<strong>Rachel Parker<br/>Kitchen --&gt; Basement<br/>With: Everyone except the father<br/></strong><br/>Whatever hope Rachel had at avoiding what the criminals had planned for them died when they brought her mom and brother into to the kitchen. She’d never felt so helpless before. If it had just been her, she would have fought back somehow, even if it killed her. Just as long as she could hurt them in the process. But she couldn’t risk her brother and sisters’ lives like that.<br/><br/>She blushed and pressed her legs together at the comment about her pants, she wished that she’d changed before coming out her, not that it would matter for long anyway.<br/><br/>She squirmed a bit in her chair at Kyle’s hands on her shoulders, fighting the urge to jerk away. Despite herself she could feel her nipples harden when he slipped his fingers down her shirt. They were clearly visible through the thin fabric of her shirt, making it obvious to everyone she wasn’t wearing a bra either.<br/><br/>She went down to the basement as ordered, relieved to have the man’s hands off her for the moment, but dreading what was coming next. She flinched at each leg Jake kicked off the billiards table, and tried to put herself between the criminals and her sisters as much as she could, keeping her eyes on the three of them.