Dumnezeu permite razbunare (21/30)
by Bonkersfm
     
E-MAIL: bonkersfm@yahoo.com
CLASSIFICATION: MSR casefile
SUMMARY: When Mulder starts profiling again, Scully 
mysteriously disappears. When she is discovered it's a race 
against time to unravel the events that have taken place, to save 
the lives of others and salvage a relationship in the balance.
RATING: NC-17 
SPOILERS: IWTB
ARCHIVE: Yes  just e-mail me please
DISCLAIMERS: Not mine and making no money

     
Chapter 21

"I want to remember everything." She 
said, sitting down in front of Werber.  

"It doesn't work like that Dana...."

"I know, I know what you wanted to do and 
it has worked a little, but now all I 
have are these feelings...without a story 
behind them."

"What kind of feelings? "

"When I close my eyes, when the lights go 
out." She breathed. "When Mulder comes 
near me. I just need it to fit together 
now. Please..."

He relented, and put on the tape 
recorder.

After the third day, she woke up fully. 
She stayed quiet, listening to the voices 
and movement above. On that third day, he 
descended the stairs. Blindfolded she 
fought as he made no sound, but shook her 
violently, tearing her clothes off her 
cold body. She'd seen the aftermath of so 
much violent crime, but now it was 
happening to her, she froze. He leaned 
into her, putting his mouth on hers She 
bit him, causing him to recoil, hitting 
her hard. He launched himself on her her 
again, this time yanking her head back by 
her hair.  She screamed, pulling her 
hands hard away from the pipe she was 
tethered to. Her screams silenced by the 
back of his hand and she froze again and 
waited until it was over, too scared to 
speak for provoking him again. 

Later, pain woke her. Her face slapped 
over and over, a sharp ring moving 
dangerously close to catching her eye. 
For a second the pain stopped, before the 
smell of her burning flesh cause her to 
vomit. 

"Why? Why are you doing this to me?" She 
screamed.

The response . "Dumnezeu permite 
razbunare."

She knew she should be grateful of small 
mercies. Every day for a week she ate a 
good meal. After a month, he took off her 
blindfold and a week later she was 
allowed to walk around. The space she 
lived in was small, consisting of a worn 
mattress and a bucket of clean water each 
day. She guessed she was living in a 
cellar or crawl space, hearing the 
footsteps and sounds of a family above 
her. Since that first time he had visited 
her often, subjecting her to humiliating 
rituals. The acts that he made her do, 
she deduced, were to keep her in her 
place.  He had not, however, beat her or 
burned her. He had made her pee infront 
of him several times. In one instance he 
had taken her clothes and sat opposite 
her for three hours, just watching.  He 
was big, strong but not, scully guessed, 
particularly smart.

Another month went by as she listened to 
the routine upstairs. There were certain 
times when only light steps could be 
heard and she surmised then that he went 
out to work. All she needed was to make 
enough noise at the right time. Her hope 
for escape lay firmly in the hope that a 
guilt ridden wife or niave children would 
free her. Her plan to wait however, would 
be cut short.

His rage was as intense as she had ever 
seen it. He strode over to where she 
leant over the water bucket and dragged 
her to the mattress by her hair. She 
cried out, flailing arms and legs in hope 
of hitting him. He ripped her shirt, 
divesting her of all clothing, something 
he had never done before. This time had 
been so different. He dragged her jeans 
and underwear down her legs. Panic caused 
the blood to rise to her face as she felt 
his skin against hers. Bile rose to her 
mouth as he pushed inside her, tearing 
her apart.  He pounded into her for what 
seemed like hours, holding her head back 
by her hair. Pain surged through her body 
as he quickened the pace, tearing her in 
half. Unable to climax, he collapsed on 
top of her, crying hysterically. 

Her hands shook as she held them to her 
face. He had left as quickly as he had 
burst through the door.  Tomorrow, she 
would scream. As soon as she knew he had 
gone, she would get someone to help her. 

"Somebody help me! God somebody help me 
I'm down here!" After a few minutes the 
door opened, and footsteps could be heard 
descending the wooden stairs. She sighed, 
overjoyed at the sight of the woman who 
appeared in front of her.

"Please help me! Please..." 

"Shut up!" She said, slapping scully 
across the face. "Shut up or you'll wake 
my baby."

She slapped her again, before getting a 
lighter out of her pocket.

"Wake up." She threw water in her face. 
"Wake up I said." Scully opened her eyes, 
trying to focus on the woman infront of 
her.

"Why me?" She said. "What did I do?" 

"You know what you did. God sees all and 
he allows for vengeance." 

She lay still as he emptied himself 
inside her. For a moment he stared at 
her, before withdrawing and moving off 
her.  

"She won't let me tale you. I love you so 
much. I can't take you with me."

"Take me where?" She asked coldly.

"We are going away, on a boat. We go each 
year, to our people. She hates you, she 
wants to leave you here. Or take you away 
from me, like the others.  I need you 
though." He silenced himself, before 
getting up and walking away. She just 
bought her ticket to freedom.

Next time he came to see her, she took a 
huge risk. As he put a hand out to touch 
her shirt, she backed away. "I don't even 
know your name." She said, beginning to 
undo the buttons herself.

"What?" He said, sounding both confused 
and irritated. 

"You said, we love each other. But I 
don't even know your name. Give me 
something to call you."  

"Call me John."

"Is that your real name?"

"My dad's name." He looked down, quiet 
now. Then he jumped to life,pulling her 
shirt open and covering her like he had 
the last time. This time she didn't 
scream, or kick or bite him. He was her 
ticket out of here. If she could persuade 
him to take her on that boat, she'd get 
away....