Day had just broken when Caleb entered the barn. He did his usual chores; checked on the animals, fed them, cleaned out the stables, that sort of thing before moving on to his newest distraction.

Angie hardly stirred as the boy checked her over. Rough hands cupped her face and a grimace came over her features as he attempted to rub out some of the dirt in her cut. Some flies buzzed irritatingly around it, and he realized her had no choice but to patch it up. If he didn't, they could spawn maggots in the gash.

Caleb made his way back to the plantation. The walls were still stained with various symbols of the Cult. He smirked at them, but didn't pause to look them over. They'd have to be washed away of course, but not anytime soon. Not if he had his way.

Grabbing a rag from the counter, he stared out the window as a bowl filled with cold water in the sink. The house was eerily silent. Perhaps it was because he was so used to his father home schooling Nell, but by now the place was usually bustling with activity. Even if it was just Louis yelling for him to get up or Nell making breakfast. He frowned.

The bowl overflowed and he dumped some of the water back into the sink.

Angie moaned as something cold and wet pressed against her brow. Her head lulled to the side, but a firm hand was quick to grasp her chin. The girl struggled vainly, but eventually subsided. The cool rag continued to wipe and dig into her cut. Once Caleb was satisfied, he took a more gentle approach to washing away the dried gore from her face.

"There we go," Due to his bandage, he couldn't raise his voice much higher than a whisper. He pushed some of her short hair back. It was dirty and coarse, but he ignored that for now. His eyes fell to her jeans. The blood had crusted over the thin material.

Her hazel eyes fluttered open at the sound of her zipper opening. Angie shifted. Caleb slipped the jeans down her hips as her gaze landed on him. A scarcely repressed smirk rose to his lips as it sharpened at him.

"Caleb." Angie swallowed the lump of fear in her throat. "Wh-"

"Just relax." His fingers trailed back up her bare thighs. His nails tickling her sweat dampened skin.

"Caleb, let me go." The girl grunted. She jerked at her ropes; the quick bursts of pain no where near as unbearable as the humiliation of his stare. The last time she had seen him his bandage cover most of his face and was a stark white. Now half had been peeled away, only protecting his chin…and what was left was speckled with someone's blood.

Caleb continued to touch and caress her legs. Absently he peeled some of the remnants of the blood from them as he watched her flush and struggle. It was hot. He swallowed and pressed his hips to hers. The boy dipped his head to brush against hers, a smile on his lips as he brought a hand up.

When the blonde jerked away from him, he frowned. Carefully grasping her throat, Caleb asked why she was so nervous.

Angela stared at him. He was insane. Unsettled and rightly scared, she stammered, "I…you… let me go."

"Why would I do somethin' like that?" He tilted his head. "You'd just run off. Go to the police."

"Why would I go to the police? I mean, what? Because of what happened in the truck?" She laughed anxiously, "No one has to know about that! Please, Caleb, you have to let me go!"

The boy smirked. "Why?"

Angie faltered, stunned. "What do you mean why? I have to get back to the hotel! Cotton and Iris-"

"You don't need to worry about them."

"But Daniel-"

"Him either." He gave her neck an experimental squeeze. When her breathe caught, he let go. "Trust me."

"What-Caleb." The girl pleaded, "Caleb, please, I- I have to get back. I won't…I won't do anything stupid, I swear, just please-"

"God." Caleb chuckled. It was a cruel sound that made the hair on the back of Angela's neck stand on end. His hand dragged down from her neck through the valley of her breasts to the top of her plain white panties. "It's so hot when you beg like that."

Frightened, she asked him, "What'd you want with me?"

For a few moments, he said nothing. Just ran the tip of his index finger over the elastic waist band that hung low on her hips. Finally he told her. "Nell needs a mother."

Her brows rose. A wince crossed her features as her gash reopened, but she didn't comment on it. "What the hell are you talking about! She already has a mother!"

"A dead one," Caleb expanded coldly. His stare sharpened at her. "She needs someone to take care of her…like you did last night."

"I-I can't! I'm not mother material!" She tried helplessly, "I can't even keep goldfish alive! Please, Caleb-"

"What?" The young man snapped at her. His features turned menacing as glared at her. "You don't like my sister?"

"What?"

"You think you're better than us?"

"I think you're fucked!" She screamed at him. All restraint gone, she began thrashing and shrieking at him. "WHAT KIND OF SICK FREAK-"

With a roll of his eyes, he punched her in the stomach. She choked at brutality of it, her legs jerking up to protect her torso. He grabbed her by the hair, effectively stopping her protests.

"Look here, Angela." Caleb sniffed, licked his bottom lip and went on, "I ain't gonna put up with this. You're gonna be a good girl, do as your told, and shut the fuck up about it or I'm gonna take ya out back and slit your throat like the worthless bitch you are. Ya hear me?"

When she didn't respond, he shook her. "Ya hear me, girl?"

Angie closed her eyes. Under her breathe, she muttered, "Yes."

"What was that?" His grip tightened in her hair. "Speak up."

"Yes." She repeated, not looking at him.

"You're gonna do as you're told. No sass?" The boy repeated, loosening his hold and softly brushing her hair back.

Features spiked with pain, she nodded. "I will. Just… just let me down. Please, Caleb…my arms-"

"I'll let you down."

Angela sighed with relief. "Really?"

"Really?" Caleb nodded with a smile. He held up a finger as he told her, "You just have to do one thing for me first."

"What?" she asked skeptically.

Leaning down, he brushed his lips against her ear. "Suck my cock and I'll let you down."