A/N: I have to warn you all, that this chapter may contain content that is graphic and it may be disturbing to some readers. Reader Discretion is advised.

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CHAPTER 25:

"Sit." Erica ordered. Jen took a seat in an old creaky wooden chair. Erica finally set down the gun on the table, pulling the safety on it. She paced in front of Jen, thinking of what to say. "So…by the looks of it, you're about…seven or eight months pregnant?" Erica inquired.

"Yes. I am."

"Hmmm…"

"I'm surprised there aren't little Ericas and Ivans running around considering you have to have been married for at least five years." Erica stopped pacing. Jen knew she struck a nerve. Erica turned and faced Jen, taking a step closer so they were only a foot apart.

"I'm surprised you would say something like that. But I figure you should know, considering you'll be dead in a little while. I'm infertile. Always have been. It was another curse I have along with the scars and loss of my family."

"I see. Well, your brother got himself dead."

"Oh no, that was your little Aussie friend that did that. And if I ever find her, I swear I will cut out her ovaries and hang her in the tree out in the backyard and leave her for the crows." She hissed. Jen bit down on her lip at her cruel words.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes and if I find that husband of yours, I will castrate him in front of you, then shoot him in each limb until he bleeds out on the floor."

"Good thing he's not here." Jen smirked mockingly. She prayed Cooper had seen what had happened and was in the process of rescuing her. She hoped James and Fiona were with him but she had no idea.

"Although, to pass the time until your rescuing party gets here, I think I might test out my new equipment."

"E-equipment?" Jen stammered and gulped. Erica nodded and reached into a cupboard. She pulled out a metal object that looked like something out of a Saw movie. Jen's eyes widened at the sight of it. She had the realisation that this woman standing in front of her was seriously psychopathic.

"Indeed. Well…let's start off with something…oh I don't know…simple. A whip?" Jen grimaced at the sight of the long leather whip coiled in Erica's rough hands. She cracked it and Jen tensed up. Erica stood behind her, binding her to the chair. She cracked it again, and then it hit Jen just above her left shoulder. She bent forward in pain, but she couldn't do nothing more than sit there and take it. Again and again, she was lashed. Jen however had a fairly high pain tolerance and soon enough the welts on her back were nothing more than numb. Erica soon got tired of the whip and set it down. She grabbed the revolver off the table. "I can't seem to get any satisfaction out of this anymore. I keep bugging Ivan to get us some medieval torture devices, but he's been too busy. Although…I do have one more thing." Erica reached behind her again into the cupboard and pulled out a scabbard for a large knife. She unsheathed it slowly, the glint of the light reflected off of it. It reminded Jen of the knife Rambo had in the movies. It was a scary blade, at least twelve to thirteen inches long and about three inches across. Jen felt herself shaking at the sight of it. "You know, if I can't have a child…then you shouldn't be able to either." Erica whispered, twisting the blade around in her hands. Jen felt tears building up in her eyes. She knew she was going to die, and it wasn't going to be a fast death either. She almost wished that if she was going to be killed that it would just be a bullet to the head.

"Please…Please…don't do what I think what you're going to do." Jen whimpered. Erica looked at her from across the table. "Please…I beg of you."

"Jennifer Mui…begging? This is new." Erica laughed. She walked behind Jen and cut her binds with the blade. Jen rubbed her wrists as tears fell in multitudes from her eyes.

"Erica…I…this is…please…I'll do anything…kill me if you must, but please…do it quickly." She sobbed.

"Quickly is not my style. However…I do have a soul as it may not seem. I'll save the knife…for your husband that is." Erica growled, sheathing the blade again. Then she picked up the revolver once more. "You know, you and I are quite alike. We both had rich, divorced parents. We're both English for the most part. I may not have been a mercenary but my brother was and he knew you as did I. It's a shame you never stayed with him. He would have married you, he told me so. Then he almost got blown up by a car bomb."

"I thought he was dead. I couldn't let that grieve me to the point that I couldn't do my job." Jen mumbled. She kept talking in the slight hope that help would soon arrive and that her death would be prolonged.

"And then he came back, scarred but he still loved you. But you had moved on."

"I did…I did that because I thought he was dead." Jen replied.

"Hmmm I see how it is." Erica played with the gun some more, spinning the chamber. Jen heard a slight noise upstairs. She was sure Erica didn't hear it, but it gave Jen a slight hope that maybe, just maybe, she would live through this.