Author's Note: Firstly I need to apologize – it has been forever since I updated! I will do better at updating more frequently! I am so sorry to all my lovely readers! I hope this chappie (and the one I have already begun writing for my next update!) Will make up for my horribleness (and for how short these chappies have been! I usually write longer chapters…hmmm. I'll work on that too.) So this chapter got away from me just a bit. I had a plan for it but then things started happening and it got slightly out of hand. This chapter has brought my story up to a definite rate of T and I know that future chapters will likely get us into the 'M' range-but I'll warn you before that happens so you can all be sure of changing your settings before we get there! This chapter describes someone masturbating and describing a fantasy of his, so if you don't want to read that-stop at the disclaimer later on in the chapter. (I promise I'll warn you!) I hope you enjoy and as always-I am trying to improve my writing so reviews are very much appreciated!

-Phryne-

God, but everything hurt. My skin was so dry I could feel where it cracked and crusted, failing to keep everything that was supposed to stay outside out and inside in. Blood dripped from the torn edges of broken skin on my wrists and ankles while dust settled painfully into the crevices my now papyrus thin skin had opened up from a lack of moisture. The muscles in my shoulders felt as though a low burning fire had spread through them. My arms were tied back, supporting most of my weight. Had been for what felt like a week but was likely only a day or two if my sleeping habits were anything to judge by. They'd been tied in front of my when I'd first arrived here, but of course I had never been one to simply sit around, a damsel in distress, while I waited for a prince to come and save me. (Not that I didn't have a prince, in fact there was one particular gentleman who was rather good at saving the day and rescuing the damsel's of Victoria, or at the very least bringing their transgressors to justice, but in any event, I rather enjoyed playing my own hero.) I had made my run towards my escape but there were more men then I'd assumed and I had been outnumbered and outgunned. (Quite literally, the bastards had taken my gun.) Now they had tied me up in a way that even my proclivities for escape tricks couldn't surpass. A number of my possessions had been stolen, some I was far more upset over than others. My pistol and dagger for one. My lack of defensive weaponry made me feel vulnerable and dampened my hopefulness. My shoes they had taken but for that I could only rejoice. Any weight not held upright by my aching shoulders and arms rested upon my feet, and even I wouldn't like to be standing about in heels for days on end. I had been relieved of my jewelry, most of which I couldn't be bothered to miss. However there was a certain swallow shaped pin that my heart ached over when I could spare the energy.

"Look at that beaut'." His rough and tumble voice was surprisingly high. When I'd first laid eyes on the overweight, sweaty man, (whom I had nicknamed Pots due to his stacked countenance and rusty resemblance to the cooking device and as I found myself needing something to refer to him as, I hadn't caught his name) I had imagined his voice to be much lower, filled with gravel and gruff scorn. But despite its tenor lightness, Pots' voice was still cold and dark enough to give me the kind of chills that didn't go away with a change in the breeze. "Lil' Miss Honorable, trussed up like a stuffed goose, ready for a man to take a taste." I shivered, my jaw clenching, biting back a retort. I'd learned early on that talking back to this one was not only exactly what he wanted from me, but would also earn me a slap across the cheek and a leering grin that set me on edge. "And who knows, I just might, take a taste that is. Word around town is that I wouldn't be the first, no, no. Not by a long shot, from what I hear."

(A/N: If you don't want to read about some masturbation rape-description stuff, stop here.)

He was touching himself through his grungy clothing and I could feel bile rising in my throat at the thought of this ignoramus cretin getting anywhere near me in that manner. "Lucky for you little lady, the boss says I'm not to take so much as a peek under those skirts of yours let alone get to sample the goods." My hands were shaking now, making the rope that tied them together rub across my wrists, now screaming in pain.

"What else does your boss say?" I asked, needing to learn everything I could about this person who had me taken prisoner.

"Says he's got plans for you. Say's He knows just what he'll do to you from now 'til the moment your neck gets slit open." This seemed to excite Pots even more than the thought of raping me had and his hand against his trousers sped up along with his breathing. He was panting now and I bit my tongue to keep from screaming in disgust and hopeless fury. "Maybe before we spill your blood he'll let me at you. Pull up those skirts of yours and make you scream and cry as I pound you harder than you've ever been had. I will stretch out that little cunt of yours. Tear you up. Make you bleed. And after I've had my way I will reach down, pull your head back by that pretty black hair of yours, and slit your throat, spilling you clean, watching the light drain from your eyes." That put him over the edge, and Pots came hard in his trousers. He leaned back against the walls and waited out whatever high that disgusting act had given him.

Then, as quickly as he'd arrived in my torture chambers, he left, without a word, leaving me to cry myself back into a blissful sleep. A sleep where I imagined myself away from this horrid place. A sleep where I watched as my darling best friend helped my daughter with her homework one lazy afternoon. A sleep where after they were finished he would walk to me and wrap me in his arms and make me feel safe in a way that I hadn't since before a war ripped the world apart. A sleep where his eyes would look at me and make me feel like I was the only girl in the entire world. A sleep where my best friend loved me like I loved him.

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I will get you an update soon and I wanted to thank everyone for the amazing reviews! You all brought up some great points that I will be working with when I write Jack's next scene!