Eames and Arthur drove me back to my apartment in a mysteriously obtained black sedan. It was getting very late and it was starting to rain so I said my quick goodbyes and entered my apartment. I took of the hat and sunglasses and threw them across my living room table. Upon realizing that I left my purse in the sedan I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed Arthur's temporary number. I sat on a stool by my kitchen counter and mindlessly looked over the many pictures I had set on the counter when I first moved in while the phone rang.

On the third ring Arthur picked up, "Hello?"

"Hey Arthur, I just realized I left my purse in the sedan, can you come back so I can get it?"

"Sure, we'll be there in ten minutes!"

"Thanks~" Suddenly I was cut off by arms wrapping tightly around my neck. I managed to choke out, "Help," before I was thrown painfully down to the hard wood floor. Vases and pictures shattered when they hit the floor and glass was strewn everywhere as I tried to loosen the intruders grip around my neck. He gave up on choking me and pushed me roughly to the floor.

The intruder stood over me with a gray ski mask on. I quickly stood up and tried to punch at him, but he expertly caught my arm and twisted behind my back painfully. He grabbed the back of my blue pin stripped blouse and I jerked forward, trying to break free of his tight grasp. To my surprise, the blouse tore and the intruder ripped the blouse off the rest of the way and let it flutter to the ground, leaving me in my gray tank-top. Now I started to kick at the intruder but he flung his body weight forward, knocking me to the ground where bits of glass dug painfully into my back and arms.

Before I could crawl away, the intruder sank heavily down on me, straddling me. His breaths came quick as he slowly took off his mask. To my horror and surprise, it was Strauss, staring at me hungrily with his piercing blue eyes. Part of me registered that maybe he still thought I was French, so I yelled out desperately, "Lachez-moi!" (Get off me)

He chuckled evilly and said, "You're mine now." His voice was very gruff. He smelled very strongly of cologne and alcohol.

The other part of me registered that I hadn't screamed yet and now would be a good time to scream. So I did. I screamed as I threw punches at him. A few of my punches caught him across the face, leaving him with a bloody nose and a few bruises. I tried to kick him, but since he was straddling my hips, my legs were immobilized. I fought some more and I wriggled my legs in a position where I could kick him. I brought my leg forcefully up in between his legs. He cried out in pain and rolled sideways off of me. While I had the chance I scrambled to my phone that somehow was thrown across the room and was lying by the wall. I was only one inch away from reaching my phone, but then I felt a sweaty hand clamp down on my ankle. He pulled me back and straddled me again. To my despair he pulled out a roll of duct tape.

Before I could stop him, he flipped me over onto my stomach where glass dug into my stomach. He yanked my arms behind my back and tied them together tightly with duct tape. My breath quickened to the point of hyperventilation as panic gripped me, I was defenseless. I cried out when Strauss flipped me over again and leaned close to me. His hot breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine. His cracked lips brushed over my neck and collarbone and I tried to wiggle away but his arms held me in place like iron bars, his fingers dug into my shoulders.

I prayed Arthur and Eames would come. They were my only hope. Strauss now was slowly lifting up my tank-top and I whispered desperately, "No, please don't. Arthur, Eames, aidez-moi!" (Help me)

Break

Arthur sped down the streets of Paris after we got Ariadne's frantic phone call. Once we got to her apartment building, we rushed up to her apartment and broke down the door. The first thing I saw was Ariadne on the floor with Strauss on top of her with his hands lifting up her shirt, exposing her stomach. Anger surged up inside me and then I pounced on Strauss like a jungle cat, tackling him off of her onto the ground.

Arthur already was taking the duct tape off of her wrists and he slung his jacket around her shoulders gently. Arthur led her quickly out of the apartment, practically carrying her, but I caught her glance as she walked out shaking: she looked stricken and traumatized. Arthur stopped at the threshold and said, "Take care of him, Eames. Don't kill him, just take care of him."

I nodded curtly and watched as Arthur led the trembling Ariadne down to the car. I turned toward Strauss and spat bitterly, "You bastard. You'll regret what you've done," I slowly raised my gun and cocked it.

AN: There should be at least one more chapter after this! Again, I do not own Inception or any of its characters. Sorry this is kind of short. Please review!