Blair gasped as she felt Luke pull her pants and underwear down, exposing her to the cool air before his hard length pressed against her entrance. She didn't have time to protest or even register what was happening; all she could think about was the pleasure that coursed through her body as he thrust into her from behind. The sensation was intense and overwhelming, but it only served to heighten her confusion and paranoia. "Mmm..." she moaned, arching her back into him.

"Ahh!" Blair cried out as Luke thrust into her, his movements growing faster and harder. The pleasure was overwhelming, but it didn't feel quite real to her. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was just imagining everything - the baby, Luke, this whole situation. As they continued to make love, her thoughts drifted back to the imaginary guests and the food she was cooking for them.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt the tiny sucking sensation on her nipples. It was an unnatural feeling, wrong... but there was something about it that made her body respond in a strange way. A shiver ran down her spine, and her hips twitched involuntarily. She tried to struggle against the invisible restraints once more, her voice hoarse from all the screaming.

"No... this isn't right..." she gasped, tears streaming down her face. "

Her cries escalated into shrieks as she felt another set of lips wrap around her other nipple. She tried to squirm and twist away from the sensation, but it was no use. Her body betrayed her, responding in ways that made no sense in this nightmarish reality. The room spun around her, colors bleeding into one another as she fought for consciousness.

"No... let me go..." she whimpered weakly, tears blurring her vision. "Please..."

Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt the tiny sucking sensation on her nipples. It was an unnatural feeling, wrong... but there was something about it that made her body respond in a strange way. A shiver ran down her spine, and her hips twitched involuntarily. She tried to struggle against the invisible restraints once more, her voice hoarse from all the screaming.

"No... this isn't right..." she gasped, tears streaming down her face. "

Her cries escalated into shrieks as she felt another set of lips wrap around her other nipple. She tried to squirm and twist away from the sensation, but it was no use. Her body betrayed her, responding in ways that made no sense in this nightmarish reality. The room spun around her, colors bleeding into one another as she fought for consciousness.

"No... let me go..." she whimpered weakly, tears blurring her vision. "Please..."

Her body arches in agony as he continues to violate her; she feels his seed spilling into her once more. Her mind snaps, shattering under the weight of his twisted reality and her own delusions. A scream rips through her throat, raw and primal, as she finally breaks from his grip. She scrambles away from him, sobbing hysterically, her vision blurred by tears.

"No..." she whispers hoarsely. "You're not real... none of this is real..." But even as she says it, she knows that somewhere deep down, the truth remains: he has hurt her; taken from her everything that mattered. And now she's alone with the broken pieces, trying desperately to put herself back together again.

Her eyes widen with horror as she hears his words; they twist the knife in her already gaping wound. She looks at him, this man who was once her husband and best friend, and sees only a monster. A demon that has taken everything from her and left her broken and empty.

With a shaking hand, she reaches up to touch her face, feeling the wetness of tears on her cheeks. "No..." she whispers hoarsely. "You're not real... this isn't happening..." But deep down, she knows it is; she can feel his weight pressing down on her, hear his voice echoing through her mind. And as she struggles to escape from the nightmare that has become her life, one thought remains: she needs help. She needs someone to save her from this hellish existence... but who? Who will believe her?

She turned her head slowly, looking around the room until she found ben sitting in the chair next to their bed, holding Alex close against his chest. Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw them both there, safe and sound despite everything that had happened.

"Ben..." She whispered his name, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own ragged breathing. "I'm... I'm sorry."

Slowly, she pushed herself into a sitting position, wincing as her tired muscles protested. She took a deep breath and then another before finally mustering up the strength to climb out of bed and make her way over to them. As she reached out to take Alex from ben 's arms, he hesitated for just a moment before relinquishing his son back into her care.

"I... I'll take it from here," she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. "You should go get some rest."