I found out that I lost my job yesterday…Makes me feel like even more shit being told that I should apply when I'm "better" (aka Migraines with background headache that never goes away so I've never had a pain free day for over a year and a half so far) as if I'll get better. Thanks for the stress, ex-work.

In this chapter Sakura explains everything that happened to her-or does she? Freya stands up for herself and Syaoran listens to Sakura's words. Enjoy!

Freya yanked her arm away from the man that was tying her hands together, attempting to get away but was unable to due to certain circumstances. "Look lady, but it would all just be easier for us if you cooperated." He growled. "Get your filthy hands off me!" she shouted back in his face. He'd already finished tying her hands so she was able to pull them away easily, but was frustrated with what they had put around her wrists-scratchy rope that cut into the skin. She was pushed into a chair by one of the other men who received glares from the young nurse. "Now, now; be gentle with our guest." A voice came from just outside the door of the dark cell. Two different coloured eyes appeared along with the rest of the finely dressed male; Satoshi. "I should have known it was you that was behind this." Freya spat. Satoshi seemed to be mulling the words over in his head, "Hmm, I suppose you could say that." He answered. "How many other girls do you have kept in here agent?" Freya asked icily. "Oh wow! An accusation! But tell me, Miss Freya, how many do you think are being kept in this place?" Satoshi asked, leaning over so that they were eye to eye. Freya looked at him with her deep blue eyes that were full of anger and disgust. "Guessing from walking through the cold dark halls of this shitty place, I'm thinking at least one hundred." Freya answered, glaring at him. "Close, but not quite; this shitty place has only ninety-and to think that it's the smallest of these places." He smirked. "You're sick!" Freya hissed as he walked out of the room, signalling to the men to follow him out.

Yuui sat alone with Sakura in the one room that he had hoped that none of the agents in his team would have to endure-the interrogation room. Syaoran and Kurogane were standing on the opposite side of the glass watching and taking note of the conversation.

Sakura looked at Yuui and smiled, "It's rather ironic that I'm the one sitting in this room and being questioned, isn't it?" she said to her cousin. The blonde smiled back, "It is, but you've done nothing wrong." He said softly. "So basically you need information from me, right?" Sakura looked at her cousin and sighed. "I'd be more comfortable telling Syaoran, even though I know that you and Kurogane would be behind the glass." She smiled. "Please?" Yuui looked at the glass and stood up to walk over to the door, opening and holding the door open for the young doctor. Syaoran walked in as Yuui walked out, "Remember what I was talking to you about the other night?" she asked as he sat down at the table. Syaoran looked into her deep emerald eyes, once again the sadness anguish returning. He nodded, remembering it all-every single detail. "Yuui-I want you to listen very closely." Sakura began, looking straight into Syaoran's eyes.

"So you remember how I talked about how every four years someone died in my family line-how they were all unexplainable or too sudden? Well when I decided to have a bit more of a look that was also around the time I began dating Satoshi." Anger entered her voice as she spoke. Syaoran suddenly felt uneasy, remembering the press conference that was featuring the agent; he remembered how for some reason he automatically hated the agent, distrusted his words and despised his mismatched eyes.

"I do." He answered.

"It was a few days after my birthday when it was our one year anniversary-I had turned twenty. He said he wanted to take me somewhere special, so I gathered my bag with my purse, phone, badge, anything that I felt I needed. Turns out I was completely wrong." Sakura's voice was full of regret and her eyes filled with tears. Syaoran felt himself reaching out to her and placing his hand on top of hers. She looked into his eyes as the tears fell down her face.

"What happened?" Syaoran asked softly. Sakura swallowed hard, working up her voice so that she could speak.

"He said that the place he was going to take me was a secret, and I believed him. We drove for hours, Syaoran, hours; into the mountains. And then he told me that it was just a little further. I was happy to walk with him- after all I was in love. It was when it had been about an hour after we'd begun our walk that I figured out that it wasn't a romantic set up waiting for me, but some type of hell. He forced me in through a bunch of cold dark doors-probably steel doors-and down at least fifty different hallways. Don't get me wrong, I attempted escape the first moment I saw those filthy doors. But there were other men there to 'keep me in line'."

She paused to breathe a little and could feel the warmth from Syaoran's hands. "Your hands are so much kinder than his…" she whispered.

"What do you mean?" Syaoran asked, his voice the same soft tone that he used to comfort her. It was a softness he only used for her. Not even any of his previous patients had known Syaoran's deeper kindness; it was a kindness that Sakura had brought out of him, something even he knew wasn't there.

"His hands were always cold-as if they had no feeling-his eyes were the same; he may have acted nice, but behind those eyes all I saw were cold dark emotions. But you, your hands are kind, loving. Your feelings are genuine, and your eyes are always filled with warmth-a fire that burns passionately, but is kept in control. A fire that has a will to save, not harm. You're the type of person that doesn't get angry often, but when you do it's for a good reason. Satoshi was the opposite." Sakura explained softly.

"I thought there was something suspicious about him…" Syaoran murmured.

"I wish I had known he was a psychotic son of a bitch. After walking through the halls of that place, I was confronted by what he said was the nicest place for me to be; it was a room surrounded by glass walls much like the window behind you. The floor was cold bare concrete and in the middle of the room was a bed with a pillow on it, nothing else-not even sheets. I was shoved in there for a few hours until Satoshi came back. I asked him, "what's going on?" and he shoved me over to the bed where he tore off my clothes and had his way with me. Once he was done, he opened the door. I don't remember much after that. That was the start of my first year of torture. The rest of the torture included chaining me to the bed as I was raped over and over again, sometimes by two or three at a time, and Satoshi was always one of them. Other types included chaining my arms above my head while having me standing and making me dance as they lashed out at me with whips. I was beaten into submission sometimes, and another time I was forced to wear a piece of lingerie and then strip for the rest of the boys outside the window. Some of the torture I went through wasn't even sexual or it was minor-things would be carved into my skin, but the one thing that was carved into me every day for my last year is the wings on my back. I can still feel that blade slicing through my skin. The feeling never goes away."

Syaoran was completely speechless. Everything that had happened to Sakura disgusted him-he had known that some people could get very sick, but not that sick-the people who had screwed Sakura's last five years up were fucked in the mind-they needed to be locked up in a sanatorium.

"Disgusting isn't it?" Sakura smirked, tears still rolling down her face.

"That's horrifying…!" Syaoran managed to get out.

Sakura's eyes widened with surprise. "I know I'm a doctor in the psychological ward at the hospital and I'm a psychiatrist, but not once have I ever come across something like what you've been through. I'm so sorry…"

"Why are you apologising?" Sakura asked, more tears falling down her face.

"No one deserves to go what you've gone through Sakura, no one!" Syaoran answered.

"Why do you cry for me…?" she asked.

Syaoran looked up at the girl sitting across from him, "To be honest I'm not completely sure myself." He smiled.

"There's more…" Sakura whispered.

Syaoran didn't want to have Sakura talk herself through it all again, but her colleagues needed the information and Sakura knew that.

"During the years I was held captive, I was moved around to other locations. Normally I was drugged but even so, I made sure to take in every detail I could that surrounded the place just in case someone had found the location and maybe rescued the other girls and I. I remember when I crossed paths with Tomoyo; it was during one of the earlier years when I was being relocated to another place. I was so surprised, so angry that he'd taken another innocent girl from their peaceful life, but I couldn't bring myself to fight anymore-I'd given up…"

"How did you escape?" Syaoran asked.

"It was when I was being transferred to another underground quarters. Satoshi had raped me in the car on the way there only this time it was more vicious; he bit me and made sure I was in so much pain that I cried and he made me bleed. We got out of the car; he said something about having business to take care of and took off in the car, leaving me with two men to escort me inside. They were really stupid though; they didn't bother to drug me before taking me inside. I'd seen the sign of the hospital quite easily, so I distracted them. I quickly turned, bringing my knee up fast into the first guys' crotch and then then used my foot for the other behind me. Both of them were in so much pain that it gave me the chance to run. I ran as fast as I could to the hospital and the only thing I remember is waking up to a needle in my arm. I freaked out and ripped it out of my arm; in the past five years I'd had hundreds of injections of different drugs and other such things that the memory had scarred me. I'd been away from people for so long that I could no longer trust a single person. All I remember after that is waking up to seeing you."

Syaoran had no idea. He didn't know what to say. The only thing he did know however was that somehow, the recent murders, Sakura and Satoshi were all linked. But how?

Will Sakura ever be safe? Will Syaoran and the others ever find the link? AND HOW DID TOMOYO END UP IN THAT PLACE? Find out next time in SWEET SACRIFICE!

Sorry, had to do that. Anyway, Review? I'll love youuuu! I love anyone who reviews xD