~Laura's POV~

I was wrong about waiting and saving energy to try and run. The days are passing and I'm just becoming increasingly more tired, feeling more and more used. I tried to run once, and it certainly wasn't pretty. I've never felt this abused before, not when my dad hit me when I was younger nor when I was at Craig's mercy.

He's been around fairly often too, Craig. Before I came here, I had made sweet love with Jaime. And that's what it was; love. There is no love in this, being beaten, brutally raped by two men. The worst part is I have absolutely no idea what to do about it.

Sometimes, if I'm not being abused, I can hear Jaime crying or calling for me. It destroys me more than the physical torture ever could. I don't know what they're doing to him, if they're doing anything to him, and that kills me.

I hear several loud voices coming from the front door, and I cringe in fear. It's probably just more friends of Craig and my nameless captor. Although I know it's pointless, I struggle against the chains holding me to the wall, allowing extra blood to flow from my body. It is reckless and dangerous and probably going to end in pain, but I have to try.

I take a deep breath, as much as I can with my broken ribs, and yell. "HELP! Please, someone help me!"

The side door opens and Craig's friend walks through. "Why you little bitch!" He walks up to me and slaps me clear across the face, rattling my teeth. The main door opens, and I prepare myself for the worst. What I'm not expecting to see is several uniformed policemen bursting through with guns pointing right at my captor.

I'm relieved but still frightened at the same time, because the officers look so disgusted by my condition, and the pistol pointed at my head with a knife at my throat. "Not another fucking step." He spits at the group, and I hang my head, feeling that the end is here.

My voice is raspy, but the words are necessary. "A few rooms down, Jaime...." Two of the men from the back leave, and a hint of a smile comes on my face, although the knife makes a few more marks on my collarbones. I barely wince, as the policemen's eyes widen.

~Jaime's POV~

The door flies open, and it surprises me, because the food they remember to give me is just shoved through and the door relocked. "Mr. Preciado?" Oh thank god, it's a police officer. We're going to be saved. I tug on the binds holding me to the bed, and nod with the gag in my mouth.

They cut my old binds away, and replace them with handcuffs. "You are under arrest for the kidnapping of Laura...." He finishes the phrase, but I don't hear it. You've got to be kidding me, they think I did this to my love?!

I know better than to argue, however, so I resign to just let them do what they will. Now that we're safe, Laura will explain everything. I'm led outside to see Craig being driven away in the back of a police car, but with no sign of the other man. I decide to speak up. "There's another man, he's been hurting Laura, my love. Please, tell me she's alright?!"

They sigh. "Sir, Laura is being taken care of. You do understand that it is thought that you were the mastermind of this, correct?"

"I know what the thought is, and I'll tell you the truth as soon as I know Laura's safe."

Suddenly, a gunshot rings out from the house. It's barely even a whisper, "Laura..."