Id like to thank those of you for the follows, faves, and reviews on this strange detour story that I have grown to really like. I'm a few minutes off of it being Friday, when I planed to post it, shame on me, but here it is, part two of my three hitter.

Chapter 2: Assimilate

So, that's the name of girl before me. "Ok, hi Jadelyn. That's a nice name." I say while smiling at her, hoping to ease her. She snapped at me once, god knows what'll make her snap again.

"Th-thanks. Its ok I guess, not as nice as Victoria though." She says, looking down.

"Nonsense. Jadelyn is a beautiful name. Jade is a great one also."

This woman in front of me, is not what I expected. I didn't expect a woman in the first place. Before she came into the room last night, I was expecting some sort of lumberjack bearded crazy guy. I was watching 'The Hills Have Eyes' the night before I took my hike, so 'cannibal mutant freak' even flashed in my mind. Other thoughts, other disturbing thoughts, were of someone who wanted nothing more than to rape me till I begged them to stop, or torture me bloody till I screamed and pleaded to just be killed. It terrified the living shit out of me.

After I heard it was a woman who took me, the rape part left my mind.

Kind of.

But torture wasn't off the table. Then I pictured some sort of woman with a tank top and flannel shirt with the cut off sleeves. I pictured a really short butch looking haircut, tattoos across her arms, and an axe. I pictured some sort of woman who dwarfed me in size. Obviously, that was not the case.

This person here, well she's no older than I am. She has one tattoo on her forearm. She's not large at all, hell, I think I'm taller than her. She also didn't have that weathered look I was expecting. I mean, to be honest, she was beautiful. No flannel, no axe. Well, at least no axe in sight. Maybe pointing out this beauty will help me.

"You know, Jadelyn, you're a very beautiful girl." The way her head snaps to me, it was so fast it's scary. Shit, did I say the wrong thing?

"Y-you mean that? You think I'm beautiful?" Her face, she is shocked. Why is she shocked? I figured someone like her would be told that many times by now. It's like she didn't believe me, or couldn't even think her being beautiful was possible.

"Yes, you are. You're very beautiful" I say while smiling. Now, while I was really saying this to get on her good side, it wasn't a lie, she is very pretty.

She begins to blush, furiously. It shows greatly on her skin. I see her eyes begin to water, I see tears begin to fall from her eyes.

Oh damn.

She claps her hands together and turns her attention upward to the ceiling. "Thank you, thank you for this gift. Thank you so so much." I hear her whisper. She then turns her attention back to me, leaning forward. "I'm glad. Very glad. I was afraid that you would think I was u-ugly or something. I was afraid I would repulse you. I'm so glad I don't." She says, tears still in her eyes, but smiling. Oh, so these are happy tears. Well, I guess that's good.

"Not at all. No repulsion." She smiles again. She then picks up the fork and goes about helping me finish my breakfast, until every bite is gone.

"I'm glad you like what I made. D-do you think you will want pancakes, eggs and bacon every morning?"

Every morning?

Every morning?!

She really plans on keeping me here?!

She sees the shock on my face, but apparently interprets it for something else.

"Oh! No no, it was just a suggestion. If you want something else just tell me, I'll make it for you. I think I'm pretty ok cooking wise." She believes I'm shocked at eating Pancakes every morning.

I'm shocked because she plans for me to be here every morning!

"Um, Jadelyn. May I ask you something?"

"Of course, beautiful. You can ask me anything." Now I find myself blushing. I have been told before that I'm pretty, but with most guys, I feel some sort of lecherous intent. When I'm hearing Jade say it, I don't feel like I'm being perved on, I feel like she really means what she's saying. Then I think to last night, when she stuck her tongue down my throat when she thought I was asleep.

There's a serious off balance here.

"You said that you brought us together. Well, what do you mean by that?"

She looks at me for a moment. I can't read her face. She picks up the plate and places it on the nightstand. She then grabs the glass. "I think you should drink your orange juice. I sure your throat must be dry." I take notice of how she avoided the subject. I also take notice how correct she is, I am a bit parched. While the food was safe, putting something in my drink would be very easy. I don't like how she brought up the OJ when I asked this question. I look at it suspiciously. She seems to understand this look.

"Oh! No no. I swear I didn't put anything in the drink. Look." She says as she takes a few sips of it. Smacking her lips. "See, it's just Orange Juice, nothing else. Here, please drink." She says, extending the glass to my lips. Well, unless she decided to bite the bullet and drug herself, I'm guessing that the drink is safe. I nod my head as she tips the glass so I can drink it.

Turns out I'm really thirsty, and I finish it in pretty quickly. Too fast in fact, because some of it spills out over my lips and chin and down my neck. When she pulls the glass back, she has this look in her eyes. Jade puts the glass down again and turns back to me.

"D-do you mind if I…" Then she leans forward and kisses me. She runs her tongue over the spilt juice over my chin, cleaning it up. I'm a bit to shocked to do anything. She then goes for my neck, and I feel her licking and kissing me there.

I…I don't want to feel anything, but my neck happens to be a spot for me. Feeling this strange girl, Jade, kissing me here, it's doing things to me I feel it shouldn't. Not while I'm being held as a captive.

Not while my life still has the possibility of being ended.

Or worse.

I let out a moan. It's a moan I didn't want to let out, but Jade was not making it easy. She's pretty good at what she's doing. I was hoping she didn't hear it.

"You made that noise. I heard it, that noise means you like what I'm doing. I'm glad." She says while nuzzling her face in my neck. "I have been waiting so long for you. Now that you're here, it's like my entire body is uncontrollable. It's like I have my dream right in front of me, and I need to squeeze it-" She grips me in a tight hug. "-to make sure it's real, and that I'm not dreaming, and that it can't be take away from me."

She places her hands behind my neck and pulls me in for another kiss. She bites my lower lip. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough that I feel the pinch. "Ow." I say and she stops. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were real. See, if I bite you and you feel it, it's not a dream. Dream people don't feel pain. When you kicked me last night, I felt it, and it hurt. It still kinda hurts." She says pouting while touching the area I kicked her on her side, well, the second time I kicked her. I didn't feel bad last night, today….today I think I do.

I was about to say sorry for kicking her when she decided to kiss me again. Focusing on my bitten lip. "Kisses make things better." She then shakes her head back and forth. I have to admit, I was becoming a bit fearful of her behavior, and it was….erratic. Unpredictable people do unpredictable things.

"I'm sorry, you asked me a question before. Then I gave you some juice, then I kinda lost it because the juice ran down your lips and it looked so amazing and I felt that strange feeling in my stomach, then there was the kissing and biting, and the rambling which I am doing now." I feel her gaze go down my body as she licks her lips.

"You asked why I brought you here. I said I brought us together. I meant it. I was told that I would meet my other half, the other part of my soul. The woman who I belonged to, the woman who belongs to me. The woman who…..might not see what I see, and that I would have to help her see, help her along the path to get where she needs to be, to being with me. That's why I….did the thing I did. If I had come to you and told you this, you might have ran, or called me crazy, or a freak, or tried to hurt me and then I would have lost my chance with you, and I DIDN'T WANT THAT, PLEASE UNDERSTAND I DIDN'T WANT THAT!"

The sudden rise in her voice shook me a bit, her hands on my shoulders shaking me also contributed to that. "Victoria Marie Vega, you belong with me, Jadelyn August West. I will keep you safe, and love you, and hold you and soothe you and do whatever it is I have to keep you happy. You will never, ever have need for anyone else ever again. I will be everything for you."

I…I can't even really comprehend what I'm hearing. She actually believes in the term 'soulmate' strongly enough that she would take to removing me from my life and placing me in her own.

"I will buy you things that you want, things that you need. We can talk about things that you want to talk about, like if you're feeling sad or mad, or just want to vent during our…special time of the month." She then grabs me by my waist, pulling me into her lap. I let out a little yelp. She looks away, almost embarrassed like.

"Also, I-I can be a great lover for you. I have read lots of things online, and seen lots of videos. I think…no, No! I know I can make you happy in the bedroom. I have seen many of the things that two people can do with each other, some of it looked really really fun." She says with a giddy smile on her face.

''There were things that looked pretty interesting." She says with a sly smile on her face.

"Then, there were things that looked pretty weird and strange." She says with a real faraway look on her face.

"I am willing to try any of those things in order to make you happy and excited to be with me." She stops and scratches her head. "Well, almost anything. I mean, the things I saw that had to do with….urination and excrement, that did not look too fun to me. Like why would you do that on someone? Doesn't that belong in a toilet bowl?" I think I know what she means, and I nod my head in agreement. I don't believe that would be enjoyable. He eyes reconnect with mine, her hands returning to my face.

"But, but but if you really wanted to do that…if that would make you smile and shake with enjoyment, then I would happily let you pee and poop on me." She says, smiling. I fully believe her. The way she is staring at me, I have never had someone look at me like this. She was looking at me, like I was the only girl in the world. I don't know how to process this. This is too much for me to handle. In her eyes, after all which she has just confessed, I thing she sees me as her world.

On one hand, people would LOVE to have people look at them the way that this mysterious woman, Jade, is looking at me right now. I myself would love to have someone look at me like this. If she approached me on the street, asked to take me out for coffee or something, I believe I could fall for this woman, but under these circumstance, I'm not sure that's possible.

Now, on the other hand….

It's very dangerous.

I feel, that if I try to escape, if I tell her I don't want this with her, she might break down. She might devolve. She might try to hurt herself.

Or me.

"Umm, don't worry, I'm sure we won't need to pee or poop on each other. That's not something I'm into." She smiles again, and I hear a small sight of relief.

"So, um, Jadelyn, what was it that you saw that made you think we belong together?" I ask her.

"Well, I had a dream a few days ago. I didn't see your face specifically, but I saw like…a silhouette of someone. They looked about your height, about your body frame, and nice hair like you have." She says, bringing her face close to my hair. "Your hair smells nice. I like your hair." She then continues on with her explanation.

"The following night I had another dream. This time I saw a girl, but she was naked, and her skin was tan, like yours is." She leans up and kisses my shoulder. "I figured that the tan skin means that you take a lot of sun in, or you were born with that type of skin color. Like the Hispanic people. I know it's the latter, from your driver's license, but can I ask which area specifically? Like are you Cuban or Dominican or Portuguese. I mean, it's not like it matters, I would love you no matter what race you are." Her eyes then widen. "I'm not a racist, I swear! I promise you!"

I chuckle a bit, more because I'm still a bit uneasy. "Um, I'm Latina. Well half Latina."

"Really? What's the other half?"

"Irish."

Her eyes light up. "Oh my god. Another sigh we are meant to be. I'm Half Irish too." She pulls me to her and squeezes me, something I can't resist because my hands are still bound behind me. "What's the other half?" I asked while still locked in her 'loving' death grip.

"The other half is Italian."

"Oh, cool."

She releases me from the hold. "So, I-I uh, oh yea, the rest of the dream. So, naked tan girl, beautiful, re-really beautiful naked tan girl, and she had hair like yours, and I saw everything but her face. Everything was clear except her face, it was like I needed glasses to see, and I had my glasses on to see her beautiful body." She says as she runs her hands up my thighs, my abdomen, up to my neck. "But when it came to her face, it was like my glasses were gone and it was blurry and I couldn't see." She says, brushing my cheek with her thumb. "But now, now I can see. It's your face, it's your body, it's your soul that belongs with me. Don't you see, Victoria, you and I, me and you, we are destined to be together…..forever."

She was, is, so focused on us. She believes that I'm the one she's supposed to be with. How could a dream convince her of this? How could she even be certain it was me in this dream? There are millions of girls who look like me, who have my height and body type, my skin color, a great many of them live in LA. How could she believe a dream told her that I was the one for her?

"Jadelyn, you know, there are a lot of people who look like me. Maybe, you know, maybe you're mistaken. I might not be the one you are looking for." It was like a switch was flicked, like day became night, her demeanor changes so fast.

"Are, are, are you saying that you don't believe me? You think I'm lying, don't you?"

Crap.

"No, no no, I don't think you're lying. I just think that maybe you think that….maybe I'm something that I'm not."

"Do…do you not want to be with me, Victoria? I know what that dream meant. I know what it signified. You are what I saw. I KNOW WHAT I SAW, AND I SAW YOU!" She yells at me. I fall back on the bed and try to move away from her in her rage. I'm worried now. Thankfully, she calms down.

"You know, I think that..maybe I put this on you way to fast. I think that you need some time alone, to think about things. Maybe to adjust to things. In my head, I'm already shopping for a ring, but you are just seeing me today. I need you to want this, need this like I do. So, I'll…I'll give you some time. Ok?" She says as she leans forward and kisses me. "I love you, and, and I believe that over time, you will love me too. You'll see." Jade says, before she launches off the bed, grabs the plate and glass and heads out the door.

"Wait, wait!" I yell out, but she keeps going, and before I can even wiggle off the bed, the door is shut again, and locked.

And I'm left alone.

Again.

Yesterday, after she left, she didn't return for a few hours, only knocking on the door to ask what I wanted for lunch, then a few hours later for dinner.

She continued to feed me, but didn't sit to talk with me again. Every time I tried to start conversation, she would avoid it.

It was extremely difficult to get my shorts down when I had to use the bathroom, even harder to wipe.

So again I fell asleep on this bed in that basement, still unable to move my arms.

Now, this morning, I'm lying on my side. Wondering what will happen next.

As I'm pondering this, I hear a knock at the door.

"A-are you awake?"

"Yes." I yell out.

"What would you like for breakfast, beautiful?" Even though she wouldn't conversate with me, she still kept up the terms of endearment. It makes me realize that she doesn't hate me, and not hating me means she probably won't try to kill me.

"Um, do you have and Cereal?"

"Yes, what kind?"

"Umm, Honey nut cheerios?"

"Ok, be right back….Honey." I hear her say, I can hear the smile in her voice while she said honey. It was cute.

Oh, no wait. I didn't mean cute.

I sit there for a few minutes waiting for her to return when I hear the door open. She comes in with cereal on a tray and a glass of orange juice. She's wearing a bathrobe, and her hair is wet, so I'm guessing she just got out the shower. As she lays the tray before me and goes to feed me, I ask her…..

"Jadelyn, do you think that you could untie my hands? It's been three days, and it's really uncomfortable. My arms are soar, my wrists hurt."

I can see the debate in her head through her eyes. I already spoke of my confusion about this 'relationship', she wasn't sure that freeing my arms would be a good idea. "I'm n-not sure if I shou-" I Slyly rub my knee against hers.

"Please, Jadelyn, please." Her eyes lock with mine and then look down at our connecting skin. "I would like to do things on my own again. Not that I don't like you feeding me, it's really sweet, but I would like to shower, and be able to move and go to the bathroom without breaking my neck." I said with a chuckle, hoping to get her to laugh, and I'm glad when she does. Though that laugh soon turns to panic.

"Umm, y-you're right. I should have done this when I took your blindfold off! I'm so sorry, my love." She says as she runs out of the room and up the stairs. She returns a few moments later with a knife. I stiffen up a bit when she gets closer with that weapon, but she doesn't notice. She goes behind me and cuts the ropes, and I finally can move them again, feels like it's been so long…

I would have cut the ropes sooner with my Swiss knife, but then she might have wondered how I cut them, and then things could have gone south, real fast. So I waited.

She puts the knife down and sits next to me, taking my hands in hers and kissing my wrist where the ropes were. "I'm sorry. I don't want you in pain, I don't want to hurt you. I want you to like me, to love me, and this didn't help at all." She suddenly starts smacking herself in the head. "I'm so stupid sometimes. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stup-" I grab her hands to stop her.

"No, Jadelyn, stop hitting yourself. You're not stupid, Ok? You're not!"

"Yes I am! I left you like that for so long, you need your arms for a lot of stuff. You couldn't use them because of me."

She was crying. Crying because she felt shame for leaving me partially handicapped. She was taking it out on herself. I didn't want her doing that.

"I'm sorry, p-please enjoy your cereal. I'll be back to give you lunch." She said as she escaped my grip and ran to the door. Also forgetting the knife she brought down here, but…but I wasn't going to remind her.

"Jadelyn, please promise me something?" I say before she closes the door. She doesn't acknowledge me, but I can tell she was listening to me.

"Please promise me you won't try to hurt yourself up there. Don't try to harm yourself in any way, ok?" I ask her. I was very concerned for her well-being, but there was another reason didn't want her hurting herself.

"I-I promise, Victoria. For you."

As she closed the door, I realize that the other reason I didn't want her hurting herself, and I guess a bit selfish on my part, was because, if she did, if she did worse and maybe killed herself…

Then I would be stuck down here forever

Left to die alone…

She did come back to give me my lunch, and again a few hours later for dinner. This time she decided not to even enter the room, she would just extend her hand inside to give me the food. She does the same to collect the dishes when I am done.

After dinner she brings down some clothes that she has. The weird thing is that they were my size. I'm guessing the day she took me, she must have checked my clothes to see what size to buy. I find that to be both helpful and disturbing. Did she already have these clothes? Did she buy them after we met? Has she been keeping an eye on me even before my trek to the spring?

I'm actually kinda afraid to have the answer to that question…

Before 11:00 P.M., Jade returns to my room, this time she decides to enter, I notice two different things. One, she's wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, and she refuses to look in my direction so I can't see her face, and two, she carrying lots of things.

"Ummm, I uh, I brought some things down here to keep you occupied so you won't be bored. I had you uncomfortable for a lot longer than you sh-should have been, I won't have you die of boredom. That type of think can make you crazy, I saw it on a ….prison show. They left people alone in small space alone with nothing to do, they had no sense of time, barely any room to move, and they were driven mad." She looks in my direction, but not directly at me. "I'd never be able to forgive myself if I made you like them. If I made you….insane."

She says this, and then she leaves the room, no goodbye, nothing.

Day Six

Today, I find myself reading one of the many books she gave me. Yesterday, she gave me all the books in the 'Hunger Games' series, and I'm finding myself enthralled in the first book. It's pretty good.

This morning I had waffles and sausage for breakfast. They were very good. She stopped by to ask, again, from the other side of the door, what I wanted for lunch, and I ask for a grilled cheese. Like everything else she feeds me, it's delicious.

Day Ten

I find myself enjoying this video game. I was never big on them, I mean, my sister bought a Wii and occasionally I would play Tennis with her, but I never sat down and got actually in to one. One of the games she left me is called 'Grand Theft Auto V' and I find myself really enjoying it. I mean, I heard about it before, like on the news and how people think it's so violent, and so far, it kind of is. I have shot many people, robed a few stores, and shamefully had relations with a 'lady of the night', but it's really fun. Like a living, breathing world.

Apparently I have 3 different lives, in one of them I have a puppy named Chop and I'm part of some sort of street gang, In another I am a redneck with a meth business, and in the other I'm rich, but I think my wife is cheating on me with the yoga instructor guy. This is so cool. Andre's always trying to get me to play these games when I'm over to his house, maybe next time I'll actu-

Andre.

My best friend.

God I miss him so much.

I miss my all of my family, a lot.

Even with the problems, I still miss them.

Suddenly, I drop the controller and feel the tears take over me. I slide to the floor, my back against the bed.

Finally, I begin to cry. After over a week of being here, I cry. I may never see any of them again, that possibility keeps running through my head. I cry even harder.

My watery eyes fall on the TV.

As unreal as this Game is, as reliant on the programing of other people it is, these three character are freer than I am…..

Day Fifteen

Another day I mark off on the calendar. It's been officially more than two weeks since I have been taken. Another day I am stuck down here.

After my shower this morning, Jade helps me while I put on the bottoms of whatever I decide to wear, like she always does. She's a gentlewoman who looks in the opposite direction while I dress. She has to help because she has to unchain my leg so I can do so. She remembers to reapply that chain, always. Still afraid to let me go. She doesn't say much, still.

She doesn't stay long, still.

She still comes in with a hoodie on, I don't understand why. It's like she is ashamed of me seeing her. She still says nice things to me though, which I can't help myself liking.

If things keeps going away, I won't ever get a handle on how she feels about me, or what her plans are for me. If I'll ever be able see the sun again. I need her to know, or think, that I am fine with her belief that we belong together.

I don't like deception, I don't like to lie to people, and I only lie as to not hurt people's feelings.

The more I think about it, lying to her, letting her believe that I feel for her what she feels for me would make her feel better, at least now.

It could blow up in my face down the road, but if I don't try something, if I don't try to alter things, this might be my schedule for months.

I wait until she comes to the door to ask me what I would like for lunch. This time I decide on a desert, "Do you have any Chocolate ice-cream?" I ask her.

"Y-yes I do. I'll be right back, Tori."

Another thing over the past few days I have noticed is her new nickname for me.

'Tori'

It's not one I am used to. Most of my family and friends calls me Victoria, or if they're looking for nicknames, it's 'Vic' or 'Vicky'. Or, if you're Andre and you wanna be funny while I'm playing with your dog, you'll call me 'Michael Vic'.

This one was new to me completely. No one has ever called me Tori, and I have to say, I didn't mind it.

Actually, I liked it when she called me that. The name felt right.

She returns a few minutes later, and I see the door open. She comes in with, not the normal ice-cream I was expecting, but an ice cream sundae with a cherry on top. It looked amazing.

She's still dressed in that damn hoodie, It goes all the way down to her thighs so I'm not sure if she's even wearing any bottoms. She lays the tray on the bed. "J-just let me know when you're finished." She goes to leave but I don't use words this time to conversate and get her to stay, I grab her wrist.

"Jadey."

This is the first time that name has left my lips. I was trying to think of a good nickname to call her. I really like the name Jadelyn, it's unique. I also like Jade, but it's something I'm guessing people already call her.

Well, if she knows other people.

I wanted something I could call her sometimes that was just special between her and me. If I wanted to get her to trust me, and her to think…believe that I like her too, special names play a key role.

She looks in my direction, hell, she looks me right in my eyes this time. I stand and take her hood off. It's the first time I have seen her face fully in over 10 days. I go to unzip the hoodie, she looks at me but doesn't stop me. I see that underneath it, she's only wearing a shirt, its long, about the length of the hoodie, and black. The shirt hung off of one shoulder, so I could see her bra strap. I toss her hoodie to the floor.

Before all of this, I dated a girl. Once. So I guess I consider myself bisexual.

We really liked each other, and she was sweet, and pretty. Her name was Elizabeth. We didn't go all the way, not without trying, but I did a few things with her. Before her parents caught us, or rather caught her about to go down on me.

The funny thing, and by funny I mean sad, thing about it was that they weren't against their daughter falling in love with a woman. They were against their daughter falling in love with a woman who was….different than them.

As in not white.

For the rest of the time I spent at Sherwood, before I changed schools, she didn't speak to me because her parents forbid her, and threaten to take away all the things she loved if she kept seeing me.

Guess she didn't like me that much.

Despite everything that has gone on in the past two weeks, I can't deny that this woman, the same woman who removed me from society, from my friends, from my family, from my life, is undoubtedly the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen in my life. I mean, if Jade and Jennifer Lawrence both approached me one day, before this all happened of course, and both offered to be my girlfriend, I'd have to say id pick Jadelyn.

It would hurt like hell not to date Katniss Everdeen, especially after reading these books, but I'd have to say Jade. If she showed me this kind of affection on a more controlled level, how could I not fall for this girl.

So, as she stand here before me, in her shirt, bra, panties I think, and socks, and her beautiful perfect skin, her amazing smile, I find myself aroused, and I find myself ashamed for being aroused.

And ashamed for the tactics I'm about to play.

"Jadey, you mind staying with me? Maybe help me eat this?" I say gesturing to the sundae. She looks surprised at my question. "Really? You w-want me to stay?"

"Yes, I do, gorgeous." I say, smiling at her.

It's an empty smile.

She sits now near me, before she looks like she remembers something. "Oh, I-I uh, I should probably go get another spoon." Before she gets up, I grab her hand. "That's not necessary." I say as I scoop some ice-cream and go to feed her. She looks shocked yet again, I nod my head and she opens her mouth. Her eyes close in enjoyment as I pull the spoon from her mouth. "Mmm, yummy."

I go to get some for myself but she stops me. "D-do you mind if I feed you again? I really enjoyed that."

"Sure, go ahead." She takes the spoon from me and feeds me again, like she did back when I couldn't. When my arms were constricted. Something changes in her while we continue to do this, her actions become a bit….sultry. I think that's the word.

She stares me in the eyes when she feeds me, her eyes become Smokey and places the spoon right in her mouth right after feeding me, slowly removing it and licking it. "Your turn." She innocently says, handing me the spoon.

Another layer of Jadelyn is revealed.

Seductress.

After we finish, I decide to tell her something.

Something I know is a lie, but I think I have to do in order to get her to start trusting me.

It may very well help me leave this place.

"Jadelyn, ummm. I need to tell you something. Last night, I had this dream." Her eyes get big for a moment, but she restrains herself like she doesn't want to get too excited.

"W-what kind of dream did you have, beautiful?"

"Well, I was in a field, and there was this woman in a black dress. I couldn't see her face because I was far away, and she had similar skin tone like yours." Her eyes take on a suspicious look.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. I get closer and I see her cutting flowers with scissors and-" She grabs me by my shoulders before I can finish.

"Scissors?! I LOVE SCISSORS. I LOVE THEM A LOT!" She happily yells at me, it's the happiest I have seen her since that night she confessed why she thought we belonged together.

Before I shot that down.

Now I'm trying to raise her up again, but with false hope.

"Really now?" I ask, I had no idea she loved scissors. I'm not even sure why I said scissors. It just came out.

"Yes really!"

I grab her face in my own hands. "Jadey, I think….I think that I believe you. I think we do belong together." I say, hoping my voice is filled with sincerity, and I think it reaches her because her eyes begin to water.

"I have been waiting, and waiting, and waiting to hear you say that to me. I told myself, that if I was patient, you would see it too! You have, you finally have!" She says before she launches at me, on top of me and begins kissing me. I hear the bowl hit the floor, but neither of us care.

I kiss back, I kiss her back with a passion that her body has ignited in me. I feel her hands roam my body, her lips linking with my lips, I feel her tongue roam my mouth, and I do the same to her. My hands reach her butt, my tongue dances with hers. My breast rub up against her fuller ones.

My body is enjoying this even though it shouldn't. She pulls her lips from mine, and I notice how mine follow hers for a second, not wanting them to part.

"Victoria, please tell me that I'm not dreaming. Please tell me you're not lying." She says to me with heated anticipation of my answer. She seems so fragile here. I should feel no guilt for trying to trick someone who, technically has me as a hostage….but I do.

"No, Jadelyn. I mean it with everything that I am. I love you."

"I want…I mean, can we..I mean, not it you don't want to-." I knew what she was trying to say, and my ploy aside, I wanted it too. I push my fingers to her lips to get her to stop rambling. "I want to make love with you too, Jade." I say before grabbing her shirt and pulling it over her head.

She's breathing hard and her chest bounces with each breath. As she comes back down to relock our lips, I try not to lose sight of why I am doing this.

Why I'm here in this place…

Why I haven't seen anyone else in over two weeks….

Why this chain is around my leg…

Why I have that knife she left here days ago, hidden under the dresser….

And hoping I don't have to use it on her.

Or myself…..

One more to go.

I shall try to get this out in the two day time frame I (Stupidly) set for myself.

If not, it should be the very next day.

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