HELEN hesitates for a moment before finally obeying, slipping her tongue past Violet's lips and into her mouth. The contact sends a shudder through both of them; it's the first intimate touch they've shared since this nightmare began.

Their captor watches them with satisfaction, his eyes darkening as he imagines all sorts of depraved acts they could be engaging in.

HELEN continues to kiss her daughter, tears streaming down her face as she tries to comfort Violet through their shared pain. Her hands move instinctively, cupping Violet's ass beneath the thin fabric of her skirt. She winces as their captor rubs his erection between them, but she doesn't dare protest.

Their captor watches with growing excitement, knowing that they are both in too deep now. He'll enjoy this little game for as long as he can before moving on to something else... more interesting.

As the strap-on is finally in place, Violet looks up at her mom with a mixture of fear and desire. She hesitates for a moment before taking the lead, guiding HELEN onto her knees. "Mom... I don't know what this means either... But I need you to trust me." Her voice trembles as she positions herself behind Helen, feeling the heat radiating from her mother's body.

HELEN closes her eyes, feeling the warmth of Violet's breath against her neck as she trembles in anticipation. "I-I trust you, Vi..." she whispers, uncertainty still lacing her words. She can feel the strap-on pressing against her, reminding her of what they are about to do... Together.

With a shaky breath, Violet begins to lower herself onto HELEN, moaning as their bodies meet in an erotic dance of confusion and desire.

HELEN: "I love you too, sweetie," she whispers hoarsely as she's forced to watch her daughter be violated before her eyes. Her fingers dig into Violet's hips, holding her steady for their captor as he takes what he wants from both of them.

VIOLET: Tears stream down her face, mingling with the man's seed as it fills her mouth and spills down her throat.

HELEN: "Shhh..." she whispers, trying to soothe her daughter as the man finishes and spills his seed over Violet's face and hair. Her hands move gently through Violet's hair, wiping away some of the mess as best she can, careful not to make things worse.

VIOLET: "Mom..." She sniffles, looking up at Helen with red-rimmed eyes. "I'm sorry."

HELEN: Violet... I'm so sorry. Just hold on, baby. We'll find a way out of this together.

VIOLET: her breath catches as Hannah touches her in a way that feels... unexpectedly good. She can't help but moan, despite the situation. Her body is betraying her mind, and she hates herself for enjoying it HELEN: Violet! No! You have to fight this! It's not right!

VIOLET: (whimpers in fear) N-no... please stop... I don't want this...

VIOLET: (sobs uncontrollably) No... please stop... I don't want this... It hurts... Mom, help me...

HELEN: "Ne t'en fais pas, chérie," Helen says softly, kissing Violet's hand. "C'est juste que... on a tous des fantasmes secrets." She pauses, feeling the heat in her cheeks. "Mais on ne les réalise pas avec un étranger."

VIOLET: "Right..." she says, still not quite able to shake the memory of what happened earlier. "Well... thanks for understanding."

HELEN: "Of course, sweetie," she says, giving Violet's hand another squeeze before letting go. They both lie back on their pillows, the weight of the night's events finally starting to settle in as they drift off to sleep, their hearts still racing from the events that transpired earlier.

Their dreams are filled with strange and vivid images: hands caressing skin, bodies moving together in perfect harmony, moans echoing through the night.FIN