She woke to see a white blob blurry blob obscuring her vision. She gasped startled and shifted herself further up the mattress while Brahms stepped back wringing his hands. She sighed and reached up to push her hair out of the way. Her hands were trembling that wasn't good. Brahms bent down and picked up the bag that had the train track in it. She felt slightly stupid now getting it but he seemed happy.

"Mine?"

"Yes Brahms that's yours, You've been such a good boy I wanted to get you something. Do you like it?"

He nodded vigorously she cleared her throat " Then why don't you set it up in your room like a good boy while I shower and get ready? I dare say it must be close to meal time isn't it?

He nodded slower this time his eyes narrowed.

"I have to shower and get my pills Brahms surely you can be a good boy for a little bit without me watching over you."

He still looked at her coldly apparently not ready to trust her yet after she had broken the rules. Finally he nodded slowly and guided her to her room. Rather then leave her he sat on the the bed and bounced idly up and down.

She sighed and glanced at the table. She couldn't reach the bottle without him seeing it. If he had been watching her 24 7 which she expected he had he would know what meds she used and what she didn't. "Turn your back Brahms." she said crisply.

He cocked his head.

"Are you going to watch me shower? That's very naughty of you Brahms." She teased. He said nothing just stared at her. She took a deep breath. Ok Marissa it's time to start laying the foundation down of this game and making your move. She turned away from him and positioned herself so he couldn't see her front in the mirror She began undoing the corset first while moving slightly side to side humming. She pulled it off. Then slowly she bent over enough to catch her dress pulling it over her head.

She turned and looked at him over her shoulder coyly. He sat unmoving, but his eyes were huge and gleaming. She was willing to bet his mouth was hanging open drooling. She slid down her underwear making sure he got a perfect view of her goods before she stood and walked into the bathroom fluffing her hair. She shut the door leaving it open a crack so as not to make him suspicious and got in the shower.

Now it was his move. He'd either get in the shower with her or he'd have himself a little private time. Either or would work in her favor. She glanced out of the shower at the door wishing she could get the bottle. She had no way of hiding it though. She'd have to make sure he was distracted and occupied with something else. As she soaped her arms and cleaned her face she pondered various ways to do this.

When she washed off she turned and yelped to see him standing at the door of the shower. She gave a shaky laugh.

"Brahms you bad boy, you scared me." She reached out and snagged her towel. She wrapped this around her as she stepped out. For a moment he stood over her inhaling her scent. She knew she needed to take charge. "Out, I need to get dressed."

He stayed over her.

"Be good Brahms. Maybe later if you're really good...maybe I can be...naughty to you." She purred briefly stroking his chest drawing on finger down to his naval. She mentally gagged. She was all for flirting cosplaying and the whole nine yards but she had always been a lot more direct in her conquests.

Marissa didn't want to be crude because she honestly had no idea if he would know what she was talking about if she was. Besides if she could get him out of the room she might be able to snag the bottle, but where to hide it? She realized she had a dress with discreet pockets. It would be perfect.

"Play with me." He held up the box to her. She nodded "Of course I will but I need to get dressed Brahms I'm freezing. Why don't you set it up in your room and I'll be along shortly." She smiled at him, touching his arm, letting her body accidentally brush against him. Encouraging him to give her privacy. He hesitated then glanced at the box he was holding. He turned and stepped outside the bedroom. He closed it halfway then turned to give her the eyeball. She nodded "That's fine Brahms. I'll leave it open."

He stepped away but she wasn't fooled. He was there outside the door waiting on her. That was fine. She dug out clean underwear hesitated and decided her plan was served better with no brassier. The corset style top would give her all the lift she needed. She started to lay on the dress on the bed and stopped at the last moment. Her blanket was distinctly wrinkled and she could see there was a damp spot. This pleased her as she wriggled into the dress. He was impulsive with his lust.

That was good. It gave her more control over him. She couldn't control lust but lust spent left desire and anticipation and she could play desire like a fine instrument. She grabbed the bottle and stuffed into the hidden pocket.

Now she was armed.

She followed him to this room

"Oh excellent Brahms!" She picked up some of his toys and began organizing them. He watched her tense. As soon as she was done he went behind her and rearranged everything more to his liking.

Once that was done she managed to get him to set the new toy aside to participate in his lessons. She felt a need to cater to his rules a as much as possible to relax him and make him lower his guard. She did her best not to look down on Marcus's body. Dwelling on it wouldn't help her in anyway.

He sat on the couch cross legged while she walked and paced reading out loud, enjoying coming up with voices and gesticulating wildly with one hand.

She stopped at one point and turned to him their eyes met and he quickly dropped his feet to the floor. With an enthusiastic cry of "Be Count Olaf, Brahmsy!" she looked at him waiting for him to repeat Olaf's line.

'"Does this seem like a nightmare? A bad dream? Because that's the effect I was going for."!" He squealed.

She shook her head. "Deeper Brahms like a bear would sound." She growled at him in a low voice then laughed shakily at how ridiculous she sounded.

He leaned down, eyes narrowed then repeated the line in a deep rough voice. She jumped clapping and laughing. He sat back quickly seeming to be a bit taken aback by her enthusiasm but he got caught up in the game until they were both laughing.

Marissa glanced around the room trying not to seem casual. This wasn't the room to spring her plan. There was no way out but one door since she didn't know Brahms' way in or out. Nothing could be used for a weapon and bopping him on the head with a book was liable to piss him off. She would be stuck with her plan unless something else came up. The problem was she didn't know if the bottle actually had a drug in it or not. On top of that her idea to dump the whole thing in a cup of tea and give it to Brahms was going to be that easy.

What if it was too much and it killed him? What if it made him more dangerous? What if he tasted it and spit it our before forcing her to drink if all?

She set the book aside and stepped out on the landing trying to not to seem conspicuous as she tried to bring her racing thoughts to bear on her escape. The kitchen? Plenty of weapons there for the both of them. She winced as she pictured Brahms ramming a fork in her neck leaving her to bleed out on the floor.

Maybe she should try to get him to show her around the tunnels in the wall and memorize them so she could make a run for it. She turned and nearly tumbled down the steps. He had crept up on her so silent she hadn't heard him. He grabbed her to keep her from tumbling and stepped back pulling her away from them. He tried to tug her closer to the steps and she resisted. "Brahms what are you doing?"

"Bedtime." He said still trying to drag her over to the hidden entrance.

"Its not bedtime." She said confused. He turned to look at her eyes gleaming.

"Bedtime." He said firmly sounding more normal.

"No."

She knew immediately that being belligerent was not a good idea. His hand tightened on her and his eyes narrowed.

"Please? Please pretty..."

"Stop that!" Her cry sent him back a few steps letting go of her while he looked at her his body language speaking of utter shock. His eyes took on a wounded look and she knew he was getting ready to do that fake baby cry.

" Stop it. Your not a boy Brahms. You do know that don't you? You're a grown man."

He put his hands together and began fidgeting nervously. He refused to look at her.

"Brahms your a grown man, please tell me you understand that? Look how big you are."

He stepped back away from her as she stepped forward hands up moving as she would to try to clam a wild animal that might spook.

He started shaking his head. She splayed her hands on his chest and inched closer to him.

"Brahms, take off the mask. It's time to be the man you are. Not a doll, not a boy, a grown up. Don't you want to be a grown up?"

He was shaking his head harder his breath making explosive gusts behind the mask. He cringed away from her even as his hands flew up to cover his ears.

She reached up to hook her fingers under the mask and he violently threw her away from him sending her into the wall where she crumbled stunned. She didn't get a moment to get her wits together because he hauled her to her feet and his hands slipped around her throat. She had only a moment to suck in a sip of air before she strangled out one word.

"Kiss."

Brahms froze his hands slowly loosening. She coughed a moment then met his confused eyes.

"I'm sorry I was bad Brahms. Kiss. please? Show me you forgive me."

He leaned forward and she twisted away. "I want to kiss you Brahms. Not the mask."