(Where shall we begin?)

(Maybe in the jail?)

She'd been sitting there for what felt like hours, huddled up in the corner of the cell that seemed to grow ever smaller. What little light there was came in through a small window at the top of the wall and a light that flashed occasionally when the wind rocked it to the side and the contacts met. It was freezing in here. The guards had taken her coat and shoes, leaving her in a thin cotton shirt and skirt. Hair fell in her face and she longed to reach back and retie it, inhibited by the handcuffs behind her back.

Just kill me already.

The Gastop guard hovered over her planing to do what he did to all the female pissionors

..

There was a scream on the other side of the wall.

Kate shied away, curling up in a ball in the corner. She spat at him.

"Get the fuck away from me!"

The guard slammed a fist into her face.

..

There was a mighty crash on the other side of the wall as if a chair had broken.

Kate fell back, gritting her teeth in pain and feeling her head go fuzzy.

And the rapeness was ally rapey,

..

There were sounds of a scuffle and a gun shot. Slowly there was the sound of the key ratting in the lock.

"Bastard gave you trouble?" he called over his shoulder.

Kate was half-dead at this point, in pain from head to toe, unaware of anything going on around her.

"No but I will." he said in hevally accented German. He pulled the trigger and the man fell limp. "Are you okay?"

"Please... go away..." she weakly cried in French. "Don't hurt me..."

"I'm American," he said in French pointing to flag on his jacket. "Let's get out of here, before they kill us."

It took her a bit for what he said to register. She looked down at her legs and winced.

"I can't move." she said in English. She had been paralyzed with fear.

He scooped her up. "Well we have to get out of here!" He ran out into the courtyard toward a German car.

Kate clung to him with all her might. She saw her legs were covered in blood and the cuffs on her wrists had left marks. She moaned with small waves of pain.

He lay her in the backseat, giving her hand quick touch. "You're brave woman, you gotta brave a little longer." He peeled out of the drive not sure where to go.

She nodded, clenching her jaw.

"Rue Auberge." she said, turning her head to look at her rescuer. "My house..."

He nodded and pulled in the drive. He slowly lifted her into his arms. "Do have a dog or anything?"

"A cat." she said, dizzy. "Sits.. on the window..."

He ellbowed his way in and lay her on the sofa. "You need to sit up."

"Why?" she asked softly. "It hurts..."

Ok try a little later."

(Pie

She lay there, helpless. She wanted to get up, she wanted to bathe, she wanted to get out of these torn and dirty clothes and curl up in a ball to die.

'Just relax for now; you're safe. I'm Sam by the way."

"Kate." she replied, unable to say anything else. She felt very, very tired.

He drapped a blanket over her.

She fell asleep pretty much instantly, and woke up about two hours later.

In the meantime he'd been futzing in the kitchen and came out with bowl of soup. "Here, eat."

She sighed and sat up, wincing in pain.

"Thanks." she said, taking it. "Sam, right?"

He nodded. "So what they get you for?"

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