Hi, so another difficult chapter to write, very emotional as well. Fun fact, Erik is actually based off of someone I know in real life, so yepparuni. I would absolutely love more comments. Just picture me on my hands and knees, begging! Thanks for reading, hope you're enjoying the story.

It was nightfall; I was dragged back to the dorm by the man in white, still breathing hard from our play session. I wanted to wretch, yet I struggled to keep my food down. He threw me into the room then locked the door. I slowly got up from the floor looking around me, seeing that everyone slept, including Lewis who was sprawled out on his cot, now red from his blood.

I crawled into a corner far away from the patients, like a wounded animal, and started to rock back and forth. I buried my face in my knees and sobbed into my torn dress. My hands ran through my disheveled hair, pulling at the red strands, experiencing my own hopelessness, my own sorrow. Blood ran down my leg and puddled on the cold tile. Reminding me of innocence lost.

I clawed at my body, tearing at my skin, trying to remove his filth from me. Trying to take away the feeling of being violated. All his greedy hands on me, taking what should have been mine. I beat my breast with my fist, wanting to howl at the injustice done. My body jerked in spasms I could not control. I found myself hating Lewis for attacking the man, unreasonably hating Emilie for the man wanting her, but I with no qualms hated the man in white. Dear parents, your daughter who you abandoned to a cruel prison, is now damaged goods. Dear parents, I hate you. I hate everyone.

I cried harder, convinced that the world I lived in had no good left in it. I continued to scratch at my skin, until the blood my own attack produced match the blood of my innocence lost. I needed to get out of here, yet I would not leave until I inflicted my vengeance on all that had harmed me. My shoulders shook uncontrollably as I wept into the cloth of my gown, muffling my cries of agony. God, he had been such an animal. Emilie wouldn't have survived the crude coupling with that man.

I had been like garbage can for him, as he spilled his damn self inside of me. I hate him, hate him, hate him. I had never been touched like that before, when the doctor and the men had touched me, they had never gone that far. It was so unfair, I thought as I wrapped my arms around my knees. I shuddered uncontrollably, trying to push the image of him from my mind. One day, I would kill him. All of them, and then we could be free from this hell.

I looked around the room, making sure I had not woken anyone up with my crying. Lewis was still passed out, which actually seemed nice at the moment. At least he was in nothing but complete darkness, no thoughts means no fear. My puffy eyes started to droop in pure exhaustion so I crawled wearily over to my cot and curled up, pulling the blanket over me.

I was about to finally close my eyes when I saw Erik, the 19 year old with dirty blond hair and disturbingly blue eyes, creep over to me. "Emmy," he said gently, reaching out to touch my cheek. I flinched away and his gaze softened.

"Dear lord, he-did he? What I'm trying to ask is…did he play with you?" He asked this with torment crossing over his features. I knew that he already knew the answer, but I jerked my head in a quick nod anyway. He looked angry and then said, "I'll kill him. I swear to God that I will." He had to whisper this, but it was said harshly nonetheless. I gave a smile, pained as it was. I then reached for his large hand and grasped it in my small one.

"Let me sleep next to you tonight, please?" he asked. I scooted over and he crawled in next to me, uncertainly drawing me into his embrace. I buried my face into his chest, surprised and a bit frustrated when the tears started to come out again. I soaked his shirt as he stroked my back. His thoughts were very clear. I'll kill him, I'll kill him. Then we will escape together, and… I tried not to listen anymore, but instead submerged myself in his warmth. I realized that this would be the first time I wasn't sleeping alone.

I finally drifted off into sleep, and it was great, until I had the nightmares. I was in the secret place with the man, yelling at him to get off of me. I screamed and screamed but no one would come to help me. I could then hear a pounding on the door and as it opened dark smiling figures came in and started grabbing at me. No, no, no, no, no! I shouted at them, though I knew my pleading was futile. I struggled to open my eyes to get out of the dream. Finally I jerked up and opened my eyes, surveying my surroundings. I sighed, realizing I was still in the dorm. I look down next to me, expecting to see Erik when the man in white smiled cruelly and grabbed my arm. I screamed once more.

I heard Erik's voice calling for me. "Emmy! Emmy wake up, it's just a dream." I shot up quickly, shaking all over, then burst into sobs I couldn't control. I felt Erik wrap his arms around my trembling frame and trying to calm me, but I couldn't control the weeping, the hurt. I hadn't cried like this since the night my parents left me. Since I ran down the hall and came upon Dr. Montressor…and the body…Erik's voice interrupted my thoughts.

"It's going to be ok. Everything will be alright Emmy, I promise."

"How?" I murmured. I began to doubt everything, I doubted promises for sure. Don't make promises that you can't keep. "How can you promise anything, Erik?" I said harshly, turning out of his grasp to look him in the eyes. He seemed at a loss for words. I knew that I was being too harsh with him, but I couldn't help it. I needed to vent my pain on something, someone.

"I-I'm sorry…" he began. But I shook my head, curls tumbling about my shoulders.

"No, don't be. I'm sorry I snapped at you." I said this sincerely, softening towards him. He was only trying to help. He always tried to help me, and I always pushed him away.

"Let's try to get some rest," He offered, lying back down. I did the same and curled against him, holding his hand.

"I swear Emmy, I'll protect you. I won't let them touch you again. I swear it."

"Please Erik," I sighed. "Don't swear anything to me. It's worse that way."

He nodded his head and draped his arm across me. Let's get some rest?

Ha rest, that would be a first in this damned place.