"I've broken up with her," Adam said, keeping his voice casual, as if it was just a throwaway comment. Charlotte's eyes had widened immediately. 'Bingo,' he thought.

"Really?" She asked, looking up at him with her brown eyes. He however, was thinking of her tits and her… He blinked. "Yeah," he kept his voice casual. That was all he wanted a woman for, that was their only purpose in life after all. "Why?"

"Ah you know," he gave her his most charming smile as he flagged over the waitress and asked for two more coffees, indicating he was paying. Ah, it was so easy to get chicks into bed. Just flash your money around and pretend you give a shit. She'd soon wish she'd never known him. "Just wasn't working out. She was nuts."

"Isn't she in the loony bin?" She asked. Adam nodded, pretending to be affected.

"Yeah," he sighed. "I don't know why. I did everything I could to make her happy and…" He sighed again. "It just wasn't enough."

"I'm so sorry," Charlotte said and he inwardly cheered, but put a sad smile on his face. "Thanks," he said. He could almost see the bitch thinking 'yes, now I can have him for myself!' Oh he'd be the one having her before too long. No 'Adam' from her mouth. She'd call him Sir, just as Danielle had, she'd let him fuck her whenever wanted. Maybe he'd drive her to the same end. Adam had no problem admitting it. He hated women. They only existed to please men and he was only too happy to pretend he cared about them if it got him fucked a few times and then out the door they went. He wasn't worried about Danielle. He'd managed to paint her in the light he wanted. Insane. He'd never get caught for any of attrocities he's committed. The assaults, rapes, nope, he was in the clear. Now Charlotte was his next victim.

"I never liked that blind bitch anyway," Charlotte said and Adam had to force himself to pay attention, to stop himself wondering what her cunt looked like… "I didn't like the fact that someone who can't even see got a higher score on the course than me. It's not right!" Adam smirked to himself. 'She's way cleverer than you, you stupid bitch,' he thought, loathed as he was to admit it. Charlotte was drop dead gorgeous. But he nodded sympathetically, murmuring, "I know," as he saw her trying not to lean closer to him. 'Perfect. Got you.'

He sat down at his computer and turned it on. Looking through that bitches internet history, he always monitored what his woman did online. They weren't allowed access to certain sites if they involved money or domestic violence help. He had a lot of websites blocked on the account he gave them. Oh how he loved being a tech guy. It meant he could do whatever he wanted. Looking through Danielle's history now, he smirked as he saw she'd had to buy a new cane. He'd allowed it, but boy had she'd had to pay him back for it. Three nights of straight fucking from what he remembered. Oh that'd been just fabulous. It was only because he'd intentionally broken her old one by bending it. He cleared her history when he was done and had just reached the last page when he paused. Michael Myers? What the fuck? He'd missed that it seemed.

Clicking on the website, he saw it was a page all about the notorious killer who apparently hadn't lived too far from where he lived now in Haddonfield. It seemed she had had some kind of warped fascination with the guy. Adam didn't care either way. Especially not if he killed women. That was just fine. If Myers ever came after him? 'Try it Mr. Boogeyman,' he thought with a grin. 'I'm almost as tall as you, take me on I dare you! Just try it, you masked psycho!' Chuckling aloud to himself at that thought, he cleared Danielle's history. It was time to start making Charlotte think she was being, looked after, when in reality she was about to enter her own living hell.

"Thanks Adam," Charlotte gushed at the dinner he'd laid out for her. Of course he'd made it look nice, the table and so on, but all he'd really done was buy cheap microwave curry. As long as he kept up appearances… "This looks lovely."

"You're welcome babe," Adam winked and Charlotte blushed. He could almost see her heart rate speed up. 'He called me babe? Stupid bitch!' Adam could hardly believe how easy it was. He had Charlotte in bed that very first night. Oh yeah, he thought as he slid his cock into her for the first time. Albeit this one was consensual. Others… Oh, fuck yeah. Adam thought. So, so fucking wet… So easy…

"Morning Danielle," Joanne said as she walked with her to breakfast the next morning. "Are you ok?"

She nodded, saying nothing.

"You look tired," the guard prodded.

She smiled at her. She wasn't getting off the hook that easily it seemed. "How are you so perceptive?"

"Ha," Joanne laughed. "Trained eye." She grinned.

"Just didn't get much sleep last night," she said truthfully. "Just thinking about… Things, and I couldn't close my eyes."

At that moment, her cane made contact with something with a loud thud. Joanne looked down and cursed as did one of Myers' male guards. "How many times have I told the cleaners not to leave those damn signs there?" She guided her around it. "You ok?"

"Yeah," She nodded. "That's what my cane's for. It hits things before I do… Well in theory, that is," she smiled a little more genuinely this time. "But if I hadn't had it, well yeah. Accident material."

Joanne chuckled as Myers' guard moved the sign out of their way. "I'll still be saying something though, that's a damn safety hazard!"

Previously in life she would've hated this, considering it patronising. But somehow from Joanne's lips it sounded genuine. She smiled at her again. "Thanks Joanne."

"That's one lethal weapon there," one of Michael's guards said and she knew by his tone he was joking. She knew his voice now and laughed, smiling at him.

"No chance Rick, it's really flimsy. It bends so damn easily. It's frustrating. A bruise yeah, can't tell you how many times I've hit someone's ankles, accidentally of course and they bruise."

"Oh yes," Rick laughed. "Of course. An accident. Hmm."

She grinned. "Of course! Don't know what you're talking about!" All three guards laughed with her and she felt her heart warm.

Just before they entered the dining room, Joanne pulled her closer against her side. She didn't want to ask, but seconds later she got her answer as she heard the soft mocking laughter of her right hand cellmate. She didn't realise she'd shuddered until Joanne moved her arm so her hand touched hers.

"That guy gives me the creeps," She whispered to Joanne, also sensing that Myers' guards had stepped closer to them. Respect, and gratitude filled her. "The very first day he was making sexual remarks. Normally I'd shrug it off but that guy scares me. Something tells me he means what he says."

"Jefferson!" Rick snapped. "Keep moving!"

"Easy boys," her the man drawled. "Free country isn't it? A man can take his time."

"I'm warning you Jefferson," Myers' other guard snapped. She couldn't remember his name. "Move!" She stepped behind Joanne. She knew enough to know her guard's tall frame would block her from Jefferson's line of sight. "Too bad," Jefferson drawled lowly. "That was a good show."

She heard the harsh clink of chains. Shit. Myers had tensed due to this exchange. "Jefferson," Rick said. "Get out of here! Now! This is your last warning or we will use force."

"Jesus," Jefferson sneered. "What's the problem? "Just looking at a woman's tits, why…"

She heard a muffled yell and was pretty sure Rick or the other guard had just been shoved him back. There was a clang as flesh made contact with the wall. The doors and walls were made from heavy steel, with concrete on the outside. She heard Jefferson's gasps for air, then a deafening alarm. Joanne quickly led her away.

"Are you ok?" Dr Stark asked her an hour later in their session. She nodded. Despite not having seen what'd happened, she was shaken up.

"Did…" she asked tentatively. "Did he make it? Jefferson?"

"Only just," Dr Stark said grimly. "It took six guards to pull Michael back. He's extremely protective of you that's for sure."

"But why?" She asked. "He hardly knows me and…"

"Yet he's held your hand," Dr Stark finished her sentence for her. "He empathises if nothing else. That's so obvious. Jefferson said the wrong thing to the wrong person." She touched Danielle's hand.

"Michael is in his cell. He's dangerous right now."

"Don't have to tell me that," She shook at the thought. "What did he do exactly? To Jefferson?"

"Slammed him against the wall and almost strangled him. Jefferson had to go to the hospital by ambulance. He was unconscious. A few more seconds and he would've…"

"Can't say I'm very sorry," Danielle muttered.

"That's why Michael isn't in solitary," Dr Stark said. "He was provoked, as were you. Another reason I asked if you're alright."

"I hate that fucker, he makes me nervous," She admitted. "Hence why I'm not that sorry about what happened, or what almost happened to him today. But what I don't understand is why? Why did Michael get so riled up just from Jefferson winding me up to the point of killing him? Michael doesn't normally care about that sort of stuff. He kills, that's it I'm a woman he's just met, who tried to kill herself! So why the hell does he give a damn about what anyone says to me? Let alone enough to kill them?"

"Are you asking me that question?" Dr Stark asked reassuringly. "Or are you asking yourself?" Danielle couldn't answer.

It was freezing. Danielle pulled her thick jacket around her as she stood in the exercise yard an hour after her session with Dr Stark. She couldn't have said why, but she was missing Michael, something terrible. Walking slowly across the yard with Joanne at her side, she stepped across the now pointless yellow line until she was leaning against Myers's concrete block. As she touched it she realised that she was blinking back tears.

"Hey Danielle," said a male voice. "It's Ryan." She managed a weak smile at the guard as he lightly touched her arm. "Are you ok?"

"Sorry," She gave a small laugh. "I just miss who normally stands here. Isn't that stupid?"

"No," Ryan said. "It's how you feel. Nothing wrong with that at all."

"Even if he is a killer," she said quietly.

"Even if," Ryan agreed.

"Now I've already told you," Joanne said, sounding mock stern. "He's still a man and there's nothing wrong with noticing that." She reflected that Dr Stark had told her the same just days ago. But neither did she want to look like the girl who attempted to take her own life because of a man and then jumped on the first one who shows her kindness afterwards. Joanne must've seen something on her face because she stepped to her other side and squeezed her hand.

"Stop it," she said quietly.

She could only nod. She didn't move from Myers' block until they had to return to their cells.

BEEP.

She shot up in bed at the sound, her heart pounding. It took her a second to realise what it had been. Her phone. She was one of only two patients at Smith's Grove who were allowed to keep their phones, which was purely because they weren't considered a risk to anyone else. Slipping on her headphones, she opened it and saw that there was a message from Charlotte. She smiled. She and Charlotte had been close friends while everything with Adam had been going on, she had confided a lot of the abuse to her. When she opened the message however, her blood went cold.

You fucking bitch. How dare you make up such lies about Adam? He told me the truth. He broke up with you because you're crazy, only proved by the fact you're now in the nuthouse. You lying bitch. I've always fancied Adam, but he didn't want to leave you. Well guess what? I'm with him now you blind bitch, and I can actually see the damage you've caused. Hear me? I can SEE it! You can't! You tried to hang yourself because he wouldn't stay with you. You controlling bitch. You drove him to leave you. Well now he's mine and I love him. You haven't heard the last of this, you'd better hope I never see you again. Rot in hell, Danielle.

She had to read the message twice to be sure she hadn't misread it. To her surprise she felt no anger towards Charlotte, just terrible sympathy. Adam had got to her now, and before long she too would learn his true name, Sir. She would learn he was as abusive as she'd always said. She knew men like that never changed. She wanted to text Charlotte back telling her this, but right now she knew it was pointless. "You'll see alright," she murmured. "When you do, you'll wish you hadn't." She wasn't even aware she'd started crying.

Adam smirked as he read the text Charlotte had sent to Danielle. Oh this was just perfect. He'd show her she was wrong, soon enough. He kissed Charlotte and fixed a fake sad look on his face. "Thanks babe," he said softly. "She hurt me so, so bad." He wiped away a tear.

"I'm so sorry Adam," Charlotte hugged him tightly. He felt a surge of anger. That was enough of 'Adam' from her. He was Sir to women and this bitch would soon address him properly. Calm down, he reminded himself. You have to play this right. Don't get her calling you Sir too quickly. Just fuck her hard for calling you Adam. Women have no right to use my name. So minutes later, he was doing just that. It took Charlotte ages when he pretended to kindly ask her to wash the blood out of the sheets the next morning.

"I'm sorry to wake you so early baby," he said to her at 5 AM, trying not to smirk. He'd get the bed all to himself. Once he'd fucked her, she was out. Bitches. "But please can you get up and wash these sheets? There's blood on it. When you're done with that love, I'd kill for a cup of coffee" He gritted his teeth. The sooner he could order her to obey his every command the better. But for now he had to pretend to be nice. But by God she'd do it or pay the price.

"Of course," Charlotte got up right away and Adam handed her the bloody sheets, quickly replacing them with clean ones. He was already fast asleep by the time his fuck toy had even put the sheets in the machine, having locked the door so she couldn't get back in bed with him. There wouldn't be a comfortable bed for her tonight. That was just how he liked it.

Danielle was awake again at 6 AM. In truth she'd gotten very little sleep after that message. It'd hurt her so badly, but she knew only too well what Adam could do. So she was trying not to blame Charlotte entirely. She'd learn the truth soon. With a sigh, she stood, washing at her small sink before pulling on her uniform. She'd had a shower the day before, patients had one, twice a week?

Myers wasn't in the yard that day. She guessed this could only mean his rage hadn't subsided and Dr Loomis was still working with him. She had a lot of respect for Dr Loomis, regardless of Michael being a killer or not, he seemed to genuinely care about his patient. But it didn't make it any easier for her, she found herself standing by his block without him chained to it again. She'd worked long and hard while in her cell trying to stop the, 'I can't care for a killer, or, I can't jump at the first man who cares,' thoughts. Not an easy task, but she was confident she was slowly making progress with both. Whether she liked it or not, she was starting to realise that maybe, just maybe, she cared about Michael Myers.

Her session with Dr Stark was unremarkable. She didn't mention the text. She wasn't sure why, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. Not yet anyway. Before long she was back in her cell as another interminable day ticked towards its end.

'Finally! Fucking hallelujah!' Adam wanted to whoop with glee. This was it! The bitch had moved in with him just that day. Now, at last he could start showing her who was in charge here. That the man was in charge, not the bitch. He'd decided he was going to play things a little differently than he had with Danielle, purely because this whore could actually see. That changed things, but only slightly. He couldn't use the same cruelties he'd used on Danielle; he'd just have to be a little more… Imaginative.

"Baby," he said to her the first day. "This may sound strange, but my father taught me that a woman calls her boyfriend Sir when they're living together. It would mean a lot to me if you'd uphold this for me. It doesn't mean I have any power over you or anything, it's just very important to me." 'Bingo!' He thought as she looked surprised for a second, then slowly nodded. "Only at home," he said quickly. "In public baby I'm Adam." Fuck! He hated having to say that, but if he didn't, someone may overhear if she called him Sir, and that would only lend credence to her friend's court case against him. 'Shit, shit, shit!' He gritted his teeth. Well it was a start anyway; she was calling him Sir behind closed doors. Just as she should.

"Thank you baby," he said softly, pulling her in close for a kiss. Yuck. He hated the feel of her lipstick against his mouth, but he knew he had to keep up pretences, if only for a little longer. 'Be patient Adam,' he reminded himself. 'Just calm down, take your time. This bitch isn't going anywhere. Literally.' "Now come to bed? I want to make love to you." He'd almost said fuck you, but this wasn't the time for that. Not yet. 'Soon though,' he consoled himself as he again slid himself into her. 'Very, very soon.'

The sound of a heavy door being opened as quietly as possible still managed to wake Danielle from a light sleep. In truth she was hardly asleep. That text wouldn't leave her mind. She was sad and angry at the same time. Knowing her friends were acting as witnesses in her case against Adam, she'd forwarded it to a couple of them as further proof. They'd both texted back which'd brought tears to her eyes. Thanks D, we'll get him sent down, we promise. So maybe she still had people outside these walls who cared after all.

Now she focused on the sounds as she heard chains, then the cell door on her right opening. 'Oh joy of all fucking joys! He was back. Jefferson. Still alive. Damn. Why did you guys stop Michael?' She thought as she heard a guard speaking quietly to her cellmate. Why, why!