"Stay...." Jessie extended her arms, "stay away from me!" She yelled but it was to no avail. George already pounced on her, grabbing hold on her he pressed a forceful kiss on her mouth and she tried to struggle.

"Fuck!" He growled shoving her away to check for blood where her teeth clamped down on his lips. "You bitch!" He exclaimed punching her, hard right in the face.

Jessie head was thrown backwards by the force and she fell on the bed, clutching her bleeding nose. Before she had the opportunity to look up he was already on her, ripping what ever it was that remained of the dress. "Ahhh! Get off, get off get off!" She screamed, angry tears streaming down her face. This night... this night was a nightmare.

His hands began to shove her dress upwards as he grip on her thighs left her screaming in tears not to mention the painful hickeys he left all over her neck and arms. With his other hands he pushed her bra aside and shoved his hands underneath it, squeezing and kneading painful. Jessie felt like she would die. "You taste just as sweet and delicious as I imagined." He mumbled aganist her skin.

Jessie didn't understand how she would 'taste' sweet when she was covered in sweat, tears and melted make up. But she didn't need to understand, he was sick. He was really sick.

She thrashed, clawed whatever she could until finally she was able to make three deep clean scratches across his face. And he looked up at her. The hand torturing her breast took both hands and clamped them above her head as the other grew alarming close to her core. "Don't think you are the only woman to inflict injuries on me. My plastic surgeon is swimming in money because of women like you."

"If I'm so basic why the hell do you want me?" She spat.

"Oh no no no..." George chuckled. "You're not basic, you are not unique. You are just a woman, a woman I desire. And a woman I am going to have."

Please, please somebody save me! Please! Please! Please!

"Jessie?" Both George and Jessie halted and they looked towards the open door.

"Paul?" Jessie cried, thanking everything that George forgot to lock the door.

"What the fuck?!" Paul growled and before he could make any movements George had him starring at the end of a barrel.

"What do you think Jessie, you already watched one man die today because of you." He said without looking at her. "How would you feel knowing you caused two deaths today?" He asked turning slightly to glance at her but the bed was empty and immediately he was on high alert. But how high could the alert be when the room was dark.

"Stay right there, move an inch and you'll be leaving this room in a body bag." George said pointing the gun at Paul.

"You do not want to kill me George. You do not want to start a fight with my family." Paul spat viciously.

George scoffed. "I could care less about your family."

"Well I think you should." Jessie said from behind him as he turned to grab her, something hard and heavy smacked down on his wrist and sent the gun flying a few feet from where they stood.

And since the room was dark they couldn't see were it went so both of them lounged at the direction they both watched the gun fly to. She fought with all her might but she was not as strong so when he grabbed her ankle and tossed her across the room she slid away, slamming her body aganist the hard bed.

"Ahhh!" She screamed. Suddenly the room that was only lighted with dim lights from the window was illuminated and both of them winced a light flooded into their retinas. George more so than Jessie, so in the mere matter of seconds she saw the gun. Right by his foot.

With speed she didn't know existed she drove for the gun and as she grabbed it by the time George had recovered and he covered her hand with a stomp down of his leg. Shifting his foot side to side to ensure the pain.

Jessie released a horrifying scream but she was ever grateful for the few self defense classes she had, rotating her body her legs clamped around his and she shifted her weight carrying the leg as hers went into the air. Making him lose balance, as he staggered back she rolled away and got up. Her hands trembling and red from the pain inflicted but she stood victorious.

"You won't shoot me." He said.

And she scoffed. "Why because I'm a weak woman? Move and test that theory."

Paul walked into the room but before he could even advance towards George somebody walked past him, in determined paces.

"You bastard!" Jason growled, his punch sending George to the other side of the room.

As George wanted to retaliate Jessie shot the lamp that sat beside where he just destroyed with his fall. "You don't want to do that." She snarled.

Jason looked behind him at Jessie, her broken nose, her torn clothes and all the bruises that was littered all over her skin. Turning to George he growled as he landed the first punch and the next and the next until George was a bloodied mess beneath him.

"Jason that enough." Paul walked forward to stop him, but Jessie arm on the crook of his elbow stop him.

"Not yet." She said.

When they heard shouting outside the room, Paul didn't wait to here anything he rushed forward and pulled Jason off of George.

"Let go! Let go I'm going to kill that bastard! How dare he? How dare you!" Jason growled.

"If his bodyguards find us here we are done for, do you understand?" Paul insisted.

"I don't care! Let go!" Jason yelled.

"Jason!" Jessie scolded. "I'm fine, I'm fine please let's go." She pleaded.

And together they all dashed out of the room, and headed in the opposite direction from the sound of boots hitting the floor.

With her hands in Jason's she ran as fast as her bare footed legs could take her until she began to give into the effects of the drug again.

"Jessie? Are you okay?" Jason as asked as she stumbled.

"I'm sorry, I just... I can barely stand." She said, shaking her head she sighed and tried to stand again.

"I'll go get them." Paul stated.

"Go get who?" Jessie asked.

"It doesn't matter, how many fingers am I holding up?" He asked.

"Uh... I see six but I'm guessing that's not right." She said.