Authors Note: Well I said it would be in Cath’s POV and it is. Be forewarned, there is some violent content in this chapter (and right after I just changed the rating). Thanks to Marita for being just being totally cool. And thanks to Kim who bears with my constant rantings about CSI even though she doesn’t understand why I am so obsessed with it.

Chapter five- The Eyes of a Madman

*pain*

Aching; throbbing; piercing pain. It hurt so bad that Catherine could barely open her eyes. It seemed like she had lain there in engulfed in total blackness for hours. Finally putting the pain in the back of her mind, she forced them open and glanced around trying to get her bearings straight. Sadly she found the room to be as black and hellish as her thoughts.

“ Catherine! You’re awake.” A husky voice hissed as her kidnapper entered the room.

“My apologies for the restraints, but you never be to careful when it comes to this sort of thing.” She could smell his foul stench in the humid air as he moved steadily closer to her. Soon his face was just inches away from hers. She tried to scream out but no words would come out of her mouth.

“Shh shh, no need to talk. This won’t take very long. I promise you’ll enjoy every minute of it.”

Slowly his hands moved down to her waist, unbuttoning her pants and pulling them down. His dirty hands roughly caressed her bare legs. Catherine fought to be free of her bonds. The handcuffs bit hard against her wrists, making them raw and bloody. A sense of pure terror began building inside of her.

.“You sent me to prison, my own personal hell. You stripped me of my livelihood. Now it’s time for me to take yours away.”

At that moment Catherine wished he had killed her back at the CSI lab. His hot breath was hitting her neck in waves. The haunted look in his eyes seared itself into her memory. She could not look at him as he slipped off her panties. He was inside of her. Thrusting again and again. She felt the pain explode as she tried to resist. Kicking; screaming; whatever she could do to break free of his grasp.

“Don’t bother resisting. You don’t want me to have to use excessive force to break do you? Because you’re mine now and I will use any means necessary to get you to bend to my wishes.”

“I will never bend to your will!” she spat back. Suddenly he grabbed her shoulders, shoving her back against the wall.

“BITCH! YOU FUCKING WHORE! YOU WILL DO EXACTLY WHAT I TELL YOU TOO! I OWN YOU NOW! YOU HEAR THAT! DO YOU FUCKING HEAR THAT?!” he screamed, slamming her petite form into the wall repeatedly.

“They will find me. I’ll bet Grissom is already looking for me.” she grimaced still refusing to look at him square in the face.

“ Grissom?! You’re never going to see your precious Grissom ever again I’m afraid! I put him on ice for a while to say the least. Now! Shut the hell up and stay still! You don’t want me to have to use all my little play toys early do you??” She saw him grab a small syringe off of the nearby dresser. She could only guess what the contents were.

“ See I learned a lot of things about you while I was locked up. Your marriage; your career; your likes; your dislikes; it’s all right here in my head. Somewhere I recall a nasty habit for cocaine. I thought it would be appropriate for this particular occasion. It’s a homebrew. I made it myself. I was saving this for later…but it may just be necessary to use it now. What do you think??” He waved the syringe in front of her face. Violently she shook her head no.

“Please don’t.” she pleaded in a small almost inaudible voice

“Well I think we have conflicting points of view.”

She felt the cold needle plunge into her arm. Within minutes her thoughts were becoming fuzzy. Images of her daughter, her friends; of Grissom faded into the dark swirling abyss.

End of chapter five

I know its damn short….again! I’ll try to make it longer next chapter.