His mother had of course as soon as they were locked up, given a full statement to the police, including the day Adam had assaulted that bitch who'd dared turn away as he was eyeing up her tits. How she strongly suspected Edward had taken him out for a meal that night, secretly very proud of his crime. She told them all about the abuse. Having to call Edward Sir, be there when he wanted sex day or night, cook, do as she was told and so on.

She'd also much to Adam's anger, disclosed how he was turning Adam in to a Misogynist just like himself. She begged the police to help him before it was too late, work with him to change his views and feelings towards women.

As Adam finally drew up outside the house he was about to work in, he laughed out loud at that memory. The pigs and quacks had told him some of what his mother had said, her number one wish was that he was helped and she apparently loved him. Total bullshit! The bitch was probably terrified of him and was saying this to save herself from his justified anger. Well if he ever found her again, Correction, when he found her again, he'd show her there was no chance of any of that. He'd show her just how little his feelings towards women had changed, IE not at all, and that she was as much a bitch as the rest of them. Just how much he hated her, his mother or not. He'd never love any woman for as long as he lived.

When the harsh buzzing of the breakfast bell echoed through the block at seven that morning, Derek Chancer stood up, feeling distinctly unrested. Blinking his eyes tiredly, he picked up his iPod from the bedside table, turned it off and on again as he'd been instructed. Within seconds, the music and fake workout aps reappeared on screen. Derek knew he had to be careful, but his curiosity was too much. He had to know if it would work now or not. Raising the iPod, he pointed it towards Hayward's cell. But there was only silence. Bugger! It seemed he would have to wait until later in the day to see if the update had done any good. Sighing, he slowly pulled on his uniform and awaited the arrival of the guards who'd shackle and take him to breakfast.

Danielle stirred slowly when the breakfast bell sounded, wondering at first if she had indeed been given pills. She'd slept well enough to have done, like a log actually. But then she felt Michael's arms still tight around her and smiled. Who needed pills? Michael Myers helped her sleep just fine. How ironic! Seeing as he would've once put her in an everlasting sleep, death.

"Morning Michael," she gave him a tired smile. The killer then did something Danielle would never have expected. He wiggled his left ear, the one her hand had been against all night.

Danielle burst out laughing. "No way! You did not just do that. Please do it again?" The killer did so.

"Damn!" Danielle giggled. "You shouldn't have shown me you can do that; you'll never hear the end of it, pun intended. I love people who can do that! I wish I could! I find it hilarious if I'm honest!" In your case fucking sexy to boot, she didn't add. The killer softly chuckled and wiggled his ear again.

A few minutes later, one of the guards opened their hatch. Danielle didn't recognise his voice, having not heard it before. "Hi Danielle, my name is Jeff Ellis. I'm one of the new guards, so you won't have heard my voice before. I only started last week; this is my first early shift. Mel's with me, tutoring me."

"Hey Danielle, Michael," Mel said. Danielle had been told how new guards were tutored one to one for a month when they first started, then from a distance for another month. If everything was fine, Loomis or one of the other senior doctors signed them off their probation period. Jeff sounded nervous. Was it of Michael? Danielle couldn't and wouldn't blame him if so. She'd been scared of him when they'd first met. But now…

She loved him.

"Hi Jeff," she said with a smile. "I'm not that scary I promise. Mel can vouch for that."

Mel laughed. "You are when you use that cane as a weapon," she said.

"Only if justified," Danielle grinned.

"Well," Jeff said quietly. "I'm here to tell you Dr Loomis has said you two can have breakfast in here if you want privacy. We've already got your order Danielle and Jordan's gone to get it. Mr. … Mr. Myers, what would you like?"

So Danielle had been right in her assumption. It was the killer he was nervous of. No crime there, she thought. Everyone is.

She heard the rustle of paper and guessed the killer had been handed a piece and a pencil. A few seconds later, Ellis said "sure Mr. Myers, just a moment." Then he was gone, Mel along with him.

"I think he's scared of you Michael," Danielle said quietly. "No crime there, everybody is."

Michael pulled her in to his arms and held her close tightly. Danielle smiled at him. "I know what you're asking," she said softly in to his ear. "I'm… Getting to the point where I'm not."

Michael placed her hands against both his ears this time and wiggled them. Danielle genuinely giggled. God it felt good. She couldn't remember, prior to her banter with Jack, the last time she'd really laughed properly. Shortly afterwards, the two guards returned with the food. Jack must've said something about what Danielle had said regarding it not being hot, she thought. As her scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, mushrooms and hash browns were piping hot and gorgeous. So was Michael. Her desk was big enough for them both to sit side by side as they ate. The guards brought in a plastic chair which Danielle took. Sitting there made her think about what she was longing to tell Michael. This was hardly a romantic way or time to do it, but she wanted to talk to Stark about it, see what could be arranged.

She knew Smith's Grove wouldn't be able to fix a romantic meal for two, probably too many security risks, but could Stark perhaps do something? Even if it was them eating in her cell just as they were now?

To Danielle, the realisation that she loved Michael Myers deserved something special when she told him. After all she'd been through, she wanted it partly for herself she couldn't lie about that, but also to show him she was serious in her words. She loved him. The killer would never have felt love before either, so she wanted to prove she meant every word she said to him. So when Scott arrived to take Danielle to her session, she knew what she was going to talk about today.

Once Derek Chancer returned from breakfast and was alone in his cell, he once again picked up his iPod, turned it on and pointed it in the direction of Hayward's cell, putting the earphones in his ears. This time, he heard something and listened as hard as he could. It was definitely Hayward's voice, but it was muffled. He could only hear her voice, not her words. Shit.

He restarted the iPod again and retried. Same result. He could hear she was talking, but her actual words were indistinguishable. After an hour of fruitless trying, he texted his employers again.

The update hasn't really worked. Did it update? Because now, I can hear her voice, but I can't make out a word she's saying. It's just really muffled. Please help? D.

A few seconds later, the iPod gave out its fake alarm clock sound. Furious, Chancer answered the call.

"Relax," drawled a voice he didn't recognise, but the laid back tone just made him angrier. "But I'm afraid in that case, you'll have to speak, to tell our Client. If we say it he'll think we're lying."

Before Chancer could text back he'd refused to speak, he heard the ringing sound. Those fucking bastards. They'd just put him through to Dawson without any warning or waiting for his consent. Shit.

As Adam held a screwdriver between his teeth by the handle and started twisting the tap to find the drip, he once again thought about Danielle meeting Michael Myers. He imagined her trying to touch the killer's ears as she had his and nearly laughed out loud. The idea was so ridiculous it was funny. Myers would kill the blind bitch if she even attempted it. Sure, Adam had let her touch his ears at first, he'd had to. To convince her he loved her, false sense of security as it were. That was the reason he'd also whistled. That'd been another thing Edward had taught him. "Pretend to love her at first. Be kind, do whatever she wants, make her think you're her Mr. Perfect. Then, either once you're married or she's moved in with you, let your true self out son! Bang! She won't know, literally, what's hit her. You probably. Especially if she disobeys you."

Privately though, Adam had absolutely fucking detested having his ears touched and couldn't wait until he could make her stop. God help her if she tried to touch his ears now a days. Not that she would of course. She hated and feared him. Excellent. She'd told him once that he had "nice ears." What the fuck? They were ears. Plain and simple. Nothing "nice" about them. She had a pair of ears too for fuck's sake! She should just touch her own! Maybe if he got his way someday he'd cut hers off. That'd serve her right.

When Adam had entered the house, his Client's wife had been there on her own. Adam immediately felt himself become erect again. Dam it! If he knew for certain the guy wouldn't come back, he'd fuck her right now. But he couldn't take the risk. Another so-called rape on his record would not be good for him. Her husband could catch him, or she'd call the pigs herself. So instead he simply followed her up to the bathroom, nodding as she told him about the tap and the other issues his Client had asked him to fix. "Ok," Adam said in his most charming voice. "Of course madam."

You don't know what you're talking about bitch, he thought. That's probably why your husband texted me the details. Women don't have a clue about work stuff. It's a man's territory. Women belong in food, fucking and obedience. They should just stop fucking trying to pretend otherwise and accept it! They obviously don't like the truth.

As he continued working, he did indeed hear the front door slam minutes later. Just as well he hadn't tried to fuck the guy's wife.

"Honey I'm home," he heard his Client shout. He felt sick. God! So he loved the bitch? Yuck! Why didn't most men realise women's real place? He was probably pussy whipped.

A short while later, his Client came up to see how he was getting on. Adam had by now fixed the tap and was moving on to the cracked bath panel.

"You might need a plumber to look at this," he said to his Client. "I can fix it, but you might want to get it checked properly by a trained plumber."

"No worries mate," the guy said, nodding. "Can I offer you a drink?"

"No thanks man, your wife did when I arrived." As she should, he thought. It's her duty as a woman after all. Even if you can't see that, idiot.

Adam sighed as he moved through the list of small jobs the guy had paid for him to do. He couldn't know for sure Danielle had met Michael Myers. But that was the problem. He had to be sure. But how? He knew it would take something clever, something which could not in any way shape or form be traced back to him. Ok, so this would take planning, which he knew he couldn't do while working. So when he got home tonight, he'd have to have a good long think about it. He decided then and there that just for tonight he wouldn't order a prostitute. Instead, he'd order a nice meal and while he ate it, he'd make his plans. He had only one mission in mind. To completely destroy Danielle Hayward's life before he killed her. No failed attempt this time, a knife straight through her throat. He already had vague ideas forming in his head, but he needed to sit down and actually work on them.

He'd heard rumours in and out of detention that the girl he'd fucked at sixteen had spent months in hospital, traumatised and now suffered from severe PTSD. Afraid of men and didn't trust them. Adam smirked as he thought of her. Ok he'd had to pay a heavy price for that fuck, which they called rape, fucking bullshit, but God it had been worth it! He'd done more damage to her than probably anything or anyone else could in her life. Now, a decade and a half later, it was Danielle Hayward's turn. What was more, this time she wouldn't attempt suicide, she'd be murdered. By him if he could help it.

He'd just turned off his electric screwdriver having secured the heated towel rail back to the wall, when his phone rang.

"Hello?" Dawson's voice said in Derek Chancer's ears. "Dawson?"

"Mr. Dawson," Chancer spoke in just above a whisper. If the microphones were as strong as those fuckers claimed, he should have no problem hearing him. "It's Derek Chancer in Smith's Grove. Bad news my friend. I think they've soundproofed her cell. I can't hear a word she's saying. I reported this and they apparently updated my software making the microphones stronger, but even with the update, it hasn't made any difference at all. Well, except I can now hear her voice, but not her words. I'm sorry."

"Then you need to keep trying!" Adam snapped. "You're getting paid enough!"

"I can't," Chancer said. "Not unless they can give me better software somehow. I don't think they'll get away with bringing an iPad or something in. I only just got away with the iPod. They're watching me Mr. Dawson. An iPad would ring every alarm bell in the place!"

There was silence, then Adam shouted, "FUCK!"

"Listen," Chancer said very quietly. "I'm on your side. I'd kill the bitch if I could, after I'd fucked her of course. So believe me, lying to you is the last thing I'd do. I want to hear what she says too. So I promise, I'm not making this up. I also need the money."

After another short pause, Dawson sighed and spoke again. "Well you can have the money you're owed so far from me purely because you kill and fuck women. Good man! Thank you! You're a man I really respect and would love to meet. When you get out of there, can we arrange it? I'll help you in any way I can! Financially, or whatever else you need, in your mission to fuck and kill more bitches!"

Chancer sneered. The guy was a fucking ammeter. Ok he was a misogynist there was no doubting that, but Derek doubted Dawson would actually be able to kill a woman. If he could, why wasn't Hayward dead already? Why had she even got here? As if reading his mind, Dawson spoke again.

"I tried; you know. To kill Danielle. She attempted suicide because I was quote abusing her, total bullshit! Fucking pussies won't make it law! God I wish they would! Women are second class to men but the powers that be are too cowardly or stupid to make it law! I had a machete that day. I was trying to finish her off with it. But she got in to my garage too fast and when I saw she was hanging so would die anyway, I locked the door. But God help me Mr. Chancer. If I'd got to her in time, that machete would've been straight through her throat. I had to pretend I was trying to get through the door because my fucking neighbour saw everything. I still got arrested. I'm serious, man. You can have the money you've made so far just for killing bitches. I'm also serious when I say please can I meet you someday? You're One of my idols."

Chancer felt his sneer intensify. Underneath it though, part of him couldn't deny Dawson's words and flattery felt good. He felt like a celebrity with a fan desperate to shake his hand or get his autograph. He decided he'd humour the rich guy. Especially if he was offering to help him financially when he got out! Now he'd offered, he sure as fuck wasn't taking it back. Not if he wanted to stay alive at any rate. Chancer killed women admittedly. But he could and would certainly make an exception to his usual rule and kill a man if he'd been lied to, named Adam Dawson.

"Ok," he said eventually. "We'll meet up when I get out of here. You can't visit me in here for obvious reasons."

Oh Adam knew what the "obvious reasons" were alright. His fucking bitch was also on that ward. If he came in to Smith's Grove even to visit Chancer, he'd be accused by that bitch of a judge of breaching his order. "Yeah," he said bitterly. "Don't I fucking know it!"

"Sorry," Chancer apologised. He wasn't really sorry at all. "But yes. When I get out of here I'll meet up with you for a drink or something."

"Brilliant, thanks."

"So what do you want me to do about the here and now?" Chancer asked. "I honestly can't hear a word she says."

Adam felt his anger soften towards the other man. True he was angry the quacks had made such a stupid, all be it clever move to modify his bitches cell, but that wasn't Derek Chancer's fault, a man Adam Dawson had idolised for years, given that Chancer was ten years older than him. He sighed softly.

"Just keep trying Mr. Chancer. Can you? I don't mean all the time but if and when you can?" Adam kept his voice reasonable and he genuinely wasn't angry with Chancer. Danielle though, that was another story.

"I totally understand where you're coming from re getting a new piece of surveillance equipment in after what happened with the iPod. I'm sorry about that."

Chancer snorted. "Fucking Loomis. I was in an interrogation cell for three fucking hours. Fucking cold and claustrophobic and there were guards all over me."

"I'm sorry," Adam said again. He meant it. Chancer made a dismissive sound. "Not your fault. Just keep fucking and hating women for me ok?"

"You're on," Adam said with a grin. He felt a strong bond with the notorious woman killer. They were united in their single aim. To get rid of the female sex. But then Derek Chancer spoke again, and Adam felt himself falling fast back to earth, his excitement fading.