A/N: this chapter is VERY graphic. I'm rated M for a reason! As always, I hope you enjoy this story, and let me know what you think of it!

I woke in a cold hospital room. The walls were painfully white and the room smelled of high powered bleach. I vaguely remembered the night before- I had been walking through Atlanta… My eyes flew open. Oh, god no. I felt down my body and the hospital gown… I couldn't think of it. My mind was trying to force me to remember. I looked down at my hand and saw an IV. I tried my hardest to concentrate on that pain and not the growing one in my face. Or the one down lower.

Anger ripped through me. What in the world had I done to deserve this? Where had my friends been? And where were they now? How could they leave me like this, all broken and alone? Was I not worth their time? Did they really think so little of me? All these thoughts went through my mind at the same time. What hospital was I even at? I lifted my head and looked out the door. There were three uniforms guarding the door. Maybe that explained something.

"HEY!" I shouted. I really wanted some answers. But the shout caused ripples of pain down my throat. The men didn't budge. "I SAID HEY!"

Finally one of them looked back at me and nudged his partner. They exchanged a few words and then walked in my room. For some unknown reason, my pulse sped up and it became hard to breathe. I had read about this in medical texts, but I refused to let this happen. They were cops, for fuck's sake. There's absolutely nothing to be afraid of here.

"Good morning, miss Peters." The bigger of the two smiled at me. "How are you doing this morning?"

A laugh bubbled in my throat. "How do you think I'm doing, sir?"

"Fair enough." The cop continued to smile at me and the bubbling laugh had turned into something deep and sarcastic.

"I know what you want to ask me," I said as tears ran down my face. I was able to bring the laughing to a halt.

"Yes, Ma'am?" The officer made it a question.

"You want to know the horrors of what happened last night." As broken as I felt right now, I also wanted those bastards to pay. I wanted them to feel the same pain that I did, but I knew that wasn't possible.

"I know it's hard, but yes." Up until now, this cop hadn't spoken. He was a brute of a man. And he was a little more than intimidating. I was almost scared of him.

"I suppose this shit is never easy, is it, sir?" The fear of reliving this jumped into my throat. I clasped my hands together. My palms were damp. I should just dive into this, right?

Ami was doing my hair. I was a little on the sloppy side when it came to primping and stuff. All of my friends called me a bookworm, and they'd be right. I was at the top of my class in medical school. The summer break meant that I got a little bit of a rest and I wanted to make the most of it. Tonight we were going Downtown. Ami swore by this new club and I'd be damned if I didn't go at least once.

"Chill, Lay." She scolded as I jumped. She wasn't very gentle. As much as I loved this girl, she had no grace. It made me laugh. This was why I was the surgical intern. Ami had chosen Pediatrics. It suited her, she was amazing with kids. And me? I was good at cutting. It was my passion, and I was well on my way to being the best.

It seemed like it took forever. But finally I was ready, and Ames started working on herself. I never got this part of club life. I wasn't a big drinker but I'd dance my ass off .

The sultry sound of The Weeknd blared through the speakers. I can't feel my face when I'm with you. Ami was behind me, I was grinding on her. Together we were invincible. Or so we thought. I looked around the room. I didn't want to go home alone tonight. I locked eyes with these beautiful blues across the room. I smiled at the man, who was equally gorgeous. I beckoned him over to join me and Ami. That was the beginning of my end.

The next thing I know, I'm wrapped up in his arms. He, I hadn't had a chance to ask his name, had his hand over my mouth to stifle my screams.

"Essere tranquillo bella ragazza." The words coming out of his mouth made me hate the Italian language. No, I wouldn't be quiet. Had he lost his fucking mind? I continued to scream uselessly into his hand.

"Puttana! Arresto!" To punctuate his sentence, he delivered a swift slap to my face as he shoved me into his car. I wanted to fight. The baby blues I had connected with now held a dark edge. I couldn't deny the attractiveness of the man standing in front of me. He was everything I hoped for in a man, yet he still utterly repulsed me. The Italian he spoke was so fluid it had to be his first language. The smile he showed me was disgusting. I hated it with all of my being. I didn't understand why my body was reacting the opposite of how I wanted it to. "We're going to have a good time tonight, lovely."

I shook in my seat. Any time with him was going to be awful. He drove us away from the club. I watched as my surroundings became less and less familiar. How was anyone going to find me? How long was this man going to lay claim to me, to my body? Would I come out with full use of my body? And would he just kill me to get it over with? I let out a terrified moan. All I heard from him was a laugh. He was enjoying this. That fucker was enjoying breaking me.

It didn't take long to get to what I'm assuming is his house. He got out of the car and walked over to my door. I tried to kick him. He caught my right foot and twisted it viciously. A scream peeled through my lips. After that I let him pick me up and carry me inside. Maybe if I didn't resist he'd go easy on me? I knew that wasn't true.

The inside of the house smelled like piss. The odor was so pungent that it made me gag. Mr Italy kept me held tight to him until we made it through the doorway. He threw me down on the floor. HARD. I tried to scramble away, but his foot connected with my stomach.

"UNF." The force of his kick sent me across the floor.

"It'd be best if you didn't try to fight me, little one." A sickening smile spread across his face once more and I was frozen with fear. This man meant to hurt me. Maybe even maim me. I was subdued at that point. "Good girl."

He reached down and forced me to my feet. His hands rested at the base of my spine as he guided me to the wall. Roughly, he shoved me against it. I whimpered. The noise must have angered him. He moved one of his hands up to the base of my neck and squeezed hard, but not hard enough to seriously injure me.

"You're going to take this like the little bitch you are." The words resonated deep in my stomach. I swallowed. Fear was a thing now, a palpable, tangible thing. His hand moved from the base of my neck around to the front. His other hand was starting to unbutton my pants… I started fighting then. I didn't pay attention to the growing pressure around my neck. I bucked against him and tried to get a foot in his crotch. He didn't seem all that fazed by my outburst. He yanked me back and threw me away from him. The hand coming at me this time was clenched, and it connected with my jaw. I saw stars.

When I woke up, Italy was standing on top of me. He had undressed me by this point. I groaned in pain. I knew I had fucked up but I wasn't just going to take it. Now I had no choice. He had tied me to a table, I was on my stomach. My arms and legs were stretched out. I couldn't move. I could do nothing for myself. Panic set in. I couldn't stop him, I didn't stop him. Oh god.

Cold metal ran along my thighs. A blade nicked my ass cheek. A knife! What the fuck was he going to do with a knife?! My heart sped up. Being aware of this… I didn't know what would be better. Please, God, if there is one, get me out of here! A sadistic laugh peeled through his lips. He was enjoying the bloodshed. Tears fell down my cheeks onto the table. Please no.

All I felt next was something that made me shrivel inside. His hard on was pressed against my leg, and his face was by my ear.

"I bet you can't wait for this, puttana." He chuckled. "But I want to have a little fun first. Do you like my knife?"

My eyes widened as he brought it into view. I shook my head fervently. No, fuck no I didn't like his knife. His free hand was trailing from my ass cheek in between my legs. I froze. Frantically I tried to pull my legs together. He wouldn't go there, I wouldn't let him! But my effort was useless. My legs were restrained.

With a burst of violence, he shoved his fingers inside me. The pain was white hot. Blinding. I was so dry. There was no lubrication. I tried to move away from him. He laughed in my ear. I tried again to at least get onto my knees. All that did was give him better access. I groaned. I felt the hilt of the knife circle my ass. Oh fuck.

"NOSTOPPLEASE!" My words all jumbled together in a scream as he buried the hilt inside my ass.

"What's wrong, lovely? You don't like how I play?" I could feel the precum dripping off his dick onto my foot. "I think I'm going to leave that there. Maybe you'll be a good girl then."

He kept his fingers buried inside ne as he undid my restraints with the other. I wasn't going to fight him. I wasn't sure what fighting him would mean at this point. He picked me up by my vagina. The pain.. I don't think I know what pain is anymore. It had just become my reality. He shoved me against the wall which only caused the knife to go further into me. I couldn't even acknowledge it anymore. I just wanted this to end.

"What's wrong, lovely? Did I finally break you?" something about that comment..

"You'll never break me you sonofabitch." I snarled at him. He laughed and put his hand on top of my head.

"If you bite, you won't have teeth in the morning, dove."

I was now face to face with his penis. I laughed. How fucking ironic. Two hours ago I wanted to get in bed with this monster. He popped my mouth open with the hand he removed from me. I could smell myself on him. He didn't deserve that intimacy. But there was really nothing intimate about this, was there? I was hyper aware of the knife still buried inside me as he shoved his dick in my mouth. I immediately started choking. He was already at the base of my throat. I was begging for some sort of reprieve. So I did what my gut told me not to do. I bit his dick as hard as I could. I heard a mangled scream come from him and my world went black as a knee connected with my jaw.

"You fucking cunt!" those were the first words I heard as I came to. He hadn't removed the knife, just sat there nursing his injured penis. I felt a burst of pride. The pain in my jaw barely registered. He walked over to me and forced me onto my back. I screamed as the knife bit in deeper. "I hope it splinters inside you, cunt."

He braced himself above me and held my hands over my head. No, no no. He was coming.. NO! He pushed himself into me in a swift motion. The grunts coming from him turned my stomach. My body, thank god, was doing nothing to ease his passage. I wanted him to know how repulsed I was by him. The man bounced a little on top of me. I knew what that was for. I cringed and tried to keep my ass off the floor.

"Stop trying to move, bitch." He freed up one of his hands to slap me. I stopped moving. He continued to rut around on top of me, moaning like this was getting him off. Tears slid down my face. Nothing like this was ever supposed to happen to me. Would I ever be able to have sex again? Doubts filled my head as the pain increased. The knife was at a point where it was starting to slice me open. Italy knew it, too. Slowly, I began to lose consciousness. I welcomed it this time.

I was crying as I recounted the last of the story to the cops. The pain from the knife was the loudest pain I felt. i had been torn open from the inside out. Bent, used and broken. But I wasn't going to let that stop me. What was that saying? I'm not a victim. I'm a survivor.