AN: This chapter gets a little graphic, and there will be a very intense scene; it involves sexual assault. There will be a warning before it happens, and I will put a marker at the end so you don't have to read it if you're not comfortable with it.

Reader discretion is advised...

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With Ava's reassurance, we feel slightly better. In our time of crisis, anything helps.

"So, kitten, what do you propose we do?" I ask, but the pen doesn't move.

"Avelyn," Ashton calls, voice laced with worry. "Babe, are you there," he tries once more. But still, nothing. It's as if she's suddenly disappeared.

"No, no, no. This can't be happening. Princess, come back to me." Xavier is threading his hands through his hair like a mad man, but I know that I look no better right now.

"Her vision must've ended. Damn it! What are we gonna do now?" Ashton growls.

"We continue searching like we were before," Xavier concludes. "Let's go check the cameras; they might've picked something up in our absence."

Ashton and I nod in agreance, and we all rush up the stairs in a panic. We don't know what they could be doing to my angel right now. They could be torturing her for all we know.

We bound into Ashton's room and find his laptop open with multiple tabs pulled up. Each are from different cameras, and each hold different footage. None of it is live footage, but we'll take what we can get.

There are about five windows pulled up on the screen, and no piece of footage seems to hold any value. We stand there, staring at the bleak screen, for hours without any indication that our angel was anywhere near these locations. But suddenly, hours later, I spot something of significance. Right there, in the upper right-hand corner, is camera footage from a gas station.

Of this analysis, I can make out the image of a car. It's silver and beat up a little. I immediately recognize it and point at it, my finger shaking from the adrenaline that's pumping through my veins.

"Guys, look there!" I shout. "It's Mr. Brown's car!"

"Nice find, Cole! Can you see Ava in it?" Ashton asks. We all inch a little closer to the screen, trying to spot our angel in the car.

"No," I pout.

"Hey Ashton, can you zoom in a little? Maybe that'll help," Xavier asks, and Ashton nods. He clicks on the tab to bring it up full-screen and zooms in. It's hard to tell, but I can just faintly see a familiar silver strand of hair peaking out in the backseat.

I'd recognize that hair anywhere. "There! Right there!" I tap on the screen. "What do you see there?" I quiz, still buzzing from the adrenaline.

"Silver," Xavier states unenthusiasticly, then he finally seems to make the connection. He snaps his fingers in conclusion and says, "Oh thank God. We've finally got something. Ashton, pull up the coordinates for this gas station."

Ashton is quick to pull up the coordinates on Google Maps. From this, we're able to see that this gas station resides in a remote area with not much surrounding. In fact, nothing lies anywhere near it.

"Avelyn said she thinks she's in a cellar, right?" He drawls, and I nod my head.

"Yeah, what's your point? We haven't got all day, Xavier. God knows what they could be doing to our angel right now," I say, frustrated as all hell.

"Shut up, I'm getting there," he snaps, and I frown.

'Ava's departure is really starting to get to us.'

"Alright, as I was saying -- before I was so rudely interrupted," he glares at me for a short moment then continues. "There's nothing around this gas station for miles, and it's a couple hours drive away from where we are now. What would be a better place to store someone you just kidnapped, than a remote and secluded area? There might be a cellar located near this location. What time does the footage say?"

I inch closer to the computer and notice that in the bottom right corner it reads the time.

"6:00 pm," I answer.

"Right, well it's about three in the morning now," he says.

I hadn't realized that it had been that long since Ava was taken, but looking at the time on my phone, I comprehend that it is so. "I say we drive down there and search for a trace of our Avelyn. It'll be a couple hour drive, so I insist on leaving now. Plus, with all of the open land that surrounds, I'm sure it'll take a while to track her down."

With this, we immediately load up into the car, not caring about taking anything with us. We're werewolves, and our senses should be enough to track her down. And if that doesn't work, I'm afraid nothing will.

'Hold on, Avelyn. We're coming for you, kitten.'

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I just woke up, and I have no clue how long it's been. But with each passing second, I can feel myself taking one step closer to the brink of insanity.

I'm going crazy with the lack of knowing. I don't know when Sarah or Ian will come back to feed on me, I don't know if they'll decide that they're bored with me and find some other way to entertain themselves, and I don't know if the boys will ever find me.

Yes, I can feel my approach on insanity. I'm getting nearer and nearer, and I'm not approaching elatedly.

Abruptly, I'm met with a loud banging on the door that cages me within these metal walls, and I begin to shake in terror. What they did the last time they came was excruciating. I-I can't go through that kind of pain again. I might just break this time.

As expected, the door opens, revealing a smirking Ian.

'Where's Sarah?'

"Oh darling, she's away right now," he sneers, as if hearing my internal question.

"W-what do you w-want from m-me?" I'm a stuttering mess, and I'd be embarrassed at my pathetic voice if it weren't for the sheer terror I feel towards this man. No, not man -- monster.

"Why, isn't it obvious, beautiful? I want you. And don't worry; this time I'm not here for your blood," he coos fakely, and I'm left confused.

"Well then why are you here?"

"You really are an innocent little thing, aren't you?" He chuckles, and I furrow my brows, still not comprehending.

As if realizing this, he slams the door closed and inches closer, like a predator stalking towards its prey. "Why don't I just show you little one?"

All too soon, he's kneeling before me, and I'm left surprised at his incredible speed but remember that he's a vampire.

He towers over my small, meek frame, and his hand reaches down to caress my face. I feel tingles where our skin meets, but not the good kind of tingles. They're the kind you feel when you're absolutely disgusted by something. And right now, I'm completely appalled by this sickly being.

He looks down at me with a lustful glint in his murky grey eyes, and I shiver at the realization. I know what he wants. He wants me -- my body. He wants to use me as his toy, his play thing. He wants to take advantage of me. Tears begin to weld up in my eyes.

"Oh darling," he says, faking compassion. "Don't cry. I promise you'll enjoy it just as much as I will." I cry out even more at his mock sympathy.

"P-p-please don't do this," I sob. "I'll give you anything you want. Just, please d-don't do this."

He chuckles. "Oh sweetheart, once we start, you'll be begging me not to stop," he whispers in my ear, and I whimper in defeat.

He slowly drags the hand that was caressing my face down to my tattered and torn crop top. It used to be white, but now it's got more of a grey hue. And numerous holes roam throughout the shirt.

He doesn't bother being gentle, and my shirt is soon ripped off. My shorts aren't far behind, as they're soon being torn off too, following in my poor shirt's footsteps.

Now I'm left exposed to him, in nothing but my white lacy bra and panties. He groans at the sight and grinds his hard member up against me.

"Oh God, it's like you knew this was going to happen. Like you planned this just for me. Fuck, you're so fucking sexy," he grunts as he continues to grind his now rock hard dick against me.

"Please stop," I try once more, knowing that my words are going through one ear and out the other.

He stops his torture and quickly pulls down his pants, along with his underwear. And his rock hard dick suddenly springs out, slapping against his lower abdomen -- and the shirt that his body still adorns.

"Don't worry, little one. I'll make sure to make your first time amazing. I'll even go slow... at first." He swiftly rips off both my bra and my panties, leaving me completely bare, and I'm left shivering from the cold.

He looks at my body like it's the most precious diamond, and I shiver in a mixture of disgust and fear. He's still kneeling above me, and I'm left lying beneath him, unintentionally and without choice. His left hand forcefully grips my left breast, while his right hand begins to stroke himself.

I whimper in pain as he avidly and violently pinches my nipple, and he brings his head down to suck on my my right bud. The cold metal under my skin and the frigid temperatures of the room cause my nipple to harden, but he takes it as a sign of lust and arousal. Though, it's anything but.

Suddenly, he thrusts into me, completely disregarding his earlier promise to go slow. And I scream out in pain.

"Oh God, you're so fucking tight!" He yells, and I continue to scream.

"Yes, that's right, beautiful. Scream for me," he grunts, and I do. I continue to scream, but not because he wants me to; it's because the pain his violent thrusts are bringing me.

"Help! Please, help me!" I scream as a last effort for someone to miraculously hear me and come bounding to my rescue.

But he only continues his torture. Soon, he's pulling out to cum all over my chest, but he immediately pushes himself back into me -- shredding me apart once again.

I do nothing but lay there, stiff as a board and completely broken while he continues to groan and pound into me. What's there to do anyway? I've already given up hope.

It's too late. My boys, they're too late. I'm already broken. My heart has already shattered, and I don't think it can be stitched back together.

All too soon, but not soon enough, the door is being slammed open. I can't see who it is, though, because Ian is still blocking my view.

There is a resounding roar, and he's suddenly being thrown off of me, and I can faintly make out the sound of his cries of pain and protest. I close my eyes, not caring to see who's come to my rescue. It doesn't matter; they've already failed. They're too late.

I feel my body being shaken. Someone is calling out my name.

But my eyes remain closed.

"Avelyn! Avelyn, princess, wake up! We're here; we've come to save you! You're safe now," the voice cries.

But my eyes remain closed.

As if the person has given up on getting me to open my eyes, they swiftly lift me into the air, quickly tucking me into their hard chest and their loving embrace.

But my eyes remain closed.

I feel a large cloth being draped around me, engulfing me in its warmth. "There you go, princess," the voice says once more.

But my eyes remain closed.

Two more voices are heard; they cry out in anger, pain, and sadness. "They've broken her -- our angel, my kitten. She's finally broken," one of them whimpers, voice cracking at the end. And even though I know who these voices belong to, and I know that they'd never hurt me, I do nothing but lay there, completely still and unfazed.

And my eyes remain closed.

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I don't know what to say after that super intense scene, so...

Until next time...

Sincerely,

The Annoying Author Lady