Caitlin opened her eyes, the one that wasn't almost swollen shut, and realized her head was laying on Jax's lap in the same room they had been brought to upon their arrival. Jax's hand rested on her hair protectively. Even if she had wanted to sit up, she knew she didn't have the strength to, exhausted from the beating she had endured. She shifted her head enough to look up at Jax who she imagined, as she couldn't see her face or skin, was just as banged up as she was.

"You're awake," she heard him say.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" she asked as he started to caress her hair with his tied hands.

"When you passed out, I thought you were gone," he said his eyes fixated on her. "I was relieved when they took us down and brought us over here as I could finally see you were alive." He took in a deep breath than exhaled. "But that also means that they'll come back for more."

He shifted slightly and winced.

"How bad is it?" she asked wanting to know how he was.

"Don't worry, I'm OK."

"Yeah, until they start using other things than knuckles," replied Chibs from across the room.

Caitlin turned her head to look at him and saw that his eyebrow had been split open and blood had started to dry and clot. Even if she didn't answer him, she knew that they could hurt them with more painful methods, and she couldn't bear to think about it.

"What happened when they took you out of the room?" asked Jax.

"Nothing," she answered, but he was no fool.

"Cat, tell me."

"They man at the head of this, told me that he had been tasked with getting rid of the Sons."

Jax and Chibs exchanged glances as it meant that Caitlin had been taken because she had been with them.

"If it's us they want," said Jax, "why are they keeping you here?"

"Because I know they took you and I'd probably go to the cops. He's hoping to get Miguel to pay for my release, and I guess my silence."

"I guess being married to a wealthy drug lord has its perks," sneered Chibs.

She ignored his comment, not having the strength to argue back. She then brought her fingers to her lips and groaned slightly as they were swollen, split open and painful. Gone were the soft lips she used to kiss Miguel with. Even if she knew Miguel would pay off this son of a bitch, there was no guarantee that they would hand her over, even if it was what they had said they would do.

She looked up at Jax and dug her eyes in his. "They're going to kill you."

"I don't want you to worry about me, the most important thing is that you make it out of here alive."

"I can't lose you," she said as she started to cry. "I've already lost our father; I can't lose you too."

"Well, then maybe your husband could pay for all of us," slithered Chibs.

Jax shot him a menacing look.

"You don't think I tried!" yelled Caitlin through the tears. "I may hate you, but it doesn't mean that I want either one of you to die. No one should have to die at the hands of these scumbags."

The door flung open allowing for Weston and the others to walk inside. This time, Caitlin didn't have the energy to cower away from them and she didn't want to, feeling safe in Jax's arms, even if it was going to be short lived.

"Take these two, already" said Weston as he pointed to Jax and Chibs, "I'll be out with her in a few minutes."

They removed Caitlin off Jax and lifted him and Chibs from the floor then toward the door.

"What are you going to do to her?" asked Jax as he turned his head back toward Weston who had knelt in front of Caitlin, now slumped against the wall.

One of the guys kicked him in the knee, sending him crashing to the ground screaming in pain. As Weston walked over to the door to close it, two men grabbed Jax by the arms and dragged him away.

"It's time we got a message out to your husband," said Weston as he took his phone out and handed her a piece of paper.

She held the paper in her restrained hands and brought it up to her face so that she could read it better.

Between two punches to his side, Jax saw Weston and Cat walk out of the room. He led her to a wooden table where three guys were waiting. She wriggled against his strong hold, not wanting to find out what he was going to do her, but it was useless. Seeing that she wasn't going to lay down on the table willingly, he lifted her and, unlike Miguel's tender way of laying her down on the mattress of their bed, forcefully dumped her on it, her head and entire body slamming brutally against it.

One of the guys grabbed her ankles securing them down with his hands while the other one placed himself at the head of the board, lifting her arms, straight out, behind her head. She lifted her head as she heard Chibs howl in pain and saw that he had a knife wedged just beneath his clavicle, blood soaking his white t-shirt. She shot a glance at Jax who was unconscious, head hanging.

"Jackson!" she screamed out.

"Wake him up," said Weston to the guy who had rendered Jax unconscious. "I want him to see what I'm going to do to his sister," a wicked smirk on his face.

"I'm going to cut you to pieces and feed you to the rats and cockroaches," said Chibs.

Weston narrowed his eyes as he walked toward Chibs. "I'm untouchable," said Weston.

"That's because you're a fucking coward. Fight me like a man and I'll kill you before you can count to 2."

Weston threw his head back and laughed. "This is not a duel, it's an execution." He pulled out the knife from where it was wedged, and stabbed Chibs in the abdomen. Chibs sputtered saliva from the pain just as Jax came to. Weston returned to the table and nodded at the third guy, who held firmly in a place, a cotton rag over Caitlin's nose and mouth.

Weston grabbed a big bucket full of water and slowly doused the rag with its contents. At first Caitlin was able to hold her breath, but very quickly, lacking oxygen, she had no choice but to open her mouth, breathing in and swallowing the unending quantity of water.

Jax wrestled helplessly against the restraints as Caitlin made gurgling sounds, chocking on the water. Once the bucket was empty, the guy removed the rag as Caitlin expelled spews of water. Weston grabbed her by the hair and flexed her head, helping her clear out her airway, panting. When he lowered her head, he took another bucket, and they reiterated her torture. After a third bucket, Weston tossed it aside while Caitlin fought to not drown, gushing out the water. Jax watched as she laid there, eyes closed, soaking wet, her chest rising quickly and panting, desperate to fill her body with oxygen.