His lips, soft, warm, inviting, welcoming. My eyes linger on them for a second, my mouth going dry. How can someone who's so beautiful, not understand the affect that he has on people? Especially women. And suddenly, a pang of jealousy hits me. How many other women has he had in his bed, lingering in the sheets with him? How many women of the night have strolled in and out of his small two bedroomed apartment? Maybe over 100? Or a little less? Who knows? But it's a subject Im going to ask him. It's taken us this far to get this close, that would push him away.

His intelligent eyes take in my face, exploring and wondering. His fingers experimenting with the soft skin on my hip. "Don't leave me" He mumbled, his voice full of fear and anticipation. "Never" I mumbled, my fingers grazing the light stubble that pecked his cheeks. He moves my fingers, and presses a feather light kiss to my fingertips. I pull my fingers away and entangle them in his now cropped short hair, pulling him closer, crushing the air that's between us. His lips meet mine, and they gently caress them.

His lips entice and coax my mouth open letting his tongue entangles with mine. It's sweet and yet still has the desired passion burning behind it. His hand cups my jaw bringing me even close to him, almost both of us moulding together. Breaking away, as I gasp for air, his lips trail down my jaw before reaching my neck, sucking on my pulse point. "Ava, did I ever tell you how beautiful you were...are?" He mumbles his voice heavy in lust and his eyes are dark. The laugh slips from my lips. "Yes, of course you have Spencer" I murmur, before pulling his lips back to mine.

"You don't understand though do you? He's going to kill me" I whisper to the FBI agent tied up next to me, his eyes are dark, and he's awkward. "I won't let him, just try" He whispered back, sincere caring in his voice. "Promise?" I murmur, trying to loosen the ties on my hands. "I promise you Ava" He murmurs, my eyes widen in shock. "How do you know my name?" I hissed, unsure of how to get the ties off. "I heard him call it you" He mumbles, staring at his battered converse. I manage to free one of my wrists, the blood and red skin making it easier to slip the other one out. I quickly undo my ankles before scrambling over to him, and trying hard to undo his too. "Look for a sharp object" I hiss at him, not trying to sound volatile but we're running out of time. He whispers something about find a rusty nail, before we both hear footsteps.

He's making his way down to the basement. Before I register what im doing, my lips are pressed against the FBI agent. Pulling away as the steps got louder. "You promised" I whispered in his ear before scrambling back to where I was supposed to be tied up. "I promise" He murmurs. "Thankyou…" Realising I don't know his name. "Spencer" he mumbles before the door flings open. My eyes dart to the floor. Spencer. I run the name through my head, as I remember his soft slips pressed against mine. That's when I feel his hands on me, dragging me up. "AVA" Spencer shouting, it's no good, his grip gets tighter, it's going to bruise in the morning, that's if im alive by then.

He drags me upstairs, my feet failing to move, let alone cooperate with him. I feel tears running down my cheeks, not realising im crying. Spencer's still shouting my name, and banging his feet making as much sound as possible, but it's pointless. Within, an hour. We'll both be dead. He pushes me down on the dirty mattress, my skin begins to crawl. I know where this is leading, and I think of how stupid I've been. My hearts pounding and my breathing's ragged as he pulls down my cropped shorts, exposing my skin to him. His dirty hands make their way up my thighs, before he presses a blade along them. Fire, searing hot fire is all I can feel. My eyes are blurred from the tears I refuse to cry, I won't let him have any justice. He pulls my panties down and then I give up. Slumping so it's almost impossible for him to move me. But that doesn't matter for him; in fact it makes things easier as he roughly pushes himself into me. Not even caring that Im a virgin. And that when the single tear falls. For everything he's taken away. He's ruined me.

What seems like a lifetime, he drags me back into the basement, not even bothering to shut the door. My face is swollen and bruised from the hits his served out to me. My tearstained cheeks don't even phase me, not anymore. Im not worth anything anymore. I curve myself into a ball, and try to block out the sound of his footsteps retreating. The door closes, and that's when I begin to sob. Within two minutes, Spencer is by my side, awkwardly gawking at me. Before he does something so unexpected that it scares me. He pulls me into his lap, my body trembling, and gently rocks me, slowly and peacefully, one of his hands rubbing my hair soothingly. He pressed a light kiss to my forehead before I fall slowly to sleep. His arms are comforting and they make me feel safe and protected.

Opening my eyes, I feel nothing. Im numb. Maybe Im dead? But then I hear my name being called out which causes me to turn my attention to my right. Sat in the plastic hospital chairs is Spencer. His hair is unkempt, his eyes are raw from lack of sleep, and light stubble is forming over his high cheekbones. How long has he been here? How long have I been asleep? My head feels light, and my joints are weak. "Ava" He squeaks, practically leaping off his chair. Im taken back by his forwardness and excitement of seeing me awake. "How long have I been here?" I mumble my voice groggy and thick with sleep. He smiles a crooked smile which causes the rest of his face to light up. "Three days" He mumbles, playing with skin around his thumb. Three whole days I've been asleep. He sees the concentration on my face and mutters "They we're pumping you full of drugs to keep you sedated, after everything that happened to you" He suddenly goes beet red, remembering the kiss. Im somewhat dissatisfied with it, I want another one.

I look at my arms, noticing various needles and drips, big purple blotches mark my skin in the shape of hands, his hands. This reminds me. "How did we get out" I stutter, as my head begins to spin. "It was a blur really, I don't remember much, but I promised I wouldn't let him kill you, im sorry for what he has done though" He says, almost feeling guilty. How could he feel guilty for something that he never had control over? "What happened to him?" I manage to choke out, as my words jumble with salvia. "He's been arrested" He says, before standing up to leave. "Wait" He looks down on me, his eyes filled with something unreadable. "Please don't leave me" I whisper as my eyes begin to tear up. He smiles again before taking my hand in his and sitting back down. "Never" He mumbles, before, I rest my head on the pillow and try to fall to sleep.

The next few days blur with each other as Im poked and prodded by various different doctors and nurses. Spencer visits every day, staying well into the night to keep me company. He's the only real friend I've ever had. But it's much more than that, there's something between us,that I can't understand.