Author's Warning: BRUTALITY/RAPE WARNING! This chapter is going be harsh and violent! If you don't like it, don't read it! Save yourself a flame later! I told you it was an 'M' rating for a good reason!!– Sorsha

Sarah stood in her tent, completely alone and isolated from the rest of the camp. She had succeeded in completely cutting herself off from everyone who could have helped her. Now, all she had was Frank; and that was a horrible thought. Even more horrible than she could imagine.

Frank swaggered back from the operating tent, a smug smile spread across his thin, cruel mouth. He'd show that idiot Hawkeye and his slut of an ex exactly how much of a man he was. It thrilled him to see how hurt and upset both Hawkeye and Margaret were from his actions. He didn't actually care about Sarah and fully intended to tell the MPs about her dealings no matter what, she was breaking the rules and a freak to begin with. However, she had her uses and Frank was having far too much fun playing with her. At least Hawkeye would never want her now. Silly little whore.

Pushing open the door to the VIP tent, Frank sighed and smiled at his terrified prisoner. "Honey, I'm home!" He chortled and strode over to her, caressing his hand up her thigh. "No hard feelings about what happened in the OR today, hmm?" He grinned nastily and ground against her roughly. "Well, semi-hard perhaps…"

Nausea swept through Sarah as Frank ground into her hips, she felt as though she were going to be sick. "Hold it together, Marlowe" thought Sarah. "Be strong. Just remember the alternative. You can do this, solider!" Sarah smiled back, swallowing her bile. "Yes sir, Major Burns. Anything you wish."

Frank leaned close to her. "Oh, I already know that part, Sarah, I am just making sure you remember who is in charge here." He captured her mouth under his as he kissed her noisily and harshly. Sarah kissed him back, playing along.

Breathing hard, Frank broke the kiss and growled. "Enough playing around." He grabbed the edge of Sarah's tee shirt and ripped it off over her head. Sarah just froze and allowed him to remove her shirt.

"No…" Sarah's stomach turned to ice. "Not even Frank was that sick. He wouldn't make her…He couldn't…"

Tearing her bra from her shoulders, Frank lowered his mouth to her shoulder, roughly claiming her from shoulder to her breast. Sarah squirmed at this and pulled back. "NO!" She was held fast in Frank's grasp. "You can't be serious! I did what you wanted!"

Frank grabbed her throat roughly and pulled her to him. "And now I want more." He tittered at the fear on her face. "What are you going to do? Who is going to help you now? After what you did to Margaret, BJ or poor, trusting Hawke-"

Sarah's fist cracked across Frank's face before he could finish his comment. "Don't you dare, Burns!" Sarah growled at Frank, tearing his hand from her throat as he was caught surprised by her punch. "Don't you EVER fucking say his name! You don't have the right. You'll never be in the same league as Hawkeye. You're nothing but a pitiful, bullying pig!"

The back of Frank's hand slammed into Sarah's mouth, sending her head and body back onto the bed. She felt her teeth cut deeply into her upper lip, showering the bed with a gush of blood. Her head slammed hard onto one of the wooden support beams of the tent. Laying dazed on the bed, Sarah tried to focus as Frank leaned over her narrowing his eyes and gripping her short hair in his fist.

"Now." Said Frank, dangerously calm. "Why don't we try that again. Cause I could have sworn you just assaulted a superior officer. You are building up quite the list of offences…And won't your daddy just LOVE that." His eye glittered. "So, how about just staying quiet and letting me have my fun? Hmm?"

Tears oozed from the corner of her eyes as Sarah looked up at Frank. She was completely at his mercy. She nodded and winced as pain stabbed through her head from the sharp hit she gave it from the fall.

Frank grinned, pinning Sarah with one hand on her throat. He reached to her bedside table for a surplus facecloth. Rubbing it sharply over her face, making her shriek in muffled pain, he wiped away the blood from her mouth. "Messy little bitch, aren't you?" He held it hard to her face to ebb the bleeding. "That'll have to do for now. I'm through waiting."

Tossing the facecloth aside, Frank reached down to his pants and undid his pants, making sure to keep Sarah pinned to the bed. He pulled his erection free and then began to pull her pant's off her prone, terrified form. "Please…" Sarah wheezed, breathless from the grip on her throat. "Frank..No!"

Frank slid her panties off and looked into her eyes deeply. "I told you already…" As he thrust hard into her. "I. Am. Having. My. Fun." Punctuating each word with a brutal stroke.

Sarah couldn't stop him and it disgusted her. He sawed and bucked into her, coming to his own climax quickly. She just lay back and was used by him.

When he was finished, Frank grinned satisfied and leaned down. "Thanks for the fun, Marlowe." He kissed her hard and fast, breaking open the wound on her lip. "Remember, Sarah. You tell anyone about this, and you'll be in the stockade within 48 hours. And what do you think'll happen to you then? It'll make this look like a picnic." With that, Frank stood up and slid on his pants, doing them up. Winking at Sarah, he exited the tent whistling to himself.

Sarah sat up, bruised and bleeding. She looked down at herself and started to cry softly. Everything she had fought for. Everything she had said about woman's rights and liberties. Everything she had broke the rules for. What did it mean now? She was being used and blackmailed. And there was nothing she could do about it. Sarah stood up slowly and painfully, covering her naked, bloody body as best she could. Then turning, she threw up on the floor of the tent.

Once she had finished, she cleaned herself and the vomit up. Wrapping herself in her towel, she curled up on the bed. Not sleeping. Just waiting. She needed a plan. Luckily, she wouldn't have to wait long at all.