Had it all been just a dream, another bad nightmare. She had so many in the past but this one had seemed so real. She reached for her head as it throbbed of pain. She attempted to open her eyes but they were so swollen that she could barely open them. She tried to sit up, banging her head on something sharp. Then she realized she was moving, she was in the back of a car. She went numb all over and realized that it was very real. He found her and here she was being taken away again. But she did not think about herself in this moment for all she could think about was her children. Where were they? What did he do to them? She started to bang on the trunk, screaming to the top of her lungs, "Get me out of here. Damn you Keith, Damn you." She started to panic.

He could hear her screams but ignored her by turning the radio up even louder, the speakers were blaring in her ears. Suddenly the car came to a halt and the music switched off. Silent. The car door opened and shut and she could hear the keys rattle and the gravel kick up with each step he took closer to the back of the car. The door opened and the light from the sun stone-blinded her for a few seconds. As he reached in for her she started to swing at him, slapping him with full force. "You lunatic, what have you done with my children? Where are they?" she pleaded.

"I would stop that if I was you," he said cautiously.

"Go to HELL!" she screamed back in his face. "I want to know where are they?"

"Who?"

"You know damn well who, where are my children?"

He shook his index finger in front of her; "Don't you mean our children?"

She reached over to hit him again. "Go to hell, they don't want you. They know what you are?"

"Which is?"

"A monster, the devil, they don't want anything to do with you."

He stood right up into her face. "We'll see about that." When he went to pick her up she fought him back. He backhanded her again and when she fell to the ground he reached down to grab her by the head of her hair. "Fine, we can go in like this." He dragged her along in the dirt.

She thought about the past. This cabin. She remembered life was a living hell inside of there as she looked at the steps to the front door. She had a feeling that if he got her in there she would be trapped there forever. She managed to get up and knocked him over into a mud puddle. He let go and as she started to stand he grabbed her ankle and she fell hard into the ground, tasting the dirt in her mouth.

"You fuck'n bitch, where do you think your going?" He stood back up while holding on to her, kicking her into her side. "You're such a pain in the ass, you know that?" he pulled her by her ankle, up the steps and into the old cabin. Her body hit each step causing a bruise, several bruises. Dragging her to the bedroom where she had spent over a decade in. The bed was still in the same place and the chain was still attached to the bed pole. He picked it up and walked back over to her snapping the clamp around her ankle.

She tried to push him away. "Please don't do this."

All he did was laugh mischievously. "But your mine and you will always be mine."

Hatred built up inside of her and she finally stood so close to him. She spit in his face, "Just do it already."

"Do what?" He wiped the spit from his cheek.

"Give me the royal beating. Come on show me what you got. You can hit me over and over and over but I will get back up and I will not give in to your game. I hate you. I hated you the moment you brought me here. I will never love you," she raised her voice, "EVER."

The blow came right across the face but she got back up, "You're such a bitch." And he shoved her so hard that she toppled over onto the bed, banging her head against the wall. He ripped her gown off. He hurriedly pulled his pants down and jumped on top of her. "It's been so long, Addie." He tried to kiss her but she turned into the bed. "Is that how it's going to be?" He shoved himself deep inside of her. "Don't forget you're still my wife; I own you."

She let him finish, gritting her teeth the whole time. Silently, not even a simple moan surfaced from her. She would lie so still that he would think he was with a corpse. She refused to give him any extra pleasure. She knew it would piss him off and it did.

He just looked at her, frustration in his eyes. He loved the cries, screams, and the fight. But she did not give into it. She told him and she kept her word. When he was done he got off and left her there, butt naked. In the other room he took the bottle out of the fridge and took a long guzzle. With the last sip he slammed the bottle into the sink. She always had a way of getting under his skin.

When the sun went down he came back into the room. Reaching over to the chain he unlocked it. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way, you choose?"

Without saying anything she followed behind him. She was still naked and the cool air gave her chills. They walked past the shed in the back yard and up the mountainside. She knew where they were going. Many years ago she made this path and watched wild animals dance in the flames of fire. They danced for the young girl and this time they would dance for her.

The huge rock was in sight. Blood stains smeared all over it. She tried to turn back for she knew if she made it up there, she would die there. He jerked her arm to go closer to the circle. It was outlined by stones and piles of sticks. She froze in her tracks.

"Come on," he hissed.

"Before we go, please just tell me, where are the kids?"

"They are fine, probably with what's his face now, but not for long because when I am done here I am going back to get them."

"Don't you dare hurt them."

"Who me?" he cackled.

He pushed her into the circle. As she turned, he took one hand around her throat. With the other he dragged her up next to the rock. She fought back, kicking and throwing punches. He managed to pull away and reached into his back pocket. "I think you could use this." He jabbed the needle into her arm. Suddenly her body went frail and he proceeded to place her on top of the slab.

"What did you just give me?"

"Don't worry about it, it will just make your body go numb."

She watched as others arrived. She was already tied down, spreaded out for all to see. She felt lightheaded. She could hear them talking.

"Is this the one?"

"Yes!"

"She has caused us so much trouble."

"And she will pay."

"Damn right she is going to pay."

She raised her head visions of men in black, all wearing a mask. One set the sticks on fire and the flames heated the cool night air. They started to dance around and chanted words that she did not comprehend. Then silence. A man stood up in front of her. He spread his wings and talked in a very eerie voice as it echoed into the night sky. The wind started to blow and the tree swayed in a circular motion, dizziness.

"There have been many deaths because of you. You have disobeyed your husband and therefore you will be punished. He had made arrangements of this night and it is his decision on what needs to be brought onto you." He spread his wings high; she could feel the cool breeze from them. He moved and behind him the goat stood. It was Keith; she had seen the mask several times as he carried it up the mountain.

Her eyes grew wide of fear for she knew he would slaughter her. In the corner of her eye she got a glimpse of something shinny in his hand. It looked like a hammer of some kind, a sledgehammer. As he held it up she took a deep breath, waiting for her death to come.

He laughed and swung the hammer down, hitting, crushing her left hand. "That's for Seth."

The pain was so excruciating that one could hear her utterance for miles. She knew that no one would hear her screams because they were in the middle of nowhere. She watched as he reared back again. As she closed her eyes she could feel her left hand crush against the rock.

"That's for Bella," he clamored.

Her heart pounded as the blood pumped harder into her hands. She tried to breathe.

"Open your fuck'n eyes I want you to watch," he demanded.

As she opened her eyes he leaned over her, the moon was now over head. He turned and she saw the sledgehammer go up and back down. She tensed as it came back down, not knowing where it would end. Would this be the end? The sting from her right foot shot up her leg.

"That's for not letting me see my baby girl, and this..." he came down again without faltering against the left foot, "is for leaving me, you bitch." He reached for his knife.

She knew this was it, the final death but he cut the ropes from her. Unable to move she watched as he walked away from her. She was shocked, was that it? No, she knew it would not be that simple.

"Just do it already. Kill me Keith," she cried. "I am not afraid of you anymore, I'm not afraid to die."

He had wanted her to suffer; he had wanted her to feel the anguish pain like he had. But he did not want to really kill her; he wanted her. He wanted her to have him, to be happy like she was when they first met. "You never loved me did you? You will never love me, will you?"

She continued to cry, "Many years ago, I thought I loved you. I was so confused then. I will never love you, because I hate you. I hate you more than anything."

He felt the humiliation; blood started to boil under his skin. "You don't mean that."

"Yes, I do. You disgust me, you make me sick. If you're going to kill me then do it. Damn it just get it over with." She no longer felt the pain, the suffering. She wanted to die in this very moment. She closed her eyes and prayed for her children to be safe.

As he raised the hammer again above her there was a loud pop in the wind. The hammer came down missing her by two inches. Blood splattered from his hands as he lost his grip. As she watched the bright light dance overhead she stopped breathing for a moment. Darkness.

In the night they wore their headgear of ultra red. They had seen the flames from the distance. The chopper circled over head beaming the spotlight on top of them. Her screams were heard in the midst of the mountain. It killed Derrick to hear the echoes of the heart wrenching screams. He came upon them quietly and when he saw the sledgehammer rise above her he didn't hesitate to pull the trigger. Shooting Keith in the hand. He had wanted to kill him but wanted him to undergo the pain. Derrick pulled him back to the ground. "You want to mess with somebody, mess with me." He punched him in the stomach.

"Oh, it's on boy, you don't know who you're dealing with."

"Yeah, I do. Come on let's see how tuff you really are without your posse." And he took another stab at him.

They took turns hitting each other. Finally Keith got a good lick and busted Derrick's lip. When he went to wipe off the blood he starred Keith down, "Is that all you got?" He reached over and picked Keith up, body slammed him into the side of the rock. Keith did not move. Blood oozed out the back of his head. "Let's see you get back up now."

Tracey stepped over towards him and felt the side of his neck for a pulse. "There's no pulse." He looked over at Derrick. "You gonna be all right man?"

"Yeah, everything is going to be all right now." He walked over to Addie who was still out cold. "I'm here baby, let's go home." He picked her up and carried her to a nearby clearing; both got into the chopper and headed for the hospital in Nashville.

"Get these guys out of here." Tracey ordered. Each of the men were given their rights then taken in the back of the FBI van. The flames were put out and some of the agents took pictures. One of the men noticed an awful decaying smell and followed the scent. He walked up to a cliff and when he peered down there were over a hundred skeleton bones shattered at the bottom of the ravine. "Hey Tracey, these guys were sick."

Tracey looked over the cliff then. He knew that half the girls or maybe all of the girls that were on his caseload were probably down there. It was going to be a long night and a long investigation.