The door creaks open, and the kidnapper strides into the room. He's carrying something in his hand, which he tosses to Robbin. It's a syringe filled with clear liquid. "Give her this," he says gruffly, not meeting either of your eyes. "It'll help with the pain."

Robbin swallows hard, then takes the syringe and hands it to you. "Here Meepy... it might make you feel better..."

You grab the syringe with your good arm, wincing at the pain it causes. "W-what is this? Y-you're not going to...?" You look up at Robbin, panic in your eyes.

Robbin shakes his head slowly. "No, no, he just wants you to feel better while... while he does whatever he's planning." He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself before continuing. "Here, let me help you."

The kidnapper's eyes widen in surprise as he sees your exposed, bleeding body. He takes a step back, his breathing labored as he tries to compose himself. After several long moments, he finally speaks. "You would do that?" he asks hoarsely.

"Yes," you croak out. "Please...just don't kill me..." You close your eyes and wait, bracing yourself for his response.

As you lay there, waiting, the killer approaches you slowly, his hands trembling with anticipation. He looks down at your exposed, battered body and then up at your face, his eyes filled with a mix of revulsion and excitement.

With a sudden jerk, he rips off what's left of your skirt and pants, leaving you completely bare from the waist down. The cold concrete floor feels like ice against your skin as he pulls himself up and positions himself above you.