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I just sat at the end of the bed staring at the wall in front of me. It stared right back at me. What would these boys do to me? Things have definitely changed from when we were kids. This was serious. I had just ran from one trouble into another. What was I going to do?

There was a faint knock on the door, and I jumped a bit and looked over at it. My heart is pounding with utter fear, and I was unsure of what to even answer. This wasn't my room. I didn't reply, so the door opened quite swiftly and in came Vincent looking concerned. I jumped and leaned back onto the bed with a gasp of initial shock. He looked at me stunned.

"Why didn't you answer?" he asked in his low curious tone. I blinked madly now and shrugged.

"I- I didn't know I needed to. It's not really my room." I replied. I looked beneath his arm and noticed some towels. He looked down for a minute and then back up.

"For the future…and your safety, you should answer." he told. I nodded quickly and he came closer inside and held up the towels. "You can bathe with these. I will return with your bags."

He handed them out to me and I was tensed almost immediately. Slowly, I reached out my hands and slowly took the towels and wash cloths, and as I did, one of his large callused hands moved over mine. I wasn't sure what to make of this gesture, but I nodded slowly.

"Thank you." I replied, and without any other words, he left. I ran my fingers over my curls once I threw the towels to the side. This was crazy, all of it. Maybe I should win over their trust and if they left me leave the house, I can call to someone in town and they could help me escape. I sat there for fifteen more minutes it seemed, and there was another knock at the door, but it was firmer. I cleared my throat remembering my instructions.

"Come in?" I asked. Now the door opened swiftly once more and in came Bo. He gave me a crooked smirk and I felt almost disappointed that it wasn't Vincent. His eyes were dark like those of a man who could not be trusted. In his hands he held two bags.

"You sure packed a lot of stuck Ophelia." he said once again speaking every syllable of my name. He dropped my bags right beside the dresser. I noticed one of the locks of the two locks on one bag was unlocked. I swallowed a bit and looked from the bags to him.

"You went through my stuff?" I asked and he looked from them to me and shrugged.

"Well sure. Gotta make sure you don't have any weapons that could hurt me and my brother." he said. "But you sure got some cute panties in there. Red is definitely your color. You should wear those red lace panties in there and the pink ones or the white ones."

"Stay out of my stuff." I said and he didn't seem concerned by my meaningless threat for he was looking at the towels now and now he looked lecherously curious.

"Ohh were you about to take a shower? Maybe I should join and make sure you're squeaky clean." he swooned taking a step closer to the end of the bed and I moved further onto it quickly.

"I'd prefer Vincent." I said quickly with a bit of acid in my tone. I don't know why I said that, but anything to get him to stop moving would be helpful. And that seemed to both stop him dead in his tracks and shock him.

"You would prefer my brother over me?" he asked angrily. Now I expected him to hit me or something. He looked down as if searching the ground for the answer. I knew I had pissed him off. His eyes grew dark with anger and he looked up at me.

"Be ready for dinner. If you aren't ready in five minutes I will personally drag you out and dress you my damn self and darlin' I can get pretty handsy around a pretty girl." he commanded harshly and slammed the door behind him causing me to jump at the loud noise. It took me a few minutes to calm my rapid heart beating and a few minutes to process his threat. Did he just call me pretty?

I shook my head of the thought and hurried and opened my brief case. I noticed I didn't have my cell on me. That mean the boys had it. Shit. If he tries to track me my phone could lead him here. I hoped that day wouldn't come, because if he finds me he will kill me if these boys don't. I looked out the window to see the moon was up high. So night clothes were in order. I pulled out some blue pajama pants and a black tank top. I wore the white lace panties and white comfort bra. I wasn't really flat chested, and it would be a cold day in hell before I start to sag at my age.

I hurried into the shower and was lucky to find soap. I bathed quickly and got out and moved to my bag and rubbed lotion on my body. Another knock made me jump again.

"Come in." I answered, and the door opened and Vincent leaned his body in. He had on some brown sweater and pants on. His hair still fell over his face covering his mask. I had never seen Vincent without his mask on, even as kids, and I was still very curious to what he looked like. I use to just stare at him, and now he was just staring at me for a moment.

"Dinner." he finally replied. I nodded sliding on my socks and now moving towards the door. He stepped out so I could leave and we just stood there before each other. After a moment, he finally turned and began to walk down the hall. I followed him back down the stairs passing the front door once more. I followed him into a brown dining room. It wasn't brown, but the dusty bulbs in the lamps around the room made it seem brown. There was a rectangular table with three chairs, two at both ends and one at the middle.

Bo was just putting plates down when he looked up at us. He now smiled wild and whistled with interest.

"Well here she is, the guest of honor." he said. Vincent left me to sit on the right side of the table, and Bo just pulled out the chair and smiled at me. I inhaled lowly and slowly worked my way around the table. Bo followed my body as it moved and when I was before him I began to sit down into the chair and he tucked me into the table. I felt his nose inches from my cheek inhaling it. I leaned back out of instinct now. He chuckled lowly. "You smell good."

I stared at him from out of the corner of my eyes now and just waited for him to back away and move to the other side of the table. Now I looked down at my food which was a plate of mashed potatoes and steak. In seconds, Bo began to dig in to his food. I just sat there and stared at him for a moment and then glanced over at Vincent who just played with his mashed potatoes now. I looked down at my food now. It didn't look bad and sadly I was starving.

"Well don't just stare at it." Bo said firmly. I looked at him to see him staring hard at me. "It ain't poisoned." After a few seconds, Vincent got up with his plate and left from the dining room. I watched with mild fear not liking to be left alone with Bo. Bo watched him leave and I wondered where he was going. He seemed to be a positive wall separating Bo from me, but with him not here, I felt like I was thrown into the deep end of danger.

"Don't mind him. He has only ever eaten around me. With you here, I guess he's all shy now." Bo explained before looking at me with hard eyes once more. "No eat."

This time there was no room for just sitting here. I picked up my fork and ate the no season steak and the butter-less mashed potatoes.