She didn't know how she felt, she was both hot and cold at the same time. It wasn't your average cold but more along the lines of a tremor that racks your body when your terrified. The chill that drums up and down your spine forcing sweat to follow in it's wake. There were arms around her and she didn't know who they belonged too. She hadn't opened her eyes yet not wanting to know who was wrapped around her trying to keep her warm while emanating that cold terror down her body. Why was she was terrified?
Trying to think of a reason why she needed to be scared wasn't working, the chills were still circling around inside of her. There wasn't any real reason she needed to be afraid yet here she was, biting down a scream that threatened to break out from her. She moved backwards trying to get the chills out of her system when she bumped into another body. She must have realized there was a body at her back, because of the arms wrapped around her, but all it did was make her more confused. Who was in this bed with her. No one came to mind. A better question formed in her fear rattled brain; where was she? Did she have a reason to be here? Would she need to call someone for help? Who would she call?
Again, there were no answers that would form in her brain. Shaking her head mildly she decided to open her eyes. The room was pitch black so she couldn't really make out any details. Slowly she closed her eyes again and decided to listen closely to see if there were anything else in the dark room. There was a sound of exhaling breath to her back, deep and steady. From the feel of the hairs on the arms around her it must have been a man. Slowly she turned towards the sleeping figure and opened her eye's trying to make out an appearance. With the scarce light she could make out short thick hair, a semi long face with a strong jaw and nose.
She knew she had to leave, but where would she go?
Would she get in trouble for laying with this strange man? More questions with no answers.
The man was beginning to wake. Quickly she shut her eyes, her breathing coming out a little bit strained with terror showing its ugly head again. She felt herself being pulled gently closer to the person lying next to her and decided to actually look at this man whom she had shared a bed with. There was a 'click' sound on the other side of the room that made the lights turn on, bathing the room in light.
"Good morning..." The man said, brown eyes staring at her.
The man had strong features; round eyes, a strong nose, short black brown hair, a five o'clock shadow present on his angled jaw, and peach colored lips, the bottom one fuller then the top. However his eyes were what stood out the most. Dark brown, although that did them no justice, they were pools of melted chocolate, sinfully delicious. There were shadows brought on by his thick eyebrows . She thought he was handsome, there was an underlining of power about him. Then she saw it. It was in his eyes, those rich brown pools, they were cold and calculating, eyes of a born killer. But behind the coldness she noticed an understanding of sorts. Like he understood what she was going though and knew her in ways that she didn't even know herself..."Who a-are you?" she asked cursing herself for the stutter. To her disbelief the man smiled, it wasn't a kind smile but a smile that told her he knew things, more things than she wanted to know.
"Sylar..." the man tilted his head to the side studying her through narrowed eyes. It was like she was his personal science project. He continued asking, "Why don't you tell me your name?" She opened her mouth automatically and all she could say was, "I'm..." then she paused. She didn't remember who she was. Where was she from? Yet more questions. "I don't remember..." She noticed a glint in his eye, a spark of sorts. All at once his face was slightly tilted now and there was a dark gleam in his eye. The way his head seemed to move just slightly to the left, with no signs of movement- it was as if she'd been watching a old tape that had skipped a second.
"Jade, you know me...what's wrong with you?" he asked bringing his hand up to stroke it down her cheek. The gesture was odd and out of place on his face with those cold eyes causing her to flinch away from the innocent touch.
"My name...is Jade? Is that really my name?" she asked looking up into those eyes that seemed familiar in a way. Sylar nodded and tilted her chin up with his knuckle and spoke, "Jade, you're worrying your master, you don't remember me? Anything?" Jade shook her head slowly, did she really have a master? What was a "master"? More and more questions still no answers except one, now she knew her name was Jade.
"Who are you to me?" Jade asked in a hushed voice not knowing what he wanted with her or what she needed to do.
Sylar smirked and shook his head as he spoke to her, "Why Jade didn't you hear me? I'm your Master." The way the man said it, it seemed like it needed a capital M; which made her frown. Was she a slave? Did her family sell her? Did she have a family? Was slavery still around? Jade's head was buzzing with questions and they were all starting to give her a headache. "You really don't remember anything?" Sylar asked and noticed her shaking her head which left him sighing heavily. "You're special Jade..." Sylar continued, trying to ignore the questioning look he was shown, "I'm special too. You see, around the world some people are special. We have certain... well, let's call them talent is language, math, history; technically you can learn anything academic just by touching a person"
"I can?" she looked at the man across from her puzzled.
Sylar nodded trying to think of something when he said, "What's the capital of Spain?"
"Madrid," Jade said automatically.
A smile crept along Sylar's face as he said, "You see?"Jade shook her head not really understanding. That answer could have been learned at anytime, in school, in a conversation, or a book.
Sylar sighed stating, "You don't remember going to school so how else would you know that?" Jade just shrugged her shoulders letting Sylar continue the one way conversation, "Well, I guess you really have lost your memory. That's a shame. Looks like I will have to re-teach you everything, starting with this..." Sylar pulled a book out of nowhere and handed to peered at the book and read "Modern Slaves. " Confused, she looked back at Sylar and asked, "I'm really your slave?"
"Yes, you are. Rule number 1: When to speak and when not to speak." Jade looked at him, now afraid to say anything. "You shouldn't speak until your told to." Sylar delighted as Jade nodded, snuggling closer into his chest and finding it oddly comfortable.
"Rule number 2: You must not forget you are a slave, a pet." Sylar continued to teach her. Jade nodded towards him a question starting to break out of her mouth but she contained it, instead looking up into her masters eye's pleading for the right to speak. "You want to know how you became a pet in the first place?" Sylar asked already knowing that question was going to come up sooner or later. Jade just nodded in response. "That's something that will have to wait till another time. It would be painful for you to remember and i don't want to hurt you, given these strange circumstances."
Jade nodded, she supposed if she was a pet, this man was the right one to belong to. Sylar seemed powerful, she wasn't sure how she could tell, but when she brushed her hand along his arm she could almost feel the raw power emanating from him.
Sylar got up leaving Jade in bed to cover herself with the comforter while he got dressed himself. Jade covered her eyes while Sylar dressed trying hard not to blush. Once he was done, Sylar handed a bundle of clothing to Jade. She looked at the bundle of clothing then to Sylar and then to the bathroom.
Quickly Jade sprung up an moved fast towards the bathroom taking the cover from the bed just incase. Sylar couldn't help himself he turned and managed to see the left side of Jade's rear end before the door shut...with the comforter stuck in the door. He stared at the caught piece of fabric and tried not to laugh as Jade slowly opened the door just enough to let in the blanket in and quickly shut the door with a snap.
Once inside Jade huddled the blanket around her a bit more snuggly, her back leaning against the door. Realizing she didn't know what she looked like, Jade made her way slowly towards the mirror hanging above the bathroom sink. She kneeled in front of the sink and slowly rose to her feet taking her features in stride.
Starting with her jet black hair which was either loosely curled or really wavy. Either way it was a mess from sleeping. moving further up she saw her deep green eyes that reminded her of her name and she giggled at the idea of being named after her eyes. From her eyes she had a slight curved nose and thick pink lips. Her over all complexion was pale, her face a bit too small for her eyes.
Jade then took notice to her height. Sylar was tall, over 6'2". She thought herself tall too, but looking at herself in the mirror she realized she was short. Right around 5' not an inch above, maybe even an inch under. She was definitely short.
Sighing, Jade looked down at the discarded clothing on the floor and decided to finally get dressed, not knowing what Sylar had given her. Jade picked up a pair of panties that were black and quickly put them on reveling in the thin piece of fabric making her seem more covered than before.
The next article of clothing was a matching black bra which she also quickly adorned. Now for the actual clothing, Jade thought to herself. A Black Pencil skirt was laying on the floor which she put on and delighted as it stopped right above her knees. She put on the thin, brown long sleeved shirt on which was overlapped by a willowy green button up cardigan.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Jade liked the way she was dressed. The clothes were nice and comfortable, dimly she thought Sylar knew how to shop. When she looked at her hair she had to frown. The wavy locks were uncontrolled and all over the place. Definitely out of place with the nice clothes. Noticing a comb on the sink counter, Jade snatched it up thinking that she could do something about the unruly mane.
Gently, Jade placed the comb in her hair and tried to bring it through, but she was having a tough time. She tried to pull a little harder on the piece of plastic but it didn't move a centimeter. Sighing, she tried to remove the comb and it wouldn't leave her mangled hair. More tugging and and a little more pressure but all it did was cause her to get flustered.
Jade yanked the comb down trying to get leeway one way or the other but nothing was going on. Whimpers escaped her lips and tears were making their way down her cheeks but the comb was not moving. The door opened behind her and Sylar entered, a quizzicaled look on his face. All Jade could do was look through the mirror, trying to dry the tear tracks with one hand while the other still yanked at the piece of plastic.
"I-It got tangled..." Jade said out of context not remembering the first rule of being a slave. Quickly she covered her mouth with her hand and dropped to her knees eyes impossibly large staring up at Sylar.
"Are you okay?" She nodded and gestured toward the tangled comb.
Sylar looked down at her feeling something... something foreign to him as the tear tracks laid drying on her cheeks. Slowly he bent down himself, forgetting about trying to finish getting dressed. He placed his pointer finger under Jades chin, lightly lifter her and she followed the movement until both were standing.
"Don't worry, your still trying to remember everything. I should have thought to teach you about basic hygiene before you scampered into the bathroom." Sylar said, still wondering why this compassionate tone was coming out of his mouth. He grabbed the roots of the woman's hair and fought with the comb until it was clean out of the tangled mop, then carelessly tossed it to the other side of the bathroom.
Sylar walked Jade over to a little cupboard in which he opened and brought out a flat paneled, wide toothed brush and showed it to her saying, "This is the brush you would use for your type of hair..."
Enclosing her hand in his, Sylar walked Jade back into the bedroom where he gently sat down, bringing Jade in front of him to kneel on the floor. Slowly Sylar set the brush into her wavy tendriled hair and brought it down to the bottom, catching only a few snags which were easily removed with the wide toothed brush, unlike the hard plastic teeth of the comb.
Jade was stiff as a board as those big hands ran through her hair moving through her mane with such intimacy. The same man who had those cold and calculating eyes she had seen earlier. Sylar noticed the woman's tensing and tried to calm her, why he cared, he had no idea. Then a thought occurred to him. Maybe he wanted just one person not to be afraid of him.
Was he allowed that simple pleasure in life. Having one person in the whole world not afraid. If he would take it by force. That's where the woman sitting at his feet came in. So he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder and just stated, "Don't worry Jade, we'll get your hair sorted through. Then how about you go out on the town after reading your book?"
Noticing the piece of paper in his peripheral vision, Sylar sighed and turned his head noticing the scrawl on the paper. Smiling, Sylar said, of course you can turn on the television..."
Jade jumped excitedly and rushed back over to the bed where she shot down as the TV turned on by itself. Confused Jade looked back over at Sylar who was once again turned towards his laptop, typing away as if nothing happened. Shrugging her shoulders, Jade turned back towards the TV and noticed a slightly handsome newscaster come on and immediately switched to the woman weather reporter.
"The weather around New York City, is overcast with a slight chance of rain. No new surprises there...back to you..." The woman was saying until Jade tuned her off, picking up the book Sylar had handed her earlier decided to brush up on the etiquette between Master and Slave. Sylar kept busy at the laptop while she read her book, sometimes blushing and other times closing her eyes until she turned the page to the next one. Time seemed to fly by until Jade stretched herself, looking back over at her Master who was staring at a blank screen, his eyes closed, brows tight with tension.
Jade placed the book on the bed and walked over to where Sylar was sitting still at the computer, his hand absent mindedly rubbing the bridge of his nose. She had just finished reading a chapter on pleasing the one who owns you and figured she could try to help ease the tension. Slowly she approached him and started to rub the tension out of Sylar's broad shoulders. Sylar groaned unpleasantly and shrugged her hands away simply stating, "No need for that...go sit on the bed."
"You remember when I told you that you were special?" Sylar said breaking Jade's though pattern.
Jade nodded still looking at where Sylar's hand was, remembering that she shouldn't give eye contact towards her Master because it could be misinterpreted. She didn't want to be disciplined by showing a backbone or standing up for himself. Such a little action could destroy so many things.
"Well, I'm also special." Sylar continued.
Jade looked up then, questions filling her head and threatening to come out of her mouth. Sylar looked on and noticed the questioning eyes and smiled a bit. "Go ahead, ask what you want."
"Is that how you turned on the lights this morning? The computer at your desk? The TV?" Jade asked, words coming out of her mouth quicker than she could process.
Smiling, Sylar said, "Breathe...your no good to me dead. But yes, part of my abilities."
"Part? Abilities?" Jade asked confused, remembering to breathe this time.
"My original ability was understanding how things worked. It started off with clocks. Then it expanded to understanding how other peoples powers work. Through understanding, I am able to gain other people's abilities." Sylar continued to explain himself looking at Jade's face go from questioning to being excited. She reminded him of a puppy just purchased form a pet store.
"Does that mean you have my ability as well Master?" Jade asked excited to find out more about her keeper. Sylar nodded slowly then explained to Jade, "I have several talents currently, you will learn them over time."
Jade smiled, about to ask another question before Sylar silenced her with a finger against her lips. He said quickly, "But for now i have work to do. We need to switch hotels today. While I'm working how does wandering around the streets of Paris sound?"
Jade arched an eyebrow in confusion, still unable to speak due to the finger hushing her. Sylar smiled again stating, "Yes, we are currently in New York, we'll be in Paris in a few moments." Looking at the luggage and clothes that were packed into the dresser, the articles of clothing started to remove themselves form the dresser and pack into the suitcases. Jade stared wide eyed and in wonder at how quickly everything was packed and then noticed Sylar getting up and walked to where the luggage was neatly stacked. He motioned with his hand for Jade to come to him and she quickly jumped up and ran towards him. Sylar closed his eye's in concentration and Jade could see the strain he was putting into this motion. A moment later Sylar was no longer concentrating on something but his eye's were open scanning the area.
Jade noticed the light wasn't artificial from a room but was actually the sun shining down at her. Not only the light but the cobblestone road she was on was much different from the soft carpet of the hotel. Looking up and out of the alley, Jade could see the Eiffel tower in the distance and knew that she was currently standing in a back alley, in France.
Sylar handed a suitcase handle to Jade and placed his arm around her shoulder. Jade rolled the suitcase along the alley trying to keep calm as all the new sites were rushing her. She still couldn't believe they were in France after just being in NYC not one minute ago.
Sylar guided them to a Hotel that was stunning. All around them people were looking their way and mumbling to each other in French. Blushing a bit, Jade looked up at Sylar and said in a low tone of voice, "I don't know what their saying. I don't speak French."
They walked in, Sylar not saying anything about her comment. A Doorman greeted him in French, extending his hand out in front of where Jade stood. She looked at the hand and then up to Sylar. Sylar just nodded at her and she took the hand, where the Doorman raised it up and kissed the back of her hand in greeting. Quickly, Jade took her hand back and whipped the back of it on her pants discreetly.
However while the man held her hand she felt something, a rush of knowledge sweeping into her. It wasn't painful, it didn't feel good, it just felt like she was learning something.
"This way to get checked in please, Sir, Madam." The Doorman stated leading them to the counter.
Jade looked wide-eyed at the man as she followed him, stating, "Thank you, but please, no need to greet so formally." Then she looked up to where Sylar was walking next to her. Sylar smiled slightly, entwined his hand in Jade's and brought it up to kiss her knuckles in a little show of affection. When at the counter Sylar booked them a suite, using a credit card to pay for the room.
Once the booking was complete they turned towards the elevator when the man called out behind them, "Excuse me, but both of you are American, Yes?"
Sylar answered the man without turning his head with a simple, "Yes."
Jade heard the man clapping and could almost hear him smiling when he stated, "Both of you speaking impeccable French."
"...Thank you." Sylar stated and continued walking to the elevator.
Both Jade and Sylar stepped in and once the doors were shut, Jade couldn't help herself as she blurted out, "Master! That was amazing! I mean i didn't feel the change in speech. Just after that man..." Jade stopped abruptly bringing her hand up to her chest, covering it with the other one then quickly brought it back down to her skirt. She couldn't get the feeling of the kiss off her hand as she rubbed it time and time again on her pleaded skirt.
Sylar brought Jade's hand away from her skirt and up towards himself looking into her eyes when he said, "Don't worry. I take no offense. It's a common greeting in this country..."
Jade shuddered and Sylar held her hand. Wishing nothing more than for a boiling hot shower in that moment. Just as she thought that the elevator dinged and opened at the floor where they were going to stay. Sylar led her to their new room and opened it up bringing the luggage to where the dresser was located.
Jade stood in the doorway mouth gaping. The room was beautiful. Solid oak floors, polished extravagant furniture littered about the room and a giant plush bed with too many less than practical pillows. There was a door off to the right where the bathroom was and with the door slightly ajar she noticed the luxurious big lion pawed tub, making her almost run straight for it to soak with bubbles and scented oils.
She turned back towards her Master and found him already staring at his laptop. Slowly she walked over and asked him gently, "Master, are you rich?"
Sylar nodded slowly, eyes not leaving the laptops monitor. "Now," he said suddenly, " I have some important business to attend to. Feel free to wander around and take in the sites, but don't go far from the hotel. Here's a cell phone, call me if anyone gives you a hard time." He motioned to walk away before he turned back around and handed her a wallet, saying, "Here's your wallet."
She grabbed the wallet excited to see who she was. Opening it up, it showed her ID, some pictures of herself and Sylar, and then a silver credit card. However the name on the card wasn't hers. It was made out to Gabriel Gray. Blinking at the card she held it up to Sylar and looked questioningly at him.
"That's my name." Sylar explained.
She nodded and half listened to the safety rules Sylar was laying out as she gazed at the pictures. Jade didn't remember taking them with him. Of course before this morning she didn't remember anything. Absent mindedly she brushed her fingers over the picture while Sylar was telling her to be back by nightfall.
Sylar left then making sure she remembered the rules. Quickly she grabbed the extra card key on the opposite nightstand to her Master's and exited the room, excited that she got the chance to learn so many more things through her new power, well, new power to her.
Once outside the doors to the Hotel, Jade was thinking about what she wanted to learn first. She could think of a lot of talents and skills she would like to have, but she didn't know where to start looking for them. So randomly picking a street to go down, Jade took notice to the sun's warmth beating against her cardigan and the slight breeze making itself known. People around her were always dressed in the best fashion available. The women were stunning; tall, long haired, and dressed to a Tee.
Some of the women wore clothes a bit more revealing for her own tastes but she just shrugged them off and walked on. As Jade passed one alley she took notice to the woman there leaning against the wall. She was hardly dressed at all. The skirt she was wearing was so low that Jade could make out the panties the woman was wearing and the shirt was ripped in some sort of way to show her bra but still be an article of clothing at the same time. Blushing, Jade kept her face passive as she walked more quickly past this alley.
Her hand was grabbed then, by the same woman she was trying to avoid. The woman asked in a raspy voice, " Want a good time?"
Jade shook her head a bit too fast for comfort, ripping her hand out of the woman's hand and continued walking as if nothing happened. She didn't feel anything after the woman touched her. Wondering if she learned anything constructive, Jade just continued down the street until she stopped in front of one particular store, a massage parlor. Staring at the parlor made Jade remember several hours ago when she had tried to massage Sylar's shoulders to help relieve the tension and only got grunts of displeasure. Jade wanted to make Sylar happy for having her, so she smiled and walked into the establishment when she was greeted by a small blonde woman standing behind a counter.
"Hello." The woman said in English, clearly realizing Jade was American and not French.
"Um...Hello." Jade responded in a uncertain voice.
"What can we do for you today? We have an All-Day Spa if your interested." the woman stated smiling towards Jade.
"This is...a massage parlor right?" Jade asked looking down at the counter.
"Yes. It is. You want 1hr, 2hr, 5hr?" The woman stated bringing out a plastic board with a chart showing hours and prices. There was even an option for "Full Monty" Whatever that is, Jade thought to herself.
"Just a...plain massage. One hour I guess..." Jade said, explaining to the woman while pulling out her wallet. Jade paid quickly and then the woman lead her back to a secluded room. The woman motioned towards the massage table in the middle of the room and explained that she would have to remove her top in order to get the massage. While Jade disrobed, her back to the wall, a man pushed his head through the door and asked n French, "Is she ready?"
Jade quickly moved her top to cover herself, feeling a blush explode across her face as the front desk woman stated, "No Claude, shes too small for you. We don't want you breaking people..."
The man grunted and left the room leaving Jade and the desk woman there. she quickly placed her top down and climbed on top of the table. Once situated, the woman stated slowly, "I'm going to go get your masseuse, Jillian. Will you be okay?"
Jade tried to nod but then scrapped that idea and stated, " Yes.."
Jade sat there in silence, feeling totally exposed with her bra and shirts laying on the ground below her face. She was thinking of backing out, leaving the parlor until a busty brown haired woman walked in wearing a white collared shirt. With a simple French greeting, the woman started to work. She didn't know what to think, the massage itself was wonderful, but it was weird having someone else touch her bare back.
Time was going slow while the woman tried to talk to her. It felt like hours had passed by in the uncomfortable feeling of some stranger touching her like this. Jade wiggled and said quickly, "I'm..um..I'm done now. Thank you, really."
The masseuse stuttered a moment as she said, "B-but Miss, it's only been Fifteen Minutes!"
Jade nodded as she quickly got dressed. Grabbing the woman's hand and shaking it, Jade said as she realized she now knew how to give massages, "No, really, Thank you. Good-Bye." Then left the room and stormed out of the parlor back into the sun filled day.
She would never do THAT again, Jade thought to herself, too invasive to have some stranger touching her like that. Jade walked around the same street, wandering into some boutiques here and there, tasting different foods. When she finally got back to the Hotel it was dusk and no one was there. Placing some cheese, her only purchase that day, near her nightstand she simply sat on the bed and picked up her book where she left it earlier and continued to read "Modern Slavery."
Roughly flipping through the pages of her book, Jade took notice to the common statement of "Pleasing your Master". Of course she couldn't remember all the rules in the book but she did try to commit most to memory. With her hand covering her mouth and face blushing lightly, Jade was reading a portion on sexually pleasing her Master when Sylar walked through the door without warning.
There wasn't any warning as he came in either, walking towards the bed then sitting at the front of it Jade squeaked and dropped the book, quickly getting up and moving to kneel in front of him slowly removing his shoes as Sylar himself loosened and removed his tie. She placed the shoes near the door and was handed the tie in which she placed in the hamper gently. Sylar removed his Jacket and white button up shirt leaving him in his pants, black undershirt and socks. Jade quickly disposed of the garments into the hamper and took notice on how her Master was rubbing the back of his neck while he head was leaned in a downwards notion. Remotely Jade thought this was her chance to prove that she could pleasure him, if only a little bit with a massage better than what she had attempted earlier.
Slowly she crawled on the bed in a fluid movement which she didn't realize she knew how to do, briefly thinking about the woman on the street eased those thoughts. She managed to set herself behind Sylar without getting his immediate attention, carefully placing her hands on his shoulder and rubbed smooth circles around the base of his neck and moving down towards his shoulders then shoulder blades Using just the right amount of pressure where needed, working out knots in the tense muscles, kneading and rolling the skin through the think fabric with her hands. Soon Sylar was leaning into her massage letting little moans of pleasure escape his usually controlled mouth.
"That feels good..." He said softly and his pet continued to work out all the unpleasantness he had suffered today. Smiling, Jade continued to rub absent mindedly. Excitement was rolling through her as Sylar had dropped his guard enough to relax into her, slightly resting his head against her breast. "Where did you learn to do that?" Sylar asked, still mesmerized but the skillful massage Jade was providing.
"This morning, you seemed displeased...put out, when i tried to to ease your tension earlier this morning. So while i was out on the town i went into a massage parlor to learn how to correctly give a massage." Jade explained smiling at the back of her Masters head, hopping he'd think she was resourceful.
Sylar abruptly sat up and turned to face her, an angry expression marring his sculpted features. He grabbed her wrist in an almost painful grip as he said, " I don't want ANYONE to touch you! Do you understand? You are Mine. No one touches you without my permission!"
"B-But it was for you...I didn't stay long...only fifteen minutes..." Jade said, fumbling with her words, not knowing what to do with this outburst.
"Never. Again. Understood?" Sylar stated in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Y-Yes...Master..." Jade said in a cowering voice.
Sylar let go of her wrist and took notice to the blooming bruising he caused. Cursing himself for the harshness he gently brought his hand up and started to pet Jades thick and unruly hair saying, "Good girl...good girl."
She didn't know what to do. Should she move? Should she try to please Sylar again? When he started to pat her head she had flinched slightly, caught off guard by the suddenly gentle action. Jade had her wrist in her other hand rubbing it lightly trying to sooth the aching skin as her Master said in a gentle tone of voice, "Don't be afraid Jade."
Slowly, Sylar lifted her chin up until their gazes were locked, his awfully dark brown gaze searing into her equally deep green eyes. There was something in his eye's that sent a shiver of panic through her and she didn't know why. Sylar had brought his other hand down the hem of her skirt and started to run it along the outside of her thigh, bringing the material up with it.
Jade didn't get a shiver of panic at this action, it was full blown panic. She didn't remember why she was here, what Sylar had wanted, well that last was obvious, but she didn't remember ever having sex. Jade didn't remember anything before this morning. Somehow sensing her panic Sylar stopped his advances and simply pulled her head into him where he left it resting against his chest.
END CHAPTER
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