A note to everyone reading this story,

I hope that you are enjoying this Hollow Love tale and continue to do so. With that said, I would like to mention that this is a Dark story, and in a dark story, characters have problems, some mental including Abigail, which will come out in later chapters. If you proceed to read this with a concrete synopsis of how a character must be, you will not like it. Not all characters have to be redeemed in every story. Please read what is written, not what you want it to be, because not all writers write the same way or how you want the story to evolve. I wrote this to express my feelings about some comments that may turn others away from reading the story. Their thoughts may not be the same as yours, and I wish those with an open mind and enjoying the words written would comment. ~Frostbytefire~

She had a peaceful night's rest despite all that had happened to her. Her dreams confused her. The incident with Abraham was all that she relived. Her body flushed with warmth, and Abigail had no reason for this besides being possessed with something Abraham put in her food.

Abigail got up, bathed, and selected one of the revealing dresses that Abraham had bought for her. The red color made her skin glow and hugged her curves.

Abigail pulled her hair back into a ponytail and then opened the door and found Abraham standing there, waiting.

She gasped as he stood there staring at her. She watched his eyes roam down her body.

"I was coming to get you for breakfast." He said as his eyes slowly rose from her feet to the top of her head. Abigail felt her belly flare with heat as his inspection continued. Abraham moved closer.

"You said that you weren't going to touch me."

Abraham held up his hands. "I am not touching you."

He moved closer, forcing her to back into her room. Abraham lowered his hands and reached out and grabbed her when she stumbled over her shoes.

Abigail held onto his t-shirt as she stared up at him. "I don't want you to hurt yourself. I am not touching you."

Once she regained her footing, his hands slowly slid off her body, touching the soft curves as they did so.

Abigail looked down at her bare feet as Abraham stepped closer. "I made eggs and bacon."

"Okay," She had no idea why she was out of breath. Abraham moved even closer. His shirt touched the dress.

"Coffee and toast, or orange juice."

"Co, coffee is fine."

She felt his lips beside her cheek. "I did not hurt you when I touched you, did I?"

Abigail shook her head. "I will never hurt you. I won't let that man harm you that wants to force you to marry him."

"Okay,"

She saw his hand extend towards her and wait for her to place her hand in his. Abigail felt butterflies in her stomach as her hand slid into his. His grip was firm. He led her towards the door, and Abigail followed.

"What did you want to do before you ran away?"

Abigail sat beside her kidnapper, surprising herself that she felt no anger or panic sitting beside him eating. She hated him for touching her as he had yesterday, didn't she? Her body seemed to awaken after his touch.

"I studied to be a teacher, but Luke would not leave me alone. So I had to leave."

Abraham stared at her bare legs and then returned to his breakfast. "He will leave you alone; I will make him."

Abigail watched his profile as he ate. "He will hunt for me."

"I would,"

"Why do you want me?"

Abraham faced her. "I like the way that you flirted with me at the diner."

Abigail again had a breathing problem and turned away from Abraham and back to her food. "I did not."

"You did flirt with me." Abraham's left hand slowly moved towards Abigail's bare right thigh. He felt her jump when he laid his hand on the soft skin.

"I'm not touching you to hurt you." He continued eating.

Abigail felt heat run rampant through her belly and down between her thighs. Her hand shook as she picked up her fork to eat. The sound of a crackling fire in the other room filled the silence between them until Abraham spoke again.

"You made me happy when I saw you smile at me."

Abigail turned and watched his profile. "You seemed lonely to me."

Abraham's eyes met hers. "You seemed that way too. We both are running from our pasts."

Abigail stared at him a moment longer and then turned back to her food.

She sat beside him on the sofa, watching the fire in the semi-dark living room. Abraham had not opened all the blinds.

The blonde-haired loner sat back against the cushions and watched her as she sat forward. His left arm rested on the pillows behind her.

"The agent mentioned your father."

Abraham looked at the fire. "He was not human. I think he was a demon. I can hear his voice sometimes trying to make me do evil things."

"Did he tell you to take me?" Abigail studied his body and face. She could see pain and hate take over his frame.

"No, He wants me to hurt people. So I don't listen to him. I try to stay to myself so that he will remain silent."

Abigail felt fear when he turned and looked at her. "Do you hear him now?"

"No, He is quiet when you are near or when I think of you."

Abigail returned her attention to the fire.

"Why don't you sit back?"

"I'm fine,"

Abraham moved his hand to her long ponytail and began running his fingers through it. "Sit back,"

Heat flared within her belly when she felt him tug on her hair, and her body began falling backward. Abigail felt his hand on the back of her neck as he moved closer to her. His lips touched her neck.

Abigail closed her eyes and gave a breathy sigh. "You said that you would not touch me."

"I am not hurting you am I." His voice was a whisper as his lips moved across her neck. His other hand scooped under her knees, and Abraham swung them up over his legs. Abigail stared up at him as he smoothly moved his body over hers as her head fell towards the bottom cushion. One of his knees pushed between her thighs as he returned to kissing her neck. She made a sound of uncertainty.

"I'm not hurting you." His kiss moved towards her breasts as he pulled on the material of the dress. Abigail's mind flooded with fear, pleasure, and confusion. Why was she not protesting what he was doing; because her body liked this attention from him.

Heat rose throughout her flesh, making her moan as Abraham began pulling her dress up her twisting body. His lips moved down her body, kissing her belly as he pulled her underwear down.

A silent alarm tripped, and a light flashed in the living room. Abraham raised his head and listened. The pleasure flooding her body began to fade the moment Abraham stopped. Abigail opened her eyes and saw how tense he had become.

"What is wrong?"

"Someone is here."

Abigail saw anger flash over his face.

He pulled her dress down and helped her stand. Abigail followed him to the front of the house.

"It's Crane," Abigail said, looking out the window. Abraham stood silent.

"Does he come here often?"

"No,"

Abigail turned towards her kidnapper. "Should I hide?"

Abraham stared at her for a moment and then slammed his lips over hers with hunger and promise. A muffled cry of pain escaped her as her back hit the wall beside the window. She could hear his belt clanging as he undid the buckle. Abraham ripped her underwear from her. He grabbed the back of her knees and lifted her from the floor, preparing to ram inside her knowing he would hurt her even more than a normal deflowering being this rough.

Ichabod pressed the button and heard the soft bell ring. He looked around the porch for a while until the door opened.

"Abraham, "

"Crane,"

"I have some bad news to tell you."

"About what,"

"Hank, we found him dead."

Abraham already knew of Hank's death, but more information would help his hunt of who did it. He stepped to the right, and Ichabod walked inside after removing his winter hat.

Luke stepped from the black Escalade pulling his coat tighter. Two of his other associates walked into the hotel. "He said that she was living in this icebox."

"Yeah, He said that a storm was coming. We can stay at this hotel until it passes over, and then we will start looking for Abigail."

Luke smiled. "A waitress, when I could give her the world."

His driver, Edward, chuckled. "Women,"

Luke walked towards the five-star hotel with a smile on his face. "Tomorrow, we will drive into town and see if she is home. That will be a screaming affair."

Edward chuckled again. "Are you saying that she will not be happy to see you?"

"Shocking, isn't it,"

Edward laughed. "Her father seemed confident that she would screw up, and she has by working for Hank."

Luke sighed with a smile. "Having someone owe you money is a great equalizer. He offered her for the debt."

"I thought that he liked her."

"He does. Art said that he was talking to some loner about protecting her."

"From you?"

"I don't know. Hank was strange. He kept talking about knowing who's killing the women around here."

"How would he know that?"

"He said he saw him."

"Did he tell you who it was?"

Luke smiled. "Yeah, I will use it if I have to."

Edward waited for him to say the name, but Luke kept walking through the hotel's automatic doors.

"Are you going to tell me?"

Luke walked up to the front desk. "When the time is perfect to use them to my advantage."

Edward chuckled as he grabbed their room cards, and they continued towards the elevator.

Author's Notes

Thank you for reading this Dark story. I hope that you enjoyed it and will continue to seek it out. ~Frostbytefire