"I warned you we'd meet again, Hayden."

Hayden retreats, her eyes full of disgust, she holds her white towel firmly around her body. She feels her heart begin to get excited, it beats hard, so much so that she wonders if Harrison can hear it. She feels she is going to do cardiac arrest. She leaves nothing to appear but she is completely panicked.

Harrison quietly removes his coat with a smile and puts it on the sofa. He wears a classic black suit. He quietly watches the living-room, heading for the little liquor bar. He takes a bottle of whiskey in his hands and examines it carefully as if he were at his home and that the situation was quite normal.

While he isn't watching her, Hayden walks slowly, and as silently as possible, towards the phone at the other end of the room. She must get to join Oliver or the police. She knows very well that Harrison will not let her go. She feels her rapid breathing as she moves like a feline trying not to make noise so as not to scare his prey.

"I never imagined that Oliver was an expert in whiskey, he has good tastes, it's undeniable," said Harrison contemplating a bottle.

He doesn't even bother to look at Hayden while talking, so she keeps moving to the phone. She feels the baby give her blows, she places a hand on her belly. He must feel that she is in a state of stress. She continues to walk silently, she will soon reach the phone. But the baby gives her a blow in the bladder and Hayden is forced to stop to catch her breath and refrain from moaning slightly in pain.

"And I have to admit that he has a very good taste for women too," Harrison continues, slowly turning his head toward her.

By the time Harrison's eyes land on her, Hayden is right next to the phone. She tries to catch the handset quickly as he reaches her at full speed to stop her. He voluntarily drops the phone ashore and crushes it violently with his foot. He grabs Hayden by the wrists and tilts her on the ground, he finds himself on top of her.

"Oh no, this time Oliver can't protect you, princess," he whispers, caressing her cheek gently. "It's just you and me."

Hayden struggles under him, trying to push him away, shaking her head in every direction, groaning with displeasure. Feeling him so close to her, on her, with his predatory gaze which caught his prey, deeply disgusted her. He grabs her wrists and holds them over her head to keep her from moving.

"But it's we have a strong character in what I see," he said, apparently amused by the situation. He bites his lower lip slightly. "I like it even more."

He straightened slightly on his hands, slowly removing the white towel that covered Hayden's nakedness. She finds herself completely naked under the gaze of his aggressor who admires every part of her body. Hayden feels the tears invade her eyes. She feels suddenly dirty under the eyes of this man. She closes her eyes for a moment, hoping that all this is only a dream, but reality catches up with her when she sees Harrison's face as she opens her eyelids again.

"Don't hurt my baby, please," Hayden pleaded, a tear running down her cheek, her voice cracking. "I'll give you what you want..."

"But it's you I want, Hayden," he nods, laughing lightly, as if what she had just said was stupid. "Of course I could have been sweeter, everything could have been better, but no, you refused my proposal, I have no choice but to be more insistent."

As he relaxes his grip slightly, Hayden pulls out of his arms and tries to walk away crawling on her belly. She tries to drag herself up to the fireplace to catch a metal pick. But Harrison grabs her by the hair and violently bangs her head against the ground to dissuade her from going further.

"Why so much violence Hayden?" He asks. He turns her over on her back and repositions on her. "You just have to let yourself go."

"You disgust me," she says with contempt. She spits him in the face and he catches her brutally by the neck. She feels blood flowing down her eye, she must surely have the eyebrow open.

"Then my touch disgusts you," he begins to kiss her in the neck and Hayden feels sick just to feel his mouth on her skin. "While that of a killer excites you, who is the most disturbed of us both?"

Hayden doesn't answer. She feels the tears flowing down her cheeks. She tries with all her strength to think of Oliver as the disgusting hands of her aggressor run through her breasts and his mouth presses firmly against hers.

"I thought you liked the strong way," he continues as she hears him unbutton his pants. She closes her eyes, she knows what will happen but she can't detach herself from his grip, he is too strong. "Is that what you like about Oliver, that he fucks you hard?"

He forces her to spread the thighs with one of his legs so that he can position himself correctly, ready to rape her. She tries to defend herself but he serves his fingers around her neck, she almost suffocates.

"Or should I say BloodyFace?" He asks as he enters her brutally, snatching a cry of pain from her. Hayden let her emotions overwhelm her, she weeps as he unleashes in her. Every hip shot is a pain. To alleviate the pain she tries to think of Oliver, but nothing does. She would like to die.

"Help me!" She screams, but she knows that there is little chance for someone to hear her. "Oliver!"

"No, he's not here this time," Harrison groaned, putting a hand on Hayden's mouth to silence her. "Nobody will come to your rescue, it's sad."

While he has a hand on her mouth to stifle her cries, Hayden shakes her head and she suddenly bites his hand, as hard as she can. Harrison howls with pain and loosens his grip. She grabs him violently by the hair and pulls his head to tip him to the side. She pushes him back brutally with her legs and he rolls to the side, ending his way against the fireplace.

Hayden crawls with all her might to the coffee table where she grabs the ashtray that was placed on it. She heard Harrison coming towards her. As she turns to see where he is, he grabs her ankle to draw her back to him. Hayden struggles, kicking him to let go. He shoots a blow and she finds herself under him, as he wraps his hand around her throat, Hayden hits him with the ashtray. He topples to the side and howls with rage.

She gets to stand up, she has to get out of here, get rid of this sick man. She straddles his body on the floor quickly to head for the front door, but he quickly gets up and grabs her by the hair.

"You little bitch!" He yelled as he pushed her towards the liquor bar. She collapses against the large shelf, bottles bursting on the floor.

While she is on the ground, Hayden grabs a bottle of whiskey intact and as Harrison kneels down to her, she breaks the bottle on his head. He collapses to the ground under the shock, Hayden grabs a piece of glass from one of the bottles and plants it in his throat. He opens his eyes wide, shocked, he carries a hand to his throat that begins to empty of his blood.

"You dirty asshole!" Yelled Hayden, tears streaming down her cheeks. The living room suddenly silent, Harrison choking in his own blood.

She collapses with grief, lying on the ground, she weeps all the tears of her body. She lays her hands on her belly, she feels the baby moving, thank god. She feels so dirty, as if part of herself was destroyed. She has stiffness all over her body and her crotch has made her incredibly suffer from the assault of her rapist.

Hayden stays there, shocked, unable to move. She confines herself to a feeling of shame and pain. Another man abused her.

What will Oliver think?

She feels so disgusting that she wouldn't bear that he looks at her.

Nothing will be the same as before.