Woah another update (two months later) ? I'm a , I'm not kidding, I moved halfway across the country… And I want a nap- Always. Anyhow I cranked this mother trucker out in one day! Here it is loves!

ALSO TRIGGER WARNING!

"Andrea, honestly do you think this is funny? I am a mess right now, where in the blazes are you?" Miranda hissed into her cell before hanging up, and tossing it into the drawer of her desk. Emily hadn't been able to find her second assistant for more than 3 hours and Miranda couldn't see straight, she was a mix of worried and livid.

"Emily" Miranda spoke softly, pushing her bangs from her face and swiveling in her chair to face the skyline, not wanting her assistant to know her eyes were still filled with tears. "Is there a reason you've yet to find Andrea?"

"Wakey wakey, Miss Andy." Sam smiled down at the beautiful woman laying on the bed in his apartment, Nate was due back any moment with that soup she liked and some ginger ale, her stomach would probably be upset, Nate had said she always got that way in unfamiliar situations, and boy would this be a new one for her.

Andy's eyes blinked open, her eyelids feeling heavy, her arms tied back against the mattress she was laying on.

"Andy, wake up doll face, Nate will be home soon, he'll be very excited to see you, very happy that he saved you from that woman." Sam had always loved Andy, and truth be told, she was probably too good for his nephew, but Nate loved her.

"What?" Her voice was full of gravel and her throat burned, "What, Sam?" She blinked again, trying to find her bearings, feeling her legs barely being able to move them, "What's happening?"

Just then, Nate pushed in the door. "Andy" He grinned, seeing his love lying on the bed, ropes wrapped around her wrists and ankles, his member already hardening in anticipation. "Sam, be a pal and run out to the car, get the rest of the groceries." He nods, pressing a kiss to Andy's forehead and patting Nate on his shoulder as he walks out of the door.

"Andy… Andy… Andy…" Nate tuts as he walks around the bed she's chained to, a huge smirk on his face. "Look at you, so… helpless." He snorts, "I got you some gingerale and a mars bar, I know how much you love them… I mean it's obvious." He laughs and runs his hand across her thighs, "Have you gained weight again?" Andy blushed and squeezed her eyes shut, she wasn't fat- Miranda had said so.

"Miranda," Nigel walked through his boss and friend's office door, "We found her." He says to the back of a regal white head. Her chair spins at an alarming rate and her blue eyes are surrounded by red, water still swimming in them.

"How? Where is she? Is she okay?" Miranda's brain was moving too fast, she would vomit, or at least pass out if she didn't calm down.

"Her cell phone, rather ever Runway employee's cell phone is fitted with a GPS tracker, which our tech guys can locate." She nods, "As for where, she's in a warehouse district, one that holds car parts, why she's there- I have no idea, and beyond that, we don't know because I told them I needed to tell you before we did anything."

Miranda takes in a shaky breath, "He got her, that rat bastard got her again, Nigel, and I couldn't stop him!" She growls, her eyes turning from sorrow to white hot fury. "Call 911 to meet at her location, and then get Roy to drive me to that hell hole." She stands, pushing past him and out into the lobby, "Roy's downstairs." She hears distantly on her way into the elevator.

"Nate" Andy whimpers, his hands rubbing down the outside of her legs, caressing her ankles and then trailing them up to the apex of her thighs, she sounds pitiful, exactly how she feels.

"Andrea." He mocks, using the pronunciation only one woman had ever used. "You're disgusting." He growled, "But, I'm such a kind, caring person, so if you beg me, I'll take your worthless, disgusting self, back. On two conditions, the first being you have to quit Runway, and the second is that you have to tell Miranda, in person, that you hate her, and never want to see her again." He chuckles as he caresses her panties, "Tell me Andy, how you love me, how you need me… Beg me to take you back." He growls, pushing his hand into her panties.

Andy sobs, her body feeling like thousands of bugs are crawling all over it, she is disgusted, with herself mostly, for ever thinking she was good enough for the white haired goddess. "P-please!" Her voice broke, the tears pouring down her cheeks, "Take me back! I'll do anything for you!" She cries, her body starting to shake as he pushes a finger inside of her, she was going to vomit, "I'll do it! Please!"

A sickly smile quickly covers his face and he rips her panties off and crawls on top of her his penis already out, and rigid.

Sam's head shot up, there was a knock at the door of the warehouse, everyone that would need to be here, or even knew where this place was, had a key.

"Samuel Cooper, this is the police! Open up!" A male cop yells from the other side of the thick door. Sam knew he wouldn't be able to break it down, but he also knew they could get a locksmith there quickly.

"Shit… Nate!" Sam yelled as he walked back into the back room. "The cops are here, Nate, what do you want to do?"

Nate's smile once again grew, a gnarly look coming over his face. "Hand me my gun, then let one in. I want to talk." As Sam nods, Andy's eyes widen, "G-gun?"

"What is taking so long!?" Miranda whispers into the ear of Detective Elliot Stabler, "It's been ages! He isn't going to open the door!"

"Miss Priestley, please, I promise we're going to get her out, I know it's hard to wait, but let us do our jobs."

Miranda sighed and walked back over to where the other detective, Olivia Benson stood.

"Hello detective." Nate smirks as Elliot walks into the back room, Sam already being in handcuffs outside. "We're going to play a game, and figure out who is dying today." He laughs as he empties all but one bullet from his gun, "Drop your weapon and come here."

Elliot's mind is racing, he knows he really didn't have a choice, he dropeed his weapon and kicked it across the room, back by the door. "Fine, Mr. Cooper, Nate, why don't you just let Andy go, hmm?" The poor woman was lying on the bed, wrists and ankles bound to the iron rod bed, her clothes torn around her, only in her panties. She was shivering, both from fear and the fact it was only about 52 in here.

Nate smirked, "She's not going anywhere! She's MINE!" He growls as he slaps her face roughly, "She is mine! I own her! You tell him Andy! You tell him that you want to stay here with me!" He keeps screaming, "TELL HIM!"

A whimper escapes the young woman's throat, "I-I-I'm happy here, I don't… I don't need to go." Nate leans over to kiss her deeply, in that moment, Elliot jumped into action, yanking his arms back and cuffing him, pushing him onto the ground, he pulls off his jacket and drapes it over the shivering woman, "Just a moment Andy, hang in there."

"No!" She screamed, "I don't want her anywhere near me!" Tears were falling down Andrea's pale cheeks, seeing Miranda would be too much right now, She couldn't force herself to tell her that she was so weak, that she was raped again, and used, dirty and disgusting.

"Andy…" Olivia gave the scared girl a sweet smile and brushed some of her hair back, "She's worried about you, pacing the halls, she really wants to see if you're okay." Andy nods, "F-fine, but… Only for a moment."

"Andrea…" Miranda's voice breaks as she rushes into the hospital room, using her fingers to shakily caress the side of Andy's face. "My darling…" Tears fill her icy eyes.

"Miranda, I'm quitting Runway… A-and I h-hate you." She whimpers, "I don't need you or want you around anymore." She turns her head to the side, shivers overtaking her body.

The editor sighs softly, "Darling… I know he made you say that… I know you don't mean it." She sits cautiously on the edge of the bed, in case Andrea really was sending her away, "Come here, let me hold you." Andy whimpers once again before turning and burying her head into Miranda's belly.

"I'm s-sorry Mira! I didn't m-mean to do it! I didn't mean to do it again!" She sobs as Miranda shushs her and pulls her fingers through Andy's gorgeous hair. "My darling, none of this is your fault, I'm the one who is sorry for not protecting you, I am never letting you out of my sight again!" Miranda spoke loudly, cuddling her head closer into her body.

"Yes Miranda" Andy whispered softly, Miranda's lips curved slowly up into a smile.

Not going to lie, I hate this chapter, but I needed to update- so here you are, loves!