't want everyone to know the horrible details of her death – if it were to happen – she could just imagine it,

"The decrepit body of FBI agent found, beaten and raped."

She couldn't let them go through that, she wouldn't do that to them. It would kill them probably before they could get their hands on the people that managed to do this to her.

She snapped her head up when she heard the door open, soon putting it back down when she remembered her own little game of invisibility.

"There is no point in trying to hide from me, you're home now." She could hear his voice close to her but she didn't say or do anything, realizing she was frozen again. If this was her home then she didn't belong here, she didn't want to be there. Home was where the heart is, and if that is the case then her heart was far from her, it lay with her parents, her friends, it lay with her fiancée. They were her home, not this place. Not this dark, horrible prison.

Suddenly she could feel a cold hand on her arm, moving away from it as quickly as she could, flinching away from the slightest touch.

"Be a good girl." He snarls, his fists clenching when she shook her head and looked away from him, it wasn't supposed to be like this. She was supposed to be curled up, watching a movie and giggling with her husband to be. This wasn't right, this wasn't fair.

She looks at him suddenly, glaring at him as she clenches her fist, ready to attack him. She quickly leaps forward, hitting him as hard as she can, knowing he was the weaker man, weaker than the other two anyway. He was to blame for all of this, they all were.

"Stop it!" She could hear someone cry from upstairs, she hears them running down the stairs but she pretends not to listen, pretending not to care.

"Carl." She looks at the woman, confused, pushing herself off the semi-conscious man. Does this woman even know why she is there? What this man along with his friends, have done to her? Did she even care?

"Told you so." Someone mutters from further across the room, she looked towards them weakly – wondering if they were going to kill her now.

"Let's go get her friends, she needs some company." She shook her head, fear rushing through her body,

"NO!" She screams out,

"Please no!" Tears fall down her face as she sinks down to the floor, sobbing, she had done this. They were going to get her friends, and it was all her fault. She watched as the older man walked towards her, a wide grin on his face,

"Shut up." She shook her head, trying to stand up but receiving a punch to the face before she could even get on her feet.

"Don't hurt them, please." She whimpers, closing her eyes as she tries to think about how selfish she has been, she should have let him do whatever he wanted to do to her and then her friends would be safe. She wouldn't have hurt them as well.

She cries out in frustration when the door is slammed behind them, now her friends were in danger and it was all her fault. She was going to have to live with that for as long as she had left. Which probably, she assumed, wouldn't be too long after that man recovers from the beating. She laughs a little, knowing she would be the first to die, the first to get out of here. She would always have to remember what she had done to her best friends, her family. If they died, if they were hurt, then she would be the only one to blame. Just her.

It would be as though she had killed them herself. She may as well have. She had tried to be clever, but had failed so badly. And now not only would she have to pay with her own life but theirs as well.

This was all just an unfair game which she would never win. Because there is no winning or losing now, there is only losing, and she would always fail. She would always be the one to die, the one who hurt the most. She is the one who will suffer – not them. And now her family was going to be part of this game and they would all lose as well.

She was being punished for a stupid mistake, so she was never going to make another mistake again. Not when it meant putting friends lives in danger. She wasn't going to let them hurt them as well, she won't let it happen.

A/N: The other two are kidnapped next :)

So review and let me know – do you want theirs to be like the prologue? Or do you want to hear it from their POV, when they are telling the one who is already there?

That makes no sense, but I am sure someone will understand.

Please review.

The more reviews, the quicker the upload :)