She could feel her insides churning, repulsed by the man who was now groping her and leaving sloppy kisses on her shoulder. She let out a fake moan to encourage him.

"Oh, that's what I like to hear." Morty gravelled.

He had crushed the blunt he was smoking earlier but the stench still lingered heavily in the air.

It didn't help that he was already frowsy. She almost gagged when his sloppy smackers trailed down her neck to her cleavage.

She moaned again. Her legs were tied to each leg of the chair, which made access easy for him.

As his hand slid down the top of her thigh then up between her legs. Then again, down her thigh, and up. Each time getting closer and closer to the hem of her shorts.

It was all she could do to keep a straight face and not scream. She felt dirty, vulnerable, and sick.

Much like she did when Barry would come into her room late at night and... No. She pushed the thought aside.

This time was different. She couldn't fight back then, but she could now.

Her thin white shirt offered no shield to the cold, which was why she shivered so much. And her nipples stood at attention through the material, but Morty thought it was because of him. He smirked every time Dahlia gasped. She only did when the regurgitation was at her throat and she was trying to hold it back.

Another stroke later and his index finger hooked onto her shorts and underwear waist. He attempted to drag them down but they didn't budge. He stood up in front of her. The sight of his tiny bulge would have been laughable if she wasn't in this predicament.

"You gotta un-tie my legs."

"No fucking way."

"Well how else will you get me to scream your name?" she said, rotating her hips slightly.

He shook his head. It's just my legs, my arms will still be tied. He hesitated still.

"Come on Morty, I'm still cold," she said in the sexiest voice she could muster. It's the same voice she used to seduce both Marcus and Juno. She could always get what she wanted with that tone of voice, and it still worked.

"Alright fine!"

He took his knife and cut her legs loose. To say it was a relief was an understatement. The ropes had been digging into her skin till they burned. No doubt that her ankles were bruised.

"Now where was I?" he said as he kneeled before her. He reached for her thighs.

There was no way Dahlia was going to let him touch her again. One swift kick to his genitals had him reeling. He grunted in pain.

"You bitch! I'm gonna fucking kill you!" His knife had fallen from his grasp.

She used her feet to slide it under her chair while he struggled to get up. His movement was sluggish. But as soon as he was almost up, she kicked him again, this time in the abdomen.

It wasn't as effective as before, his blubber-like stomach absorbed the impact.  Her legs were loose so she could stand slightly. Her knees were still bent and she was hunched over. The heavy wooden chair weighed her down severely.

"You are gonna regret that!" he said finally standing on his feet. He reached for his knife but it wasn't there.

He advanced towards her ready to knock her out. She dodged it barely and swung around so the chair struck him in the back.

He grunted as he stumbled towards the back wall. His back was turned so she took the opportunity to grab the knife.

She laid the chair on its back over the knife and tried to grab it with her bound hands. Her fingertips grazed the handle and it inched away.

"I am really going to enjoy killing you," Morty said as he turned to face her.

She knew she couldn't scream because the wrong people would be alerted. That was certain death. At least with Morty, she had a chance.

Before she could get up, he was over her. He punched her across her jaw once, twice. All while she was edging for the knife. He punched her again until blood spewed from her mouth and onto the concrete.

When she wasn't knocked out, he placed both hands around her neck and squeezed. Her airway tightened quickly and she already felt faint.

Her vision started to fade as she was so close to being unconscious. He lifted her neck and slammed her head down against the concrete floor.

If it wasn't for her will to live, she would have been dead already. The action caused the chair to move up slightly, shifting her hands closer to the knife.

She felt the blade right at her tips and pinched it between her fingertips. Morty kept squeezing her neck but she held on to life as much as she could. Trying to take in shallow breaths through her nose.

The blade was finally in her grasp. She flipped it so the sharp edge was against the ropes. It felt like eternity passed as she slid the knife along the rope to cut herself loose before the final pieces of reality slipped away.

"Why won't you fucking die?" Morty squeezed harder.

As soon as she was free, she slid the knife from beneath her and plunged it into his side.

His grip loosened and a look of shock riddled his face. She withdrew the knife and plunged it in his side again.

This time deeper than before, and again and again; each time watching the life slip away from him. He slumped over to the side and she pushed him off of her.

There was no time to linger. He lay dead on the floor. She had to find a way out.

~~~~

Dahlia sat there, staring at Morty's dead body. She had struggled to drag it to the corner behind the door. She was surprised that no one came in, with the huffing and puffing she was doing.

Then she checked the window to see if she could fit through it. She couldn't slip under the pane of the window. She was about to knock it out with the chair when she heard a groan.

Was it coming from Morty? He's alive? I thought I killed the son of bitch. She walked over to him slowly and cautiously, as if a sudden move would cause him to get up and attack her.

As she inched closer, she reached out to touch his shoulder and roll him over. Then there was a knock on the door.

"Morty? Your shift is over I'm a takeover watching the girl" the man from the other side of the door called. It was the other man that had been guarding her before. She remembered his voice.

Dahlia stood to the side behind the door when she heard it unlocking.

She still had Morty's knife in hand. His blood still coated the blade. The door swung open and he stepped inside.

He didn't see the blood on the floor immediately.

"What the fuck?" He noticed that the chair was empty.

"Morty?" the man called out.

Morty groaned again. The man had walked further inside and spun around when he heard the noise.

He reached for his sidearm but before he could grab it, Dahlia charged towards him; wildly swinging the knife back and forth but he dodged her. He was quick.

She didn't stop until he was up against the back wall. She swung again and he caught her arm and elbowed her in the nose.

She stumbled backwards, almost losing her footing. He took the opportunity to land punch across her jaw and she fell to the floor.

She heard a click. She looked up and saw the barrel of the gun aimed at her forehead.

"Your time's up bitch."

This was it. This was the end for her. In that moment she thought about the only two people that she really loved in this cruel world, her brothers.

She saw Darius' smile and Devin's infamous smirk and she could only hope that they would be alright.

If she was any other person, she would have cowered in the corner,  begged for her life. But she wouldn't give this asshole the satisfaction.

She stared him dead in the eyes and waited for him to do it. Pull the trigger and end her miserable life that was plagued by pain and tragedy. She watched him inhale, he was gonna do it but was interrupted by a knock on the already opened door.

"Hey, it's time" she spun around. She recognized that voice, she didn't see the face but she knew the voice too well. Marcus?