(So sorry everyone. This will be the last chapter. This will not have a happy ending, please be warned. I apologize for keeping ya'll waiting, it's been insane 'round here. Thank all of for you for being so patient! Also, this will be longer than the rest of the entries.)

Bloodied fingers grasped the doorknob, and with one last cautious look over her shoulder she open the door to her freedom. A rush of wind enveloped her battered body and she had to raise an arm to shield her sleepy eyes from the dazzling sunlight. A flood of emotion overtook her and she began to sob, leaning against the frame of her front door. She was awake. Bruised, violated, hurt, and angry…but awake and alive. Finally realizing she was standing in her doorway naked, she allowed herself to laugh. Out loud. The sound was magical and she reveled in it. It'd been far too long since she'd laughed. Finally, at the behest of her neighbors that didn't find anything about the situation funny, she ducked back inside and closed and locked the door.

Deciding it'd be best to wash this dried blood from her body before her mom came home for her post-party nap, she trudged up the stairs slowly, every muscle in her body screaming in protest. It all seemed like a dream now. The man in the hat and the sweater with the glove…she'd say he wasn't real if it weren't for the scars on her skin and the ache in her bones. Opening her bedroom door, she couldn't stop a gasp the sight elicited from her. The room looked like a murder scene; blood on her sheets, her clothes torn to shreds, and splatter from the blades covered the walls. Well, she was too sore to do anything about it now. Right now she needed a shower.

Warming the water and stepping in, she allowed the warmth to permeate every fiber of her being. The water ran red with blood as she washed her traumatized skin. Eventually she was clean, and after lingering a little while longer she stepped out and dried off. Dressing in simple jeans and a tank-top she trotted back downstairs to find something to eat. Those Oreos had given out hours ago. Placing a hand on her grumbling stomach and walking into the expansive pantry, looking for something she didn't have to cook.

Finally she decided on a peanut butter and jelly and grabbed the bread and peanut butter from the shelf, and had turned on her heels to leave when the door slammed shut in front of her. Placing the food on the floor, she grabbed the doorknob and began to twist it violently. No no no no…not this again. She was awake. She was alive. She was free. Instantly tears sprang to her eyes and spilled over as she ran her shoulder into the door, pulling and tugging on the knob. This just had to be some freak accident. Surely the vacuum seal would let go any moment and she'd go flying into the back of the pantry.

Until she heard his voice.

"You didn't really think I was going to let you go, did you?"

Her blood ran cold as she felt his blades lightly dance on her arm, causing the hair to stand up. This couldn't be happening. Slowly she turned around until she was face to face with her tormentor. Her rapist.

"I'm getting really tired of waiting for you. After all, our first encounter went so well…"

He was closer than she'd expected. When she'd turned, she almost touched him. When he spoke she could feel his breath on her skin. His free hand grabbed her naked arm, and his blades played with the flimsy material of her tank-top that covered her stomach. He pulled her close, as close as 'humanly' possible and tightened his grip painfully so. Dropping his voice to something barely over a whisper…he grinned.

"Join me. Though, it isn't like you have much of a choice…"

And he slowly plunged his blades into her belly.

"JOIN ME BITCH! Come. Let me have you. All of you. Body AND soul!"

The blades went deeper and her screams got louder. Her blood soaked the plastic that covered the loaf of bread that rested on the floor.

"Yes…yes that's it. Scream for me. DIE WHORE. DIE!"

Blood covered the door, her jeans, their feet and his slacks. Her vision blurred then went black as she lost consciousness. Slowly she slipped from reality. Slowly she felt her soul escape and she didn't have the strength to claw at it, to pull it back where it belonged.

He retracted his blades and she fell lifelessly at his feet. Licking his blades clean with a satisfied smirk, he opened the door, threw her body over his shoulder and walked out into the dazzling sunlight.