“Fuentes, with me now.” I heard one of the guys call. My whole body stiffened, fear took over me, Mike's grip on me got tighter. This was it, time for my punishment. I began to get up, Mike pulling me back down. “I won't ask again.”

“I'll be fine, I promise.” I mumbled to Mike, getting free of his tight hold on me. I knew I wouldn't be fine. But I had to tell him that, I couldn't let him worry about me. I followed the man out the room, up some stairs. He shoved me into a room, telling me to wait as he left again. There was a single mattress in the middle of it, it was obvious a lot of planning went into this. Was Tony planning this the entire time? The room itself was cold, damp and shabby.

After what seemed like forever, someone walked in the room. I turned to see who it was. “Claire..”

“Alex?” I should of guessed he had something to do with this.

“I won't hurt you, all you have to do is have sex with me. Don't worry, no-one will know.” A smirk appearing on his lips. So this is what he meant by treating me like a whore? I backed away from him, I didn't want to do this. I couldn't possibly do this. “Don't be scared sweetheart...”

“Stay away from me.” was all I could manage to get out. It came out as more of a squeak. I had nowhere to run, I was pretty certain that if I tried to run I'd pay the consequences of my actions later at the hands of my so-called boyfriend.

***

After my ordeal with Alex I was literally thrown back into the room, I crawled into the corner, staying away from Mike who was now cursing worse than a sailor. He knew, he knew I wasn't fine. I couldn't help myself, loud sobs escaped. What I really that much of a pathetic girl? The cheek of him actually giving me money after he forced himself upon me.

“Claire?” Mike's voice was soft, carefully making his way over to me.

“G-go aw-away.” I managed to get out; I didn't want to be touched. I felt like a dirty, disgusting human being. The thought of Alex on me made me want to claw at my skin till every part of him was off me.

“I'll be over here if you need me.” I could hear the upset in his voice, he was my brother for crying out loud. He wouldn't hurt me. I know he wouldn't but I couldn't be touched. All he wants to do is protect me as much as possible which me getting hurt. The door soon opened again; two guys came in dragging Mike out leaving me alone. Well I thought I would be alone, Tony came back in placing a chair just in front of me and sitting himself down upon it.

“You bought this on yourself baby; would you like a bath?” his voice was actually soothing. I shook my head, cowering more into the corner. “Food? Drink? Anything?” I shook my head again. I didn't dare speak, fear had literally taken over me. I was frozen, despite my body trembling from the fear that had taken over me. “I have another friend for you; do you want to see him?”

“Please no, not Jaime.” I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. He broke out in a small laugh, shaking his head.

“Oh no, this one you've been seeing behind my back.” his tone became harsh once again. Then it hit me, Oliver. That's the only other person it could be. “Now, before you meet him do you want anything?”

“I want things back to normal.” I replied, earning another sinister type laugh from him. He got up and left taking the chair with him. Oliver soon thrown into the room. He didn't look scared, but then again he hasn't had anything done to him yet. I didn't move from my corner; not even when he spotted me. He didn't even try to approach me which I'm glad about.

Mike soon arrived back; he didn't even look at me or when he did he stopped quickly. “Claire, you know I love you right?”

“I know.” was all I said.

“Please forgive me for this sweetheart.” Tears visible in his eyes; his hands shaking. He gripped my face hard with his hand, banging my head off the wall pretty hard. I place my hand on my hand; feeling it become sticky. Blood. I felt my head spin, I felt the nausea overcome me.

The next thing I saw was nothing but blackness.

***

“She's your damn sister Mike, look at her!” A british accent woke me; why was people shouting.

“I had to Oli, believe me I hate myself for it!” Mike's voice topped Oli's. I groaned, sitting up, clutching my head. “Oh you're awake, I'm so so sorry.” He ran over to me, pulling me into a tight embrace.

“Are you something? Why are apologising?” I mumbled, clutching onto my brother as he gently rocked me back and forth.

“For hurting you. I had to, to protect you.” he whispered. Then it came back; he smashed my head off the wall. “I thought I'd lost you, you've been out for hours.” He was crying, still cradling me in his arms.

“Don't be soft; I'm fine. Killer headache, mind you though.” I laughed a little.

This was just beginning of hell.