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Chapter 4

Angie

I don't know why I said it, it just came out. When left, my mind started racing and I started thinking about all the things I hadn't experienced and for some reason I couldn't get THAT thought out if my mind. When he lifted the blade I panicked.

His jaw dropped and he started at me intently. I blushed so red that I swear I looked like a tomato. HE chuckled at my pained expression and ran his hand down my throat; I shivered at the erotic danger of him so close to the vulnerable area. I shied away from his touch when he proceeded down my neck to my collar bone, as delicious shocks ran through my body. He continued his hand going between my breasts, my breath hitched and I closed my eyes unwilling to see his hungry gaze. He carried on until his hand came to a rest on my abdomen, where he ran his fingers across my stomach, causing the muscles to contract sensually. He withdrew his hand and I heard the unmistakable sound of a belt buckle being undone. My eyes flashed open and I looked at him wide eyed as he pulled his belt off. I shrieked and sat up, feeling vulnerable lying down. Pulling my arms painfully, I tried to thrust my arms out in front of me. I moved back as far away as possible from him. He glanced up at me dropping his belt and moving to remove his shirt and as much as the thought of seeing him with out a shirt on intrigued me, I was not ready for this.

"No, I didn't mean," I paused not sure what I meant.

"Really because it was pretty clear to me, you want to be fucked before you die, Am I correct?" He murmured crudely his deep enriching voice.

"I…what? No I mean that I want to experience life, I want to be romanced, have kids, grow old, and travel, die of old age." I rambled, my cheeks flushing.

"And experience life you mean fucked; you have a bad case of the one track mind, sugar." He countered reaching for me again. I sighed defeated, he was right, well about a small part of it anyway. He was just about to touch me when, I shouted again.

"Wait, what's your name?" I asked not really knowing why I asked this question, I really need to learn to keep my mouth shut.

"Jack, now it is my turn ask the questions." I nodded committing his rather mundane name to memory; you would think that a killer would have a bit more of an imaginative name. I must be crazy to be crazy thinking about all of these things while chained to my bed, at a killers mercy, I mean what kind of nut job admits that they want sex before they die. I thought angrily.

"Does your security system run on power?" I nodded in reply.

"How long will the power be off?" He asked. I just shrugged not really listening but he got irritated ad grabbed my shoulder and gave it a ruff shake, ignoring the tingling sensation where he touched me, I opened my mouth to reply, letting out a sigh.

"No way to tell, but it looks like the fuse box has blown which would need an electrician to fix." I replied reluctantly, hesitant for his reaction.

"Do you have another power source so that the system can be shut down?" Jack asked again with out skipping a beat. I nodded.

"Yes ancient generators that will take at least a week to accumulate enough power to lift those heavy doors." I replied as it dawned on me that I am really trapped in here with this dead gorgeous man, literally. I watched him grit teeth, ooh god a week, I thought.

"Where is the generator?" He asked.

"In the basement," I replied still not sure why I was being so honest to me killer but for some reason I felt drawn to him. Jack started to unchain my wrists, pausing to give me a warning glance. Ignoring his expression my mussels tensed to make a brake for it, forgetting that I have no where to go anyway. He stepped back and gave me room to get up, I did and with a final glance at him I lifted my leg to run off. I sprinted off and I smiled when I heard him cuss. I just reached the door handle and I fumbled in the dark but I felt a hard muscled body collide with mine.

"You can stop running, sugar. I am not going to kill you until the generator has enough power so I can get away as soon as you are heart stops pumping." He whispered and I tried to ignore the large poking hard, something that brushed against my lower back. I gasped as he twisted me around.

"Take me to the generator." He said his minty breathe blowing in my face. I nodded and for some idiotic reason my knees had gone like jelly. Whishing I could be as far away as possible form my lustful killer, I started to lead him to the basement, he placed his hand on my lower back and I failed terribly at not thinking about the enticing object that had been there a few seconds ago and I felt a slight twinge of feminine power at how I was effecting him. I picked up my pace trying to put some more distance between us.

I paused in the hallway and turned towards my desk; felt his hand squeeze and I glanced up at his watchful gaze. Ignoring him, I pulled open the middle draw and rummaged in the semi darkness for a flashlight. My hand closed around a cold metal think and I pulled out the flashlight triumphantly, flicking on the light. I had felt Jack tense when I pulled out the flashlight.

I started to walk again and I could feel his impatient gaze boring into the back of my head.

I reached the basement and I was about to turn the handle but Jack's hand shot out grabbing my own over the door handle and a sudden awareness of his closeness assaulted me again, swallowing hard I jerked my hand away. He smiled darkly and turned the handle pushing me in first.

I inhaled the familiar stale scent of my basement, I walked towards the generator switch and I flicked it on. A loud whirring started and the volt count board lit up. I reached over switching on the light instantly illuminating the room showing the shelves packed with all sorts of preserved food and a deep freeze that contained various perishables, my personal safe house stash.

"Preparing for world war three, sugar?" He asked his rich voice making every thing he says sound like a whispered intent or a sweet nothing. I shivered involuntarily and it didn't go unnoticed by him, he lifted his eyebrows and shook his head.

"Yup, something like that." I said turning away from him. I kept surprising my self with my balls around him. I started to walk up the stairs but I stumbled my eyes suddenly dropping. My jaw dropped in a huge yawn, I carried on up the stairs blurry eyed. Without thinking I started to walk to my room, the thought of my warm bed taking over.

"Where do you think you are going?" He asked his hand shooting out grabbing my arm in a vice like grip. I gasped in pain.

"Bed, I am supped tired," I mumbled, weakly shaking my arm to get him to release arm.

"God dammit, Jack! Let go of me." I carried on my voice dripping with venom, from so many different emotions and physically tiredness. When he still didn't let go, my anger spiked and I whirled around, stabbing my finger to his deliciously defined chest.

"I have no where to go, I am stuck here with you, supposedly my killer and if you don't give me some space I am going to seriously loose it!" I shrieked, ripping my arm out of his grip. He started at me for a few seconds as my eyes filled with tears and I ran to my room not bothering to close the door.

I did what I always did when I am about to cry. I picked up my guitar not caring about my cut fingers and started to play a hauntingly sad ballad, by Alice Cooper's, Welcome To My Nightmare, I let the music take over helping me forget everything.

Thanks you, ooh and please review, any thoughts on Griffins (Jack is a fake name in case you where wondering) Crudeness?

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