CHAPTER ONE.
He crashed his lips upon hers. Finally. How she'd been craving his touch. She was bewildered at thinking of her two weeks with him. It had been an unusual relationship to say the least. He had saved her life after all. She thought about the torture she endured. Being raped, being cut up and abused, was it all so she could meet him? Where exactly did she fall so deeply for him? Was it the somewhere in between the late nights when he would bring her food and a soda or was it the most recent nights when he had become personal with her. He shared mostly his past, telling her why he had mindlessly saved her life, but never telling her anything actually about him.
He placed his hand gently on her chin and slowly pulled away from her. His eyes held so many emotions, everything he bottles deep down inside him put a determination in his big eyes. She watched him place his other hand on the shackles that tied her by the wrists to the bed posts. She felt a glimmer of hope he would release her. She had done everything he'd asked of her, she wouldn't run away anyways. A sharp sting ran up her legs from the ankle shackles. a cool trickle of wetness. Blood.
"Please," she said tugging at her wrists. "I'll behave. I have nothing. I don't even know your name." He grinned at her request. He kept the room dark and only showed up at night. He would undo her wrists and attach the long chain to her ankle so she could walked the tiny house. He only left her tied up when she didn't do as he expected. He was so angry to come here yesterday and find her trying to climb out the window. She didn't mean to upset him, but dying is worse than being locked up. She wasn't running from him as much as she was going stir crazy.
"How do I know you won't try and escape me? You certainly seemed determined to get through that window. From the looks of it," He glanced down at her ankles. "You wanted it enough to injure yourself. I can't let you loose with knowing Cienna." He sat up in the bed and leaned over her releasing each wrist from the cold hard metal. She sat up rubbing her wrists.
"It's been two weeks. I promised you that I wouldn't say anything. You can't just keep me locked up like this forever."
"Truth is, I'm not quite sure what Im going to do with you yet." He watched the way she shifted in the bed. Her shirt was caught around her hips pulling it lower on her chest. He felt a deep urge well inside of him. Why? He didn't understand emotions. Maybe if he had ever felt anything akin to like or love for someone maybe he would have some clue as to what he was feeling. The only love he had ever gone through wasn't a romantic love. Deb had been so important to him.
"So, in other words, you haven't decided if you'll let me live?"
"I have to trust you." He shrugged his shoulders and picked up a bag of food sitting on the floor next to the bed. He handed it to her. "Eat." She dug out a cheeseburger and began unwrapping it.
"Dexter. My name is Dexter Morgan."
Cienna looked up at him while taking a bite. "So Dexter, what do we do from here? I'd really appreciate an input on your decision. It is after all, about me."
"Well, what would you suggest?" Dexter asked her unwrapping his own burger. He was curious what she was thinking. He had stubble upon her two weeks ago during his personal time. His personal time as a creature of the dark shadows. Dexter grinned thinking of how he found her. Cut in places on her legs and arms, blindfolded. Her long brown hair scattered around a small once delicate face. She had heard everything. She had heard the screams of Matthew Anders, her torturer and his sisters murderer. Dexter had killed him. Yes, because of what he had done to Deb, but this wasn't his first time being a killer. Oh no in fact, he would like to think that he had mastered the art of remaining unknown to the innocent yet judgmental city of Miami. After all, Dexter had successfully completed 113 kills now. At least he had remained hidden until he came across Cienna.
"Well, obviously, I'd like to live. The way you kissed me earlier seemed you'd like me to live as well. Take me with you tonight. I'll stay under your watch. I won't try climbing from a window if you just remove the chains. You can say I'm your whatever. I don't care. Eventually, you'll learn to trust me right?" Dexter didn't mind the thought of this idea. But can he trust her inside his trouble life? Did he have a choice anymore? She was right. He can't just leave her here forever. "I have nowhere else to go. You saved my life. Aimlessly or not, you kill. . . I mean, you stopped him from hurting me. From hurting anyone again. By all standards, I owe you my life. I would never destroy yours. Kiss me again Dexter."
Dexter looked into her hazel eyes. She was beautiful. Everything about her was a vision he never thought he would ever see. He was so confused by all this. Why couldn't he just kill her? She knew everything but he couldn't do it. Why couldn't he stop from feeling like she was his to protect? What is feeling? Why did he feel something for this girl that made it so difficult to refuse her? He gave into the urge, their lips melting into one another.