Three days passed since he got some brute to fuck up Bloodwing. This was the first of what he was planning. Handsome Jack leaned back in his large office chair, content with himself on his latest accomplishment. However, something flitted in the back of his mind. "The girl," he whispered. He remembered her quite well. She was one of the experiments in the Dahl secret labs. Her parents were retired vault hunters that needed to be put down. He rubbed the skin on his face. He knew where they were. Her mother's skin was quite soft and so was she. That night was one of the best he ever had. "I'm not sorry, in fact I hope she enjoyed it. She better have fucking enjoyed every second of it."

I shot out of a light sleep covered in sweat and in tears. Another memory, another heartache.

For the past three days my memories have been coming back slowly. They were fuzzy and unclear, but they were coming back. My head bowed into my knees and I started crying. This was torture, finding out about my life. My parents used to be vault hunters, and Jack wanted them gone. They hid me under the bed and Jack killed them. He fucking just killed them. And then he laughed. He just fucking laughed! Then I spent years of my life training, waiting, and planning; trying to catch smoke in a fog to find him and kill him. The last bit is fuzzy as usual and there were so many holes that a lot of memories simply couldn't come through. Like trying to see in the dark while your eyes tried to adjust but mine were having a hard time seeing.

"Peige?" Mordecai lifted his head slowly from the window perch in the tiny New Haven apartment I stayed in. This was the first time he had been out of Zed's place here where Bloodwing was slowly recuperating."Bad dream...A really bad dream," I shuddered a little. "Wanna talk about it?" Surprised, I cocked my eyebrows. I thought he was joking. After a few seconds of silence, however, I realized he wasn't. "Cai, are you okay?" I got up and went to walk over to him and blushed a little after realizing I was only wearing my black tank top and panties. However, he got up and met me halfway. He got really close to me and I could smell the beer on his breath. Suddenly I gasped at this feeling I got, my heart was beating so loud I knew he had to hear it. Is this...what I think it is? I thought. Heat penetrated my fact as he leaned in and his warm lips kissed my forehead, and then my cheekbone, then my nose. He lingered over my lips and I thought I was going to die. My inner thighs tingled and heat resonated in a place I wish it wouldn't. Then it hit me and I crashed to the floor screaming.

I sat tied up in my cell. After trying to kill Jack I got so close then I was captured. Two guards threw me in here and tied me up and I couldn't break the sheilded metal the braces and chains were made of. I remember Jack coming in a gloating at how I could never beat him. After I spat at him and told him to go fuck himself he smirked and pinned me against the floor. My clothes were torn off and I kept screaming. Nothing really felt real in that moment. No matter how much I fought he was stronger than me and I knew what was coming before it did. His cold fingers found my quivering slit and forced themselves inside. Jack's weight kept me from squirming away. Tears stung my eyes as he cackled and whispered loudly, "A virgin, huh? This is going to be fun"

"Peige! Peige what's wrong?" Mordecai shook me lightly as I came back. "Jack...Jack he...he..." I choked out words through the tears. Everything about me felt filthy and contaminated as I tried to stand. I rubbed my shoulders, quivering and trying to get the snot from pouring out my nose. Pain began to resonate from my groin as I remembered it. Cai pulled out a cloth and held it out to me and I immediately took it and wiped my probably unattractive face.

I couldn't look at him, the hunter I was amazingly attracted to. I never realized it as I guess it usually happens. He sat there opposite of my stiff and worried and I feared the worst. I feared he would reject me or call me a whore or something.

"Peige, what did Jack do to you?" He held out his arms and I hesitantly crawled to him. On the cold dirty floor I fell into him and sobbed. Warmth and comfort wrapped around me as I kept sobbing in his chest and I rubbed my aching thighs. "He hurt you, didn't he?" I nodded. Cai paused and he quietly asked, "He raped you, didn't he?" I nodded slowly, unsure of what he was doing. Fingers ran through my short dark hair and he pulled me tighter. "I would never hurt you, I can't. I can kill anything I want to but I never could hurt you."

This wasn't the Mordecai I met a year ago. I've seen him brutally destroy entire villages of bandits and blow off more heads than I could ever even think about in this lifetime. Somehow, this Mordecai was different; he was human. Not the trigger-happy hunter. Not the vault hunter than defeated the unknown. This was Mordecai under the dirt and blood. Somehow, I loved it and I wanted more of it. Jack didn't matter as I looked up at him. Jack was there when I pulled him in close. Jack wasn't on top of me as our lips met and I fell into a protective embrace. Nothing mattered except this. For the first time ever I saw Mordecai's eyes through his goggles, they were dark and looking right through me and into my inner being. I never wanted to leave this spot, but I knew this moment had to last.

Lilith woke up confused and hung over. The night before she went out to this place called Sanctuary with Roland and Brick to Moxxi's new bar or casino or whatever the fuck she opened. This new place Roland started was pretty nice, but bare from what she could see. Not to many buildings were finished and only a few vending machines and shops were open. Her, Roland, and Brick went with Patricia, the intelligent but crazy field scientist, and basically partied.

The last thing she remembered was drinking and drinking then gambling and drinking some more. She tried to remember more but nothing came. When her vision finally cleared she saw who she was laying on and froze. Roland had his arm around her and she was wrapped around him; they were both naked and sticky and she remembered. They had come here to some place Roland was making into an HQ and they made love in a small room he made for himself. Lillith remembered the wet, sticky, amazing time she had as he took her under the sheets and she realized how much she really loved it. She had always had a thing for Roland but fucking while in a drunken haze was not what she had in mind. He stirred and Lilith sighed. I've seriously fucked up, didn't I?