AN: This chapter is dedicated to my darling Lillian, cuz without her I may have talked myself out of writing this chapter at all. Not that I talk to myself......but thats not the point. I love you Lil!!!!!!!!!! Ok done with my shoutout/dedication.

I woke in the night to the soothing feeling of Riff stroking my hair. I opened my eyes, but there was no use in the pitch darkness. Figuring he had decided to forgive me and forget what I had said, I edged close to him, closing my eyes again. I breathed a sigh of content as his fingers gently combed my hair. His hands trailed from my hair to my neck, first softly stroking my skin, then circling my throat. I quickly opened my eyes, looking up at him questioningly. Riff, what are you doing? I asked cautiously. he hushed me. His voice was calm, but his hands threatened to tighten. My heart was beating faster, and I hoped he couldn't hear it. he whispered, my darling sister, the stone is cold, isn't it? I didn't speak, afraid if I said the wrong thing, his fingers would constrict. If you hadn't said those things, if you hadn't blown our cover, we wouldn't be here, you know. His voice chilled me more than the floor beneath me. Apparently he had not forgiven me for what I had said. Why couldn't you have just done as I had told you? I'm your older brother, Magenta, I know what's best. There was no doubt in my mind that he was no longer sane, the one person that had loved me had lost his mind. This is your fault, Magenta. I love you, and I always will no matter what, but you have to know that this is your fault, and you have to live with that. Why didn't you obey me? You've never been good with directions, have you, Magenta? His hands moved together slightly, and I gasped. I had to keep him calm. I brought my hands up the front of my dress, slowly undoing the buttons, reminding him what he would be loosing if he tightened his hands any more. His fingers released my throat, following mine down the front of my dress, undoing the rest of the buttons. Oh, Magenta, my sister, my love, you are mine. You should have done as I had told you, he whispered. I'm sorry, Riff, I said finally. I am yours, yours only... I didn't mind being a possession, it made me feel safe, or at least it used to. But as my clothes fell away, I forgot everything, I always did. I forgot that I lay on the floor of a cold cell, that any day could be my last, that the same hands that were touching me now had threatened my life just minutes ago.