(OOC:I'm still working on Vindictive Jury,b ut this one just came tome as I was watching CM tonight. It's from the point of view of the victim.)

"You know you want it." His voice sounded harsh and deep in my ears.

Everything was dark. I wanted to open my eyes, but I was afraid. I felt the tightness his hands around my wrists. A rough raw feeling as if something was being tied around them. The only senstation I feel is the cool wetness of my tears on my face. I am shaking. Terrified. My children's faces flash in my head. My twin beautiful girls Violet and Sunny-Rae. Will I ever see them again? Who would take care of them? They're just 2 years old. I offer a silent prayer to God. ~Please, dear God, keep them safe. Help me!~ But my words go unheard.

"Don't worry, baby, it will all be over soon."

My captor is leaning against me. I try to scream but he ties a rope around my mouth. Covers my eyes with a black cloth. Tight, oh so, tight, I'm sure I'll go blind. My heart is racing. Is anyone looking for me? I met this man on the streets. My car over heated and I thought he would help me. Helped himself to me. Drugged me. Dragged me to some place beyond the city.

(TBC.....)

All the things your parents warned you about. Don't go off by yourself at night. Stay where there are people around. Carry mace with you. Alot of good that little black bottle did me. Even when he was gagging and yelling with pain, he grabbed me. Buried the knife is deep in my leg, I thought he was going to do me right there. Do me and then kill me.

No, he waited. Taunting me. Now, something else has caught his attention. ~Move, Karrin.~ I tell myself. ~Roll off the bed and crawl.~ My body is frozen in fear. I can't move. What if he comes back? Oh, god, please someone help me!

It's too quiet. Again, I try to roll. I finally get the strength to back and forth. Yes, a little faster now. I can hear the crinkling of coffee stained sheets under me. Then a sinking feeling comes over me. For a brief moment, I'm airbourne. With a loud crash, I land on the cold hard floor. I feel my skin slap against the title floor. I squint my eyes as the pain rose all over my body. I feel something wet and sticky going down my leg. The wound on my knee had bled again. I didn't care. I start to wiggle towards anything. I feel the cool air coming from underneath the door. I can't see with the blind fold over my eyes. I know it's air coming from somewhere.

I crawl like a worm inching its way across the road. The floor creaks on the otherside. I stop. My breathing is short and quick. My heart is beating so fast I think it's going to burst out of my chest. I start to cry. Oh, god, please, don't let it be him. I put my head down on the ground and lay still. Still as a rock, praying he would not notice me.

I feel something heavy and smooth on my right shoulder. I hold my breath. SOmeone's hand is on my arm lifting me up. Now, I know there is no hope. My captor had me and there was no way out for me. I had to escape. It wouldn't matter if I died here or died trying to get away. I struggle. Even though my hands are tied and my eyes are blindfolded, I try to break free. His other hand is on my left shoulder.

He pulled me towards him. Kicking and swinging at him, he still pulled me towards him. My legs are free. I could kick him. Kick him where he is bond never to rape another woman or hit another woman again. My hold body tensed up with anger and fear. I couldn't scream because my mouth was still duck taped and the sounds were burind deep in my throat.


Still, he held me. I sealed myself for the worst. This was different. His brace was different. He would have had me on the ground or on the bed, but I was still standing. His embrace was not forceful, but gentle. Not hard, but comforting. I start to cry in confusion. What kind of a sick game was he playing? I hear more footsteps. People. People everywhere. Talking. Shouting. What's going on? Someone please tell me.

"It's all right."A man's voice said in my ear. It was soft. Not at all harsh. This was a different man. "You're safe." He said calmly.

[SIZE=7]I was still shaking. Fear, sadness, betraly, frustration, anger, confusion flooded my heart and mind. I couldn't move. I just stood there this other man's arms. ~Help me.~ I prayed wishing he could read my thoughts. I felt the cold wetness of my sweat pour down my body. My heart pounding in my chest and ears.

I felt my head go foreward and rest on his chest. He brushed his hand through my hair. I could feel him untieing the hard knot my captor had tied so tightly around my head. Something white appeared at the top of my blind fold. My breathing is fast and I try to see over the edge of the cloth, but the light hurts my eyes. I close them. Dark. So dark. I am afraid to see who was holding me. I felt the blind fold fall off. Soft, warm hands touch my face. On the back of my neck. The sharp quick pain of the duck tape being slowly ripped off my mouth.

Tears fall down my cheeck and I whimmper. "I'm so sorry, honey." Again...that gentle voice. Was it an angel? Someone untied my hands and ankles.

I slowly open my eyes. The face before me is blurry and the light is too strong. More people talking. Finally, when my vision clears I can see the hard soomth contures of a man's face. Those deep brown eyes stare into mine. His smile calms my frightened heart.

"I......." I managed to force myself to talk to him. I wanted to tell him thank you. Thank you so much and I wanted to ask him his name, but it was replaced by my crying.

Again, he held me close to him and stroked my hair. "It's all right. You're safe now." He said over and over. "You're with the FBI. Special Agent Jason Gideon."

At last, I can finally find peace. I collaspe in my savior's arms. No more hurting. No more fear. Just me and Agent Gideon. My ordeal is over.......so it seemed.


The End

Hey, that was a great story!! loved the ending. :D