You don't know the complete lay out of the house and you also don't really know Lilith excessively well to judge how "tough" she actually is. For all you know she's got some sort of GZ martial arts training especially given what she's revealed about what insidious practices they're doing.

You also don't know much about her brother, but he's probably a damn psycho. If you threatened his sister, he might be capable of anything; you know how close the Morningstar family tends to be after all…

Also, so far this week, every time you've "asserted" yourself, it's gone very badly. Might be better to at least wait a while and see if a better opportunity comes along and get a feel for this place first.

Lilith undoes your straps and you're soon free. You sit up, stretch and try to maintain composure that you're not still scared about all this.

"I know the first time we met you were having problems walking by yourself. You okay to do that now? Not still feeling wobbly or anything?"
"I believe I'm fine. Just very nervous about all this."
"Don't be nervous. As I said, follow the rules and you'll be fine. If you're worrying about catching the madness that the town has, well like I said, you're probably fine, but even if you aren't I've got a few things that might help. You ready to go?"
"Yeah I guess." You say and Lilith leads you out the door.

When you exit, you find yourself in an uncarpeted corridor with a few rows of doors to the left and right of you (All with very strong looking and very locked doors). It reminds you of a hospital setting; you can't help but wonder if you're still in Lilith's house anymore.

"Um, are we still in your house?" you ask.
"Oh yes. We're not on the ground floor if that's what you're wondering though, we're in the basement. Of course this house never had a basement this large originally. A lot of this was added on much later due to my work in GZ. Leslie nearly blew a gasket when he heard workers were coming in to make severe alterations to it, but in time he realized it had its advantages and I told him his area wouldn't be fussed with anyway. He spends a lot of time down here with his experiments you see and hates change…guess you and he have that in common no?"
"What?"
"Well as I said, Bobby told me much about you and your past. Said you preferred to stay down in your basement and hide away from the world and weren't a fan of change yourself. Was he incorrect in what he told me?"
"…no…no I suppose he wasn't. It's true. I did spend all my time in the basement hiding out from the real world and hated change. This week has been a big wake up call that things couldn't be like that forever though." You say.
"Hm, well don't despair. While things do eventually change, they can always change for the better. Here's your new room." Lilith remarks and unlocks it.

The door opens up to another windowless room, but this one is much nicer. In fact it's downright cozy. There's a sofa, a bookcase with books, a TV…hell it almost reminds you of home. As enter to get a closer look at everything, Lilith is preoccupied with something on her phone.

"Shit, well something came up and we're going to have to get to the questions later. But for now, what do you think to your new surroundings?" Lilith asks.
"It's okay. I didn't expect to have such a fancy cell." You say.
"Suzy! Don't think of this as a cell, think of it as just a regular room where you're staying until it's confirmed you're okay! Now, if you notice there is another small room off to the right. That's the bathroom where you'll find all the usual facilities. I would imagine you're probably hungry and I'll be back with some food soon. Just have to deal with something. The National Guard has been deployed in town to maintain order and apparently GZ is sending some of their people to this house as added security. They're already on their way so I'm going to have to go talk to my brother about this and make sure he curbs his anti-social behavior to a manageable level. Doesn't help that he's got those two inbred redneck assistants of his with him right now. I can't stand those assholes. He's either going to have to keep them out of sight completely or make them leave…(sigh) Ugh, anyway I'll be back soon, just make yourself at home."

Lilith closes the door, which you then hear lock and you're now alone.

You sit down on the sofa trying to wrap your head around all this. Never in a million years would you have thought you'd be a prisoner by your ex-boyfriend's aunt who works for the corporation responsible for all those ads on TV and apparently involves in some seriously shady practices. Makes you think about some of those crackpots that posted conspiracy theories on various sites you read. Turns out some of them weren't too far from the truth after all.

The thing is, you can't even worry about something of that magnitude. For one thing, you have absolutely no power to do anything about it and second, you've got the more pressing concern about what is going to happen to you.

While things are going better than you thought they going to go, you're still not seeing a good end to any of this. Your luck has been up and down this entire week and just when something good seems to happen, something equally bad happens.

You don't trust Lilith completely, no matter how "nice" she's trying to be. At best Lilith keeps her word and you're not sick or infected only for her to ultimately execute you "humanely" with shot to your head. You can't imagine her keeping you alive after telling you her corporation's secrets like that. Unless of course she thinks you wouldn't tell anyone and even if you did, who would believe you anyway?

The darker picture is of course she said the world was going to change very soon implying a nuclear holocaust like all the GZ ads have been harping on about. Maybe she's told you because ultimately it isn't going to matter due to doomsday.

If that's the case, where is that going to leave you? Maybe Lilith will release you alive, but leaving you to fend for yourself in a blasted wasteland of which you don't fancy your chances.

And these are all the best-case scenarios you're envisioning, because you don't even want to think about the worst case, which is undoubtedly going to involve you being in more pain than you could ever imagine.

You have no more tears for any of this, because you're spent as far as that's concerned. You're still scared of course, but you feel like you're starting to become numb to very real possibility of death. Doesn't mean you're giving up though and you proceed to study your surroundings, taking note of anything you could possibly use as a weapon. You don't find any secret passages or vents you could crawl around in because that only happens in the movies.

Eventually you take a break and lay down on the sofa, which at least is comfortable, you just wish you weren't wearing a damn hospital gown. You think about turning the TV on, but you figure it will probably just be full of Ground Zero ads.

Time passes and eventually you hear the door opening up. At first you figure it's going to be Lilith, but it's not.

Two dirty looking men open up the door and enter. One of them is huge and has a slackjawed look on his face. He wears overalls that look like they've never been washed. The smaller of the two is wearing a mechanic's jumpsuit and trucker's cap. When he sees you a big grin spreads across his face making him even creepier than the larger one.

"Hoo wee! Well look at what we got here! Doc really has been fixing up this place, because that is one sweet piece I tell ya what!" the smaller one exclaims.

You can only guess these must be Leslie's "assistants."

You sit up immediately and try to arrange your gown to cover you as much as possible.

"Didn't mean to startle ya darlin' but I'm Jed and this here's my brother Hugo. What's yer name and what the hell are you doin' in here?" the smaller one says.
"My name's Suzy, and this is my room. What the hell are YOU two doing in here?"
"Whoa, easy there blondie. This is where me and Hugo always go to hang out when we're on standby as it were. No point in headin' back ta town right now anyway, since it sounds like the shit's really hit the fan out there, but never mind all that, what's all this about this bein' yer room? You some new live in whore for the Doc to fuck when his snooty sister isn't putting out?" Jed asks.

Jed gets closer towards you meanwhile Hugo hasn't moved from the entryway. You're feeling very threatened.

"No, I'm Lilith's guest, now will you please leave my room?" you say.
"Lilith's guest? Wait, you sayin' you HER whore? Well shit, I like the sound of that even better! So you ever been with a guy at all or are you strictly a pussy licker?" Jed asks with a pretty predatory look in his eyes.

"The pair of you better get out of here. Lilith has made it clear she doesn't want anyone else in here." You say standing up from the couch.
"Oh is that right? Well I ain't heard nuthin' about it and I take my orders from the Doc, not his snobby bitch of a sister. So I think you better just settle down blondie. In fact, I think you better start making yourself REAL comfortable." Jed says and starts fondling his crotch while still approaching you.

You're steadily running out of options. About the only thing you can do now is either threaten them to the point that they back off or beg and hope they take mercy. Either option isn't likely to succeed.

You beg

Antagonizing them even further isn't going to help; at this point you're better off trying to beg.

"Jed, please. I'd just like you both to leave. Lilith really doesn't want anyone here and I don't want anyone to get into trouble." You say.

"Oh don't worry blondie, ain't nobody gonna get into any trouble and ain't nobody gonna get hurt as long as you give in. Hey Hugo get yer big ass in here and, close that fucking door." Jed says and starts approaching you.

This is not a good situation. There is no way you're going to be able to fight off both of these redneck rapists. You don't even have a weapon and they're both bigger than you. You fear the inevitable as Jed is now standing in front of you.

He wastes no time in groping your body. Hugo however is still standing in front of the door staring like a gargoyle.

"Aww, is little blondie scared? You don't need to be darlin'. Like I said, me an' Hugo here are just gonna have us some fun an' then we'll be out of yer pretty little hair, well unless I cum in it." Jed laughs.
"Please don't…" you start to say before Jed firmly grabs your chin with one of his dirty hands.
"No. None of that blondie. The only time a whore should open her mouth is when she's giving head. An' since you seem to like having it open, you can get to doing just that." Jed says and then roughly shoves you to your knees.

You don't even look up, you just stare at Jed's crotch as he starts undoing his zipper because you don't even want to look at his fucking leering rape face.

Jed pulls out his cock and slaps you in the face with it.

"Alright, bitch get to suckin! Do a good job cause this is just the beginning and I'm sure you're lookin' forward to what I got in store for that pretty little tight ass of yours!"

You have no choice. This is happening and you've gone beyond feeling scared and you're now feeling completely and utterly helpless.

You get started…

Your mind starts to go to another place. Or at least it tries to; the problem is Jed is so fucking repulsive in every way possible; you can't even at least begin to pretend he's Bobby or someone else. ANYONE else.

Jed is pushing your head and making all sorts of grunting noises and vulgar comments in general. It's without a doubt the worst feeling in the world and there really are no words to describe how horrible this is.

And it's only going to get worse given the implications that Jed is going to rape you anally.

While you're dwelling on this miserable situation, something in your mind begins to change. The fear is starting to dissipate and you're starting to get angry and you start to feel less helpless…

His dick is in YOUR mouth. You've got ALL the fucking power here.

This might be suicide, but you can't just let these assholes violate you anymore than they already have without a fight. You HAVE to do SOMETHING.

"Holy fucking shit, Hugo! Blondie here is fucking an amazing cocksucker! I think she's deep throated the whole…ARGH!"

You bite. You bite as hard as you can. Even with Jed punching at your head, you don't stop biting. You bring a whole new meaning to the phrase lockjaw.

Jed by this point is screaming on the floor for his brother to help him. Hugo attempts to pull you off, but all he's succeeding in doing is contributing to ripping his brother's dick off due to your firm bite on the now bloody member.

You keep grinding and gnashing and the fight is now going completely out of Jed who is now just howling in pain and screaming like a little girl. And at last you manage to bite through, blood fills your mouth and as Hugo pulls you away, you spit Jed's dick back at him.

"I'm the blowjob queen bitch!" you shout and start laughing as blood drips from all over your mouth and face.

In between his screaming and holding where his dick once was, he orders Hugo to kill you. Hugo doesn't waste anytime in squeezing you tightly. You begin to have hard time breathing. Using the back your head you slam into his face several times and while you probably break his nose in the process, Hugo continues with his bear hug and you start to lose consciousness.

"(sob)Don't fucking knock her out, I said fucking kill that goddamn biting bitch! OWWW OHHH (sob) Break her goddamn neck!" Jed screams.

Suddenly the door opens up and you see an older man in a bloody lab coat. His hair is completely white and wild looking. This must be Leslie.

"What the fuck are you two inbreds doing in here making all this fucking noise?! OH FUCK! You fucktards have really done it! I can't rely on you two for shit! Hugo drop that fucking bitch now!" Leslie says and pulls a pistol out of his coat pocket.
"…(sob) she bit my fuckin' dick off Doc! She's gotta die! OWWWWW OHHHH (Sob)" Jed screams.
"Yeah, well maybe she will, but this here's my sister's patient and you two just fucked with her results. Y'know what, fuck this I'm tired of reasoning with you two." The Leslie says and points the pistol at Jed.

"Now Hugo, you overgrown retard, you kill blondie there, your brother fucking eats a bullet. I can sew your brother's dick back on, but you gotta let that bitch go cause she's my sister's patient, not mine. Now what's it gonna be?"

Hugo just looks on confused while still squeezing the life out of you.

"FUCKING JUST DROP THE BITCH HUGO! I NEED MY DICK!" Jed cries.

Hugo finally understanding the situation drops you in a heap. You remain on the floor just coughing up dick blood and still trying to catch your breath.

"Thank you. Now was that so hard?" Leslie says and then calmly shoots Hugo in the head three times. The big man fortunately falls backwards rather than forward on to you.

"NOOOOO!" Jed screams. "What the fuck Doc?! You (Sob) killed my fucking brother! Why?!"
"Told you, I was done reasoning with you two assholes. You have proven time and time again to be non-learning animals. Besides, Lilith's already gonna bitch at me for what you two fucktards did. Might as well do damage control now."
"But you said you'd sew my dick back on if that bitch lived!"
"I'm not touching your fucking diseased dick." Leslie laughs.
"Fuck you Doc! FUCK…"

Leslie calmly places three rounds in Jed's head, putting the redneck out of his misery.

You just look on in complete shock at what just happened and try stand up. Leslie however kicks you back to the floor. You want to fight, but you're too weak at this point. Leslie pulls out a syringe and holds you down while stabbing you in the arm with it. Must be the same stuff his sister injected you with yesterday, because it works nearly immediately.

"No, I don't think so blondie. Think you've had enough action for one day." Leslie says as he strokes your hair.

"Oh the fun I would have with you, but I guess what ultimately happens to you will be my sister's call. Who knows, maybe you'll get lucky….SHIT!" Leslie suddenly exclaims when he sees that you're not falling unconscious, but rather going into violent convulsions.

Leslie begins to look through his other coat pocket and pulls out another syringe cursing when he sees it. Meanwhile you're spitting and coughing up blood. It feels like you can't breathe and that's mainly because you can't.

"FUCK! I used the wrong syringe on the bitch! Fuck! Sis is gonna be even more pissed! Shit! Fuck!" Leslies exclaims pacing back and forth.

Whatever Leslie's concerns are about getting yelled at by his sister are nothing compared to the agony you're going through right now. Your insides feel like they're on fire and every major organ in your body is shutting down.

By the time Lilith gets back to your room, your poisoned bloody corpse, the bodies of two dead rednecks and Leslie's poor attempt to spin the event so it doesn't seem like it was his fault are all that remain.