Short story entry

This is a scene from my latest short story and I'm looking for some feed back and constructive criticism. I don't want to say too much about it, but basically this passage shows a moment of vulnerability shared with a loved one as she talks about her past and her deepest, darkest secrets. Feed back would be much appreciated. Thank you.

Hanna and Jack lie next to each other in complete and utter silence, it is as if Death himself has just given their vocal cords a visit. Hanna turns her head slightly, observing the light bouncing off of his face. She looks back up to the ceiling, focusing on a chipped piece of stucco. "I've never talked about it," she says, shattering the thick layer of silence that had coated them. Jack's gaze finds Hanna, but his lips don't move. "I've never talked about being kidnapped," she pauses, "raped.," she murmurs.
"What about the police report?" Jack asks.
"What?" The word seems to shoot out of her mouth with ease.
"I mean the police had to get your version if the story, right?"
"I didn't tell them everything, not the details," she explains. Jack's lips remain sealed. "Do you want to hear about it?" Hanna's cold, blue eyes scan up and down Jack's face.
"Do I want to hear about my best friend being kidnapped and raped?" He looks to Hanna. "No, not particularly. But if it'll help you to talk about it, then I'm your guy."
"You won't hate me?" she asks in a small voice.
"I don't think I could ever hate you." Jack curls his fingers over Hanna's clenched fist and he can feel her begin to relax.
There's a short period of silence, but not an awkward silence, more of a comfortable, safe silence. "He kept me in this tiny room." She pauses again, biting her lip and sniffling her nose. "I-- I think it was a cabin or something, out in the woods somewhere. I was tied to an exposed pipe in the wall for the majority of the time-- except when we visited me." Hanna begins to choke up as small tears begin to leak from her eyes. "He would visit a couple times a day and tell me about how much loved me. And if there's anything sicker than that, I actually started to believe him after a while." She laughs at her own pity, mocking her own mental damage. "He was nice to me most of the time, unless I fought him or tried to get away." Hanna's body hardens, her skin turning to stone.
"Hanna," Jack says, gripping her hand tightly. "One time-- right before I was rescued-- he beat me so bad. He'd kick me in the ribs and throw me against the wall--"
"Han."
But Hanna can't hear him.
"He undressed me and then himself and then he forced his way inside of me." Hanna's body begins to tremble vigorously, almost as if her bones themselves are shaking. "I hated every second that he was in me. I just wanted to-- to kill him, to end my pain, to end all of the damage that he caused me!"
"Hanna," Jack says calmly, his hand brushing up her arm.
"I wanted to die and at that moment I actually believed that I was going to, I wanted to."
Jack lifts himself up, his face inches away from hers.
"I'm a sick fuck, and so is he."
"Hanna," he says firmly. Jack's hands now rest young the crooks of her neck, holding her steady.
"I wanted to die! I wanted to him to kill me!"
"Hanna!" Jack croaks. Hanna freezes as the last of her tears slip down her temples. The tip of Jack's nose is touching hers, and in this moment they are connected, they are one. "I'm with you. He's not here any more."
"But I feel him. I feel him inside me. I feel his remnants lurking within my body. It's like he's a part of me now."
"I need you to breathe," Jack says, his words bouncing off of her face. "Just breathe."
Jack begins to take deep breaths, and soon after Hanna begins to follow.
"Breathe with me." They breathe each other's air, one of them inhaling as the other exhales. They begin to create a sort of rhythm, until Jack's lips begin to lower. He plucks his puckered lips at Hanna's once or twice before Hanna seals the deal herself. Jack begins to rip at Hanna's clothing until the only thing that's she's wearing is Jack's naked body. They become one once more, creating an even deeper connection than they had had just a few minutes ago. Jack grinds his body against Hanna's as Hanna moves her body with his. Jack holds one of Hanna's legs against his side, making things a bit more comfortable for the two of them. Jack kisses her neck, his lips smacking agains her hot skin. He kisses her chest now, holding her as close to him as possible. Hanna begins to moan softly, her breaths coming more often now. Jack's free hand cups one of her breasts as his free lips make their way back to Hanna's. Their tongues tangle together and their hands interlock. Jack pins Hanna's hands over her head as he rocks with her faster and faster.
"Jack," Hanna forces out.
"Shhh," he says, his lips grazing hers. Her body tenses up, tightening her hold on Jack. He begins to kiss her deeply, muffling the load moan she's about to unleash. Jack's movements begin to slow, his body melting over Hanna's. They're still kissing, but their both hungry for a breath. They finally break away from one another, mutually, of course, but Jack doesn't change his position. His eyes seem to be glued to her as they droop with exhaustion. A small sliver of a smile sneaks onto Hanna's face, the corners of her mouth pulling upward. Jack kisses her one last time, just a quick peck, before he lies next to her once more. "I don't think I can be your best friend," Jack says. "Not after this."
"Then what do you suggest?" "I'd suggest that we stop speaking for a while, take a break from each other." Hanna braces herself. "But I would like to start seeing you again, if that's okay with you." Hanna lets out a sigh of relief as she glances at her other half, her better half. A weak smile forms on her face as she begins to shed tears of happiness.
"I'd like that," Hanna says with a few giggles in between.