When Crane went down to visit her later that evening, he found her plate empty, whilst she was curled up in the sheets.
Smiling tenderly, he undressed, and crawled into bed with her. As he pulled her to him, her body immediately went rigid. It upset him; he didn't want her to fear him, but he knew it would take a while, for her to accept him. After all, she had found out the truth, he had to work hard to earn her trust again. He had to be very patient, something he wasn't exactly known for. But he had to.
Sighing to himself, he bit his bottom lip, as his arousal hardened in his nightly clothes. She was so alluring. He wanted to do so many things to her, to have her writhe, and moan as he took her, and made her his.
But he couldn't. He knew that if he did such things without her consent, she would never trust him.
Diana laid frozen in fear beside him. Her breathing felt thick in her throat. She was scared; she wasn't sure he could keep his hands to himself…She should've known he was a creep.
Tears filled her eyes. She had trusted him, over her best friend. She felt so awful. She couldn't apologize anymore…Adam and his parents were dead…
'Adam…I'm so sorry…' she sobbed very quietly.
She tried to pull herself out of his grasp, but he firmly held her still. She bit her bottom lip, sobbing. Just the thought of his hard member throbbing violently against her left her so disgusted and violated. He was no better than her stepfather was…
When he put his arm around her waist, she dug her nails into his skin, before dragging her nails down onto his arm. She didn't want him to invade her personal space like this!
He hissed lowly.
'You little-'
'Get off me!' she snarled.
He forced her onto her back, glaring into her green eyes. As she looked, she saw long, red welts on his arm.
'Behave. I wouldn't like to punish you', he told her lowly.
Her eyes widened. Her confidence immediately made place for fear.
'Please don't…' she pleaded with him.
She watched as his eyes softened. He ran a hand down her cheek. She flinched, and he hushed her softly.
'There's no need to be afraid of me', he murmured.
She turned her head to the side. How could he say that, after all he had done? He had lied to her, deceived her, and had killed an entire family just so he could get to her…how could she not be afraid of him? He had turned her against her best friend!
'After all you've done?! You turned me against my only friend!' she snarled.
He didn't answer.
'I hate you', she sobbed.
His mouth dropped. She then saw how much her words hurt him. It left her swallowing in fear. What was he going to do now?
As soon as he raised his hand, she put her arms up in front of her. He soothed her, rubbing her sides.
'I would never hurt you, physically', he murmured.
She bit on her bottom lip, tears silently cascading down her cheeks. He laid a kiss to her forehead, and she put her hands to his chest to keep him away.
Yet at the same time…she flushed at his closeness, which she scolded herself for. She couldn't feel anything towards him after all he had done.
'I understand you're scared, and confused. But all I've done up until now…was so I could protect you', he whispered.
She didn't answer. He lay down beside her, pulling her smaller frame into his body. His heat engulfed her, and his scent overcame her senses. It left her so scared, and at the same time…she felt some sort of safety with him.
She laid her head into the soft pillows, while tears ran down her cheeks. Every now and then, a soft sob, escaped her, until her exhaustion took over, and put her to sleep.
…
The following morning, Crane had already begun to get dressed, when Diana woke up. He did up his dress shirt, and watched her, as she looked around her hazily. Her eyes met his, and almost immediately, she crawled back into the corner of her bed, clenching the sheets between her fingers. His heart sunk at her fearful expression.
He sighed, and he got onto the bed, to crawl toward her. She tried to get away, tears beading up in her green eyes.
He laid a hand to the top of her head. She put her small hand to his arm, to push him off.
'Shh…' he hushed her.
'No…get away…' she began to plead.
He peeled the sheets off her, and looked down on her body. He bit onto his bottom lip. She was such a sinful girl. The things she made him do…
He took hold of both her arms. She weakly pressed her hands into his chest.
'I'm not going to take advantage of you, Diana', he whispered.
He laid a kiss to the top of her head.
'Come on. I'll make us some breakfast'.
…
Diana sat in silence, in Jonathan's kitchen. She watched him cautiously. She just wanted him to turn away…so she could try to escape…
'I have to go to the bathroom', she lied.
He looked at her.
'The bathroom's down the hall, first door to your left', he smiled.
She got up, and went into the hallway. She went to the front door, swallowing. She looked around her. If he found her trying to escape…what would he do?
Shaking, she reached for the door-handle. She pulled at the door-handle, and to her horror…it didn't open.
Her mouth dropped.
'N-no…'
Tears began to fill her eyes. She sank through her knees in defeat, and began to sob. She weakly pounded on the door. She wanted to get away from him; she felt so scared he would take advantage of her. Even though he had said he wouldn't…she knew the looks he gave her way too well…her stepfather had looked at her the same way. And with her, dressed in such revealing lingerie…it was only a matter of time before he would snap…
She kept sobbing, even when footsteps came into the hallway. She looked up to him, with tearful eyes.
'You really thought I would leave the front door unlocked?' He wondered.
She dropped her head, crying.
'I-I…'
'Shh…' he cut her off.
He kneeled down in front of her, and slowly, began to run a hand through her hair. At that moment, she was too exhausted and emotionally drained to put up a fight. Maybe if she just gave him what he wanted -
No! She mentally scolded herself; she couldn't give in to him. She wouldn't let another man take advantage of her again…and at this point…she wasn't sure she could ever be intimate with anyone again. Hell…she wasn't sure she even wanted to anymore…
'You can't keep me here…people will go looking for me…' she sobbed.
He kissed her forehead.
'No, they won't. Gotham is rotten to the core, Diana. They won't care', he whispered.
She snapped her head up to meet his blue eyes, her mouth agape. She tore herself from his grasp.
'I'm not hungry anymore', she told him off.
She got up, but his iron grip on her forearm prevented her from leaving. His hot breath soon found her neck. She could feel his body heat, and it scared her how close he was.
'Drop the act. I know you're terrified on the inside. Trying to put up a wall of faked confidence won't help you.'
Her eyes began to water again.
'Give up…you know as well as I do….you won't escape', he went on.
'Shut up' she choked out weakly.
He tightened his grip on her.
'Ahh ahh…' he warned her; 'Be a good, obedient girl and go back to the kitchen'.
He released her.
With tears in her green eyes, she went back, as he had told her. She sank back onto her wooden chair, and watched as he poured her a glass of orange juice. He put it down in front of her, along with two slices of bread, covered with baked eggs.
In a pathetic attempt of defiance, she pushed the plate away from her, and crossed her arms over her chest.
He took a seat himself, humor on his facial features.
'Eat', he commanded.
'No', she mumbled.
He narrowed his eyes and sipped from his coffee.
'You're going to eat that. Or I will have to physically bind you to that chair until you do', he threatened.
Her mouth dropped. With shame, she pulled the plate back to her, and slowly started to eat. All the while, she tried to fight more tears threatening to spill from her eyes. How could he be so cruel to her? He had been so kind and fixated on helping her before…and now…she saw this mean, almost dominant side to him, which scared her.
It hurt her; she wasn't going to deny that. She had had feelings for him, hell…she still did…but she wasn't so sure she could trust him anymore, despite how badly she wanted to.
She finished her plate in silence, but tensed up as soon as he stood up.
'I want you to know, I'm not doing all this to hurt you', he paused, to turn her chair and his eyes met hers; 'I want you to get better.'
His hand met her cheek, and she couldn't fight the rising blush on her skin, as he caressed the side of her face.
'I want to protect you. All the world has done to you up until now was hurt you. Here…you'll be safe, with me', he whispered.
She cast her eyes downward. He was shifting moods so much…she wasn't able to keep track of how he went from such a kind man, to a lustful predator, to a dominant, guardian-like figure.
'Come now. It's time for you to go back downstairs.'
Her eyes went wide and she stared back up to him.
'N-No…I-'
'Diana, please. Don't make this any harder than it has to be', he interrupted her.
She glared at him.
'That's rich coming from you! You're the one who kidnapped me!' she snarled.
She watched his expression turn grim. She immediately regretted speaking out, as he hauled her up, and began to drag her back to the stairs that led to her prison.
She dug her heels into the carpet, helplessly fighting against his strong grip.
'No! Get away from me!' she yelled at him; 'You're crazy!'
At some point, she knew she had pushed him too far. He threw her into her room, shutting the door behind him. His eyes had darkened dangerously.
'Enough!'
She flinched visibly, at his thundering voice. She gazed up at him fearfully.
'This is your last warning' he came at her and she backed up, until her back hit the wall. He put his hands next to her head, flat against the wall 'I have been very patient with you, Diana. But even I have limits. And believe me, if you keep on displaying such disrespectful behavior to me…I will punish you', he spoke lowly.
'B-But you said you wouldn't-'
'I said I wouldn't hurt you, physically', he cut her off.
She swallowed, feeling her knees shake.
'But you haven't thought it through. There are other ways I can punish you', he went on.
Her mouth dropped. What was he capable of?
'S-such as?' she dared to ask.
A hint of a smirk tugged on his lips. His eyes went over her body, and she felt a nasty chill run down her spine at the hungry look in his eyes.
'I could literally strip you of your last bit of dignity. I could force you to walk around like this' he gave a tug at the baby-doll she was wearing, 'or even worse…' his eyes bore into hers; 'make you walk around naked, until I'm certain you have learned your lesson.'
Fresh tears brimmed in her doe-like eyes.
'N-no', she choked softly.
'Ohh shush…' he cooed her almost tenderly, nuzzling her temple with his nose, 'Behave and I won't have to', he whispered into her ear.
She kept on shaking. She felt so terrified…
'My poor, innocent angel.'
She barely put up a fight, as his arms wrapped around her to pull her to him. His warmth engulfed her, and despite trying to fight it, it calmed her.
She clawed her fingers into his clothing, while burying her face into his chest.
'J-Jonathan…' she cried softly.
He hushed her soothingly, running a hand through her hair.
'I'm scared', she sobbed.
'I know, I know…'
He scooped her up, and carried her to the bed. Gently, he laid her down, to cradle her in his arms, rocking her back and forth.
'How easily I forget you're still a child at heart; a child, desperate, in need of a father-figure. Desperate for a lover, to hold her and to calm her'.
'I-I don't want all this', she whimpered.
He pushed her hair behind her ear.
'I know you don't. But you'll grow to trust me, eventually', he hushed her.
She bit on her bottom lip. She wasn't so sure about that…
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Another chapter. So as you can see, a lot of drastic changes :D I'm happy with them, and I hope you guys are too.
Lots of love,
~TheOneWithTooManyInterests