Jake English sat in his cell on Derse hugging his legs to his chest. The door swung open and Jake scrambled backwards, getting to his feet as his back hit the wall. She was back again. Jane sauntered into the cell, her black eyes scanning his body. "You're looking as fine as ever." She reached out to grab his waist and he flinched backwards, trying to shrink away from her grip. Jane smiled cruelly and firmly took hold of him by the hips. "Don't try to get away from me English," she said chidingly. He looked away, closing his eyes. She pulled him closer to her body and he trembled, looking up at her with tears in his eyes. Quietly, he whispered, "Please don't do this." Anger entered her voice. "You are my future husband and will do exactly as I say." She swiftly wrapped one arm around his waist and held him to her, using the other to grab his head. She shoved her lips against his forcefully. He desperately struggled to free himself to no avail, the tears running down his face. She finally released him and he fell backwards, fleeing to the corner. He turned to face her with fear in his eyes, sobbing quietly. She stood imposingly over him."You will be mine. You're lucky you're so hot, otherwise you'd be dead for your resistance." She turned and swung open the door, exiting silently. Jake waited for the sound of footsteps to recede. Sobs racked his frame as he lowered himself to the ground. He curled up in a fetal position, his tears running onto the floor. His cries softened until he finally was given the sweet relief of unconsciousness. The Page of Hope was hopeless.