"What else could I have done!" Nick screamed at him. "I was free, I could have run, I could have hit one of them, I could have jumped out the goddam window, but I just sat there like an idiot! Obeyed their sick orders like a robot!" Tears were streaming down his face now. "I could have done something, any of you would have, I'm just a good for nothing chickenshit. And Kevin is probably dead because of me!" he sobbed.

"Nick, none of us know what we would have done if we were in your shoes. Damn, for all we know, we might be in the same situation before this is all over. We can't judge you. You did what you thought was right and best at the time." Brian said.

"Brian, I know you mean well, but please, just let me be!" Nick said quietly.

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Kevin tried to open his eyes. His eyelids felt so heavy, like they were made of lead, his head pounded, and his shoulder - God, it felt like it was on fire! "Where am I?" he thought. He shook his head and cried out from the fresh pain it brought to his shoulder.

"Kevin?"

Was that Aileen he heard? God, why couldn't he remember anything? Again.

"Kevin, are you alright? Talk to me, if you can baby, no one else is in here right now. It's okay."

It was Aileen. Slowly the memories of the day were sliding back into place. He tried to call out to her, but couldn't speak. He remembered Nick being in the room and calling out to him, after that was just pain. How much blood had he lost, he wondered. He tried to call out to her again and lost the battle. His eyes slowly drifted closed again.

"Well, my dear." Dean swept into the room again, glanced over at Kevin, and smirked. "Boyfriend still sleeping, I see. My, he missed a wonderful show." He sat down beside her on the bed. "You could have been a bit more enthusiastic about it though." He ran his hand along her cheek. "We might just have to have a repeat performance."

"No!" she said hoarsly. "You can't put Nick through that again!" She had heard him scream out that he wanted to die and it pierced her heart, he would never be the same after this, she thought sadly.

"Well, there are three other young men out there, you know." He leered at her and started moving his hand down to her breasts. She recoiled at his touch and tried to squirm out of his reach, but it was hopeless, she couldn't get away, her bonds were still tight.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked him. "How can you derive any pleasure from causing such pain to people?" He just looked at her with a smile on his face and moved his hand down lower. This made her furious, she called his name, and when he looked at her, she spat into his face. He didn't say a word, just stood up and turned away from her.

"That little bitch!" He wiped his face with one hand and pulled his gun out with the other one. He slowly turned back to her. "I was going to make you pay for that, but I think this will hurt you more than a bullet ever could, you bitch." With that, he turned and shot Kevin square in the chest. Aileen just stared and screamed, soundlessly, endlessly "Johnny!" Dean called out. One of the gunmen walked into the room. "You wanted a go at her. She's all yours. Do whatever you want to her. She won't resist now."