Violet's world is reduced to the two sources of pain that consume her. She tries to shut out everything else, focusing on simply enduring the agony that their captor has inflicted upon them both. Her mother looks on helplessly, tears streaming down her face as she watches her daughter suffer in this unimaginable way.

"Please," Violet whispers through gritted teeth, "stop." But their captor only laughs darkly, continuing his brutal assault without mercy.

HELEN's heart shatters at the sight of her daughter's tortured expression. She tries to close her eyes, trying to block out the horror show that their captor has made of their lives. Tears stream unchecked down her cheeks as she sobs helplessly, knowing that there is nothing she can do to save Violet from this nightmare.

Their captor grins, enjoying the suffering he's inflicted upon them both. "I think it's time for a little change,"

HELEN: "I love you too, sweetie," she whispers hoarsely as she's forced to watch her daughter be violated before her eyes. Her fingers dig into Violet's hips, holding her steady for their captor as he takes what he wants from both of them.

VIOLET: Tears stream down her face, mingling with the man's seed as it fills her mouth and spills down her throat.

HELEN: "Shhh..." she whispers, trying to soothe her daughter as the man finishes and spills his seed over Violet's face and hair. Her hands move gently through Violet's hair, wiping away some of the mess as best she can, careful not to make things worse.

VIOLET: "Mom..." She sniffles, looking up at Helen with red-rimmed eyes. "I'm sorry."

HELEN: Violet... I'm so sorry. Just hold on, baby. We'll find a way out of this together.

VIOLET: her breath catches as Hannah touches her in a way that feels... unexpectedly good. She can't help but moan, despite the situation. Her body is betraying her mind, and she hates herself for enjoying it HELEN: Violet! No! You have to fight this! It's not right!

VIOLET: (whimpers in fear) N-no... please stop... I don't want this...

VIOLET: (sobs uncontrollably) No... please stop... I don't want this... It hurts... Mom, help me...

HELEN: "Ne t'en fais pas, chérie," Helen says softly, kissing Violet's hand. "C'est juste que... on a tous des fantasmes secrets." She pauses, feeling the heat in her cheeks. "Mais on ne les réalise pas avec un étranger."

VIOLET: "Right..." she says, still not quite able to shake the memory of what happened earlier. "Well... thanks for understanding."

HELEN: "Of course, sweetie," she says, giving Violet's hand another squeeze before letting go. They both lie back on their pillows, the weight of the night's events finally starting to settle in as they drift off to sleep, their hearts still racing from the events that transpired earlier.

Their dreams are filled with strange and vivid images: hands caressing skin, bodies moving together in perfect harmony, moans echoing through the night.FIN