Chapter 9:

*No One's POV*

The closet lamp shatters when a glint of metal drops to the ground. Second thug bends to pick it up starting at it. A bat shaped brushed steel plate stares back at him. He looks up confused, but the third thug is actually staring at what is above him.

"What?" he asked him.

Second thug looks up as wel to see a dark shape figure hanging from a crane directly above him. It's a giant bat with its wings folded close it's body and his head pointed down towards the ground.
"What the hell," he mumbles to himself, confused.

The bat drops down with his wings open and dropping downwards to the second thug in the darkness. Third thug runs between the containers with his arms pumping. He quickly head towards down the narrow corridor before turning to a corner to hide into the darkness.

He somehow spins off of his feet, letting out a piercing scream. The other thugs hears the scream.
*Shadow's POV*

Screams are heard as I hold my dolly closer to my chest. Flass jumps up from the screams.

"He's here," I speak softly, knowing who it is.

"Our time here is done," Scarecrow announces, standing up.

"What?!" Flacone didn't like the sound of that, but it was too late.

We already disappeared into the darkness.

*Later, Few Days Later*

While waiting for my handsome Scarecrow, my eyes begin to close from my body becoming sleepy from being bored. Everything has been done from doing my chores and having my daily nutrition requested by him.

After a while, my ear picks the sound of the door opening and closing.

"So beautiful even in sleep," Scarecrow's deep voice speaks.

Than silence, making me concern.

Screams appear out of my mouth when he scared me into a tickly attack. Laughter than appears out of my mouth at him tickling me.

"Please stop!" I screamed out, laughing.

Scarecrow stops at my request and kisses me fully on the lips. I kiss him back while wrapping my my arms around his neck. His hands are on my sides, pinning one down on the couch. My scary Scarecrow doesn't break the kiss as he pulls me up and into his lap.

"How are you my Mistress of Fear?" he asked with a smile.

"Bored my Scary Scarecrow," I whined a little. "There's nothing else to do!"

"Did you do your chores?"

"Yes."

"Your daily nutrition and exercise?"

I nod my head.

"Tea parties with Victoria?"

"Yes," I nod again.

"Hmm, how about we go to a little field trip?" he suggested with a smirk.

"What's a 'field trip'?" I asked confused.

"A field trip is when you and I are going for a drive," he explains.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see my Mistress of Fear," Scarecrow smiles, kissing my lips. "You go and get ready for our trip Shadow."

"Okay!" I smiled big.

I quickly head to our shared bedroom to get ready. The outfit I'm wearing for our little trip is a long black dress with a split that came from my waist down to my feet, revealing a short black skirt. Sheer long sleeves go down to my middle fingers. Fishnets on my legs as small series of black crow feathers are my shoulders that forms down to a sweetheart neckline.

The matching witch hat is on top of my head when I put on my makeup to match with my jewelry.

"Isolabella?" Scarecrow calls for me, entering into the bedroom. "You almost done?"

"Yes, I am," I smiled, looking at him through my mirror. "I just need my shoes."

"Wow," he smiles, seeing me stand up. "You're beautiful."

A blush appears on my face when he said that as I smiled back.

"Would you please give me my shoes for tonight pretty please?" I asked him sweetly.

"Of course I would," he smiles more.

Jonathan takes my low heels with cute little black bows before he did, his glass covered eyes look at my sheer covered feet and legs again.

"Jonathan?" I speak up, concerned about his silence.

He didn't speak any words, but his actions told me what he's feeling. My lover lifts up one of my legs to his eye level. Scarecrow's desire for me always turn me on. His touches and kisses on my foot up to my thigh makes me moan and slowly making me lay back down.

"Your heart and your body is all I need in life, my beautiful witch," he breaths against my tights.

"Scarecrow," I breathed his name and than gasp when he kisses the inner thigh dangerously close to my heat.

"The things you do to me," Scarecrow breaths huskily.

"My Scary Scarecrow," I moaned, blushing more. "The things you do to me," I moan at the hot breath.

Scarecrow kisses up on my stomach, breasts, and neck while gently pinning me down on our shared bed. Slowly he pulls away to give me a smirk as he takes of his glasses.

"Do you want to kiss like mommies and daddies do before going on our field trip?" he asked darkly.

I look up to him with a smirk and nodding my head.

He smirks more, leaning down to press his lips on my lips.