Chapter 5:

*Shadow's POV*

First month has gone by fast. Jonathan likes the new girl act I've been doing and I am so thankful that he helps out with incident like what happened with that inmate.

Speaking of Dr. Crane, another section is scheduled for today. Hopefully the process will be quicker because I don't like being here.

"Shadow and Victoria," he greets us with a smile. "Please have a seat."

I happily sit down on the chair with Victoria in my arms.

"How do you feel today?"

"I don't like being the good girl," I pouted.

"You know what happens when you continue on playing the good girl," he says calmly. I still continue to pout sadly. "Now put the pout away," he gently orders me.

I obeyed.

"Now," Dr. Crane then smiles, "if you have your dream wardrobe, what will it be?"

The corners of my lips curl up in a huge smile. "Elegant witch dresses with black and colorful accorsities."

"Capes as well?"

"Yes!" I smiled more. "Makeup and nail polish to match."

"Hmm," he hums, "would Victoria like her own wardrobe as well?"

"Oh yes she will love to have new clothing."

Then he leans closer to me with a smirk. "You don't deserve to be here."

A blush covers my face at how close he is to me.

"Where do I deserve to be?" I asked.

"A place that you, me, and Victoria can call home," he breathes against my lips.

"Am I really going to be your sidekick?" I whispered, looking deep within his glass covered eyes.

Jonathan takes off his glasses to continues to stare into my eyes. "Be my Mistress of Fear." My heart swells. "We have the ability to scare everyone for the thrill of fear."

I feel a tear run down my cheek as I smile more. A single nod was enough for him. Jonathan's hands cup my face and our eyes closed. Our lips meet in a very electrifying kiss. Electric starks travels all over our bodies. Emotion and head has made Victoria slip out of my arms so we can get trap with each other's desire.

Slowly we pull away so he can look at me with love and lust in his eyes. My eyes mirror his emotion.

"My Mistress of Fear."

"My Scary Scarecrow."

Ever since then, our sections together has been very amazing.

*Three Weeks Later*

Everyone around me has gotten used to the good girl act so I wouldn't worry about them. My breaks from the act are when I am with my Scary Scarecrow. Which it is just enough for me to don't go more insane that I am already. Everything was great until another bad incident.

I was heading back to my cell after my daily responsibilities. Suddenly I feel my body hit the railing. My cell is on a different level so I almost feel from the second floor.

"Remember me witch," it was the inmate from before.

"Pl-Please sir," I mumbled, begging for him to stop.

He ignores me and continue to beat me, possibly to kill me. I lay there on the floor after one attack. Pain hurts my lungs from the breathing.

Guards appear to stop him, having him away from me.

"Shadow," Dr. Crane speaks softly under the chaos.

I look up to him freaking out because I have no idea what to do.

"Come with me," he whispers again.

He leads me away from everything here and to his office. Hopefully none of the camera are recording.

"Are you alright my Mistress?" Scarecrow asked worried for me, hugging me tightly.

"Now I am," I whispered, snuggling into his chest.

"Forget about the process. I'm going to take of care of the release papers."

"Thank you."