Gone 5 Skye's POV My knees shook. Suddenly Chase grabbed me from behind and sat down in a chair, holding me in place on his lap as he took off his pants. He held me there for a minute and stood up, still holding me to his body. He shoved me into a bed in the corner of the room and before I could run he dived on top of me. I laid on the bed and felt him on top of me and I tried to squirm but held me down. He kissed me on the cheek, lips, and forehead. Chase looked into my eyes with a smug look on his face. He grabbed my bra straps. My eyes widened and I panicked trying to squirm away but he wouldn't let me. He pulled my bra off and then pulled off my underwear. My eyes watered and I began to cry. "PLEASE JUST STOP! I will do anything please please just STOP!" I yelled, with tears running down my face. Chase started at me still laying on me and put my bra and underwear back on me, and gave me my T-shirt and shorts. I shivered and he lunged at me, pushing me against the wall kissing me and stripping me again. He put his arms around my abdomen and he kept kissing me harder than ever, tongue touching mine and I squirmed. Suddenly I heard the door get kicked down and Chase chained me to a pipe on the wall and walked up to Blake, standing in the doorframe. Blake looked at me and then glared at Chase. "Your never getting her back. I could spend all night with her. She is smoking," Chase said and he whistled and winked at me. I glared at him. Blake's POV I kicked the door down. It was my last plan. I saw a teen in only his boxers and Skye, In just her bra and underwear, chained on a pipe so she couldn't move. The teen walked up to me and said some things. I kinda blocked it out with my own thoughts. Right when I saw him pushing Skye against the walk forcing a kiss upon her, I knew my plan. I looked at her again, she was crying and looking at the floor. Her face looked pale, she looked sad and hopeless. I wasn't leaving without her. I punched the guy in the face and ran over to Skye and unchained her with the tools I brought. The teen recovered and pushed her against the wall, his hand on her bra shoving her against the wall. He kicked me and kissed her again. I kicked him harder than I ever had before, and he fell down on the floor and I gave Skye her shirt and shorts. She threw them on and I ran, pulling her along behind me and jumped onto my bike and she held on behind me. She didn't speak a word as I pulled up to the address she gave me. It was a crime scene.