Disclaimer: Everything Secret Window belongs to Stephen King or the movie creator(s).

AN: There will now be warnings concerning the contents of my (R) chapters. I think I alarmed people with my last chapter, and I apologize. In light of that, I would like people to know that there is another somewhat forceful scene in this chapter, though Amber willingly gives in because she's unconscious and thinks it's an erotic dream. And no, there won't be sex in every chapter. You should also know that things will start getting lighter as they progress. Thanks, and enjoy!

Chapter 6: The Passing of Time:

The Next Morning, Amber's POV:

I woke the next morning, sore and stiff. Blinking sunlight out of my eyes, I winced at my protesting body, thinking how a hot shower ought to do me good and relax my body, though not my mind. I still couldn't believe that I'd slept with Mort Rainey, somewhat willingly. Although I'd protested at first, I had given in rather quickly. It was probably because I had no relationship experience and had no idea how to handle the situation, but even an idiot knows that if you don't want to sleep with someone, all you have to do is say 'no'. However, I doubt that Mort would have complied...he was a psychotic kidnapper, after all. Still, it had been an amazing experience...

Pushing all thoughts aside in favor of a shower, I realized that my leg felt a bit too light. Looking down, I noticed that the chain had been removed, and that there was a note sitting at the foot of the bed. Pulling the bed sheet around me, I picked up the note and unfolded it.

Morning Beautiful,

I thought you might like a shower, so I took off the chain for good. The shower has some scented bath gels that I thought you'd like. Your new clothes are in the wardrobe...I hope you like what I picked out. When you're done, come downstairs for breakfast.

Love,

Mort

Extremely grateful for the freedom, I set the note aside headed for the shower. After getting the water temperature set just right, I jumped in and took a sniff of each bottle of shower gel. There were six bottles, total. One smelled of roses, another of lilies. Two smelled of fruits I couldn't identify, and the last two smelled of a mixture of fruit and flowers. Impressed with Mort's choices, I chose one of the mixed scented bottles and took my time, letting the hot water and gel scent relax me.

When the water got cold, I got out and headed for the wardrobe, a towel wrapped tightly around my body. I was once again impressed, this time by the clothes. It was all something you could get from a local store, but it was very well chosen. A short black dress, some black jeans and skirts, and a variety of shoes, blouses, shirts, undergarments, and tops were crammed into every bit of the wardrobe. I even found several dressy tops, like a silky red tube-top with gold designs on it. The huge variety made me wonder where Mort stored all of his clothes, if the wardrobe was full of mine. Oh, well.

I picked a new pair of bra and panties (to replace the ones destroyed last night) and tried to decide what to wear. I chose a dark green dress with black dress shoes and headed downstairs, my stomach growling at the smell of bacon cooking. I hurried even faster towards the kitchen. Turning to the left at the bottom of the steps, I saw Mort standing at the stove, humming happily as he scooped bacon onto a plate. Two cups were on a table set for two, a flower in a vase in the center of a lacy tablecloth. It all looked so cozy and sweet I couldn't help but smile.

"Morning, Beautiful."

I turned to see Mort setting the platter of bacon on the table and holding a pot of hot chocolate, which he poured into the cups. Returning the pot to the stove, Mort quickly pulled a chair out for me, smiling eagerly. I took the seat and eagerly dug into the bacon.

"Isn't there anything else besides bacon?" I asked, looking around the kitchen.

Mort shook his head. "Sorry, I didn't have time to buy much at the store," he apologized. "I was so busy buying clothes that I lost track of time and had to come back before you woke up."

"Oh, that's okay," I said, taking a sip of hot chocolate. After breakfast, I was very full and slightly drowsy. I was also very curious as to what Mort had planned for me to be doing while he kept me here in the cabin. "So, what's up for today?"

"Well, I was thinking about working on my next story," Mort replied, reclining in his chair. "I could use some help, though."

I quirked an eyebrow. "What makes you think I can help you?" I asked, also leaning back.

He chuckled. "I did a little research on you," he said, smiling. "Your former college professors said that you loved to write, especially in your fiction class, so I'm betting you'll be a fantastic help to me." Mort quickly stood up and began cleaning up the table. "Why don't you go to the study area? I'll be up in a minute."

Sighing, I did as I was told. Maybe there'd be some time for me to think of an escape plan while I 'helped' him write his stories.

Mort's POV

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After watching Amber go upstairs, Mort turned his attention to cleaning the kitchen. Last night had been the best night he'd ever had, even better than his marriage to Amy! Sure, he had loved Amy, but his feelings for Amber went far beyond love. He didn't know how to describe it, but the closest thing he could think of was that he was 'destined' to be with her. He now felt utterly complete. If only he could help Amber see that they were connected to one another...

'Well, that's why you're going to let her help you with your next story,' Mort thought to himself.

According to the her professors, Amber had a huge love of books and writing, which made her the perfect companion for him, perhaps even the perfect inspiration and co-author, if she grew to accept him. And eventually, she would. He would make sure of that.

Amber's POV:

When Mort said I'd be 'helping' him write his story, what he basically meant was for me to sit there while he stared at me, hoping that an idea would magically hit him.

When I'd gotten up to the study, I took a seat in a large cushy chair to the right of Mort's desk and picked up a book that he'd bought me on our ride to his cabin. With the book in front of me, I was at least somewhat able to ignore him while he came up to the study and took a seat at his desk. Not long afterwards, I could feel him sit and drool over me as I read. I don't mean to sound conceited, but that's what he was doing. Writing a story, my ass! Anyway, I basically spent the whole morning reading while Mort ogled at me, end of story.

We managed to spend several hours that way, and I was fairly proud of myself at being able to ignore him for most of that time. Lunch time came and went, and I was pulled back to reality by my grumbling stomach. Although I hated asking Mort for food, I knew there was no way he was going to let me in the kitchen by myself.

"Uh, Mort?" I asked. His eyes, which had been staring at me and had glazed over, suddenly became alert when I said his name.

"Hmm? What is it, baby?" he asked, looking me in the eye.

"Um, can we have some lunch?" I meekly asked, not sure if I had actually interrupted him in the middle of a thought process or not. After all, I didn't want to anger the guy!

Mort immediately looked at his watch. "Oh, my god," he muttered as he jumped up from his chair. "I'll go fix something right now, don't move a muscle." In a flash, he was gone.

I didn't have to wait very long before he came back, two plates with sandwiches and chips in his hands, and a six-pack of Coke dangling from his fingers. I eagerly dug into my food, not looking at him as I thought of a way to escape. I could make an excuse to go to the bathroom, but what if he made me use the upstairs bathroom? Despite what I'd wanted to do yesterday, it was a long ways down, and the window in there wasn't really that big. He might even wait outside the bathroom door for me, like he did on the way here. I could try and knock him out, but he was a lot stronger than I was and was always watching me, so there was no way he was going to let any sort of weapon near me. I was stuck until I could find the opportune moment to escape.

After Mort had taken our empty plates and pop cans into the kitchen, we went back to what we were doing before, Mort staring at me and me reading my book. I eventually drifted off to sleep, thinking of home.

A few hours later, I woke to the sound of someone muttering. Opening my eyes, I saw Mort fiddling with his Slinky as he stared at his laptop's glowing screen. I got up and took a peek over his shoulder. The Word document was over twenty pages long, meaning that he'd actually stopped staring at me long enough to have written something.

"Huh!" I said, impressed that he'd actually gotten something done. My exclamation caught his attention; he quickly whirled around and grabbed my wrists. I cried out in surprise, and Mort instantly released me.

"Oh, good, you're awake!" he said, smiling. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. Let's go have some dinner, shall we?"

Dinner was much more complex than breakfast and lunch had been. Somehow, while I was sleeping, Mort had created a fabulous seafood cream sauce over linguini, with sparkling cider to drink and chocolate cake for dessert. If I didn't know better, I'd swear that he'd gone out shopping while I slept. I asked him about, and the smirk on his face pretty much confirmed it. Once the dishes had been cleaned, I sat back with another glass of the cider and sipped, letting the bubbles tickle my nose. The food had left me far too sleepy to try and make a break for it, which was probably Mort's intent, but I didn't let it bother me. Now was the time for me to get into his head to see what made him tick, like they did on the TV crime dramas.

"Mort, how long are you going to keep me here?" I asked, fiddling with my now empty glass. "I mean, someone will be looking for me eventually and, sooner or later, you'll have to let me go."

Mort took a seat next to me and smiled. "I'm never letting you go, Amber," he whispered, caressing my neck as he took the glass away from me. "After all, you are my wife."

My jaw dropped about a foot. "Your wife?" I gasped. What the Hell was he talking about? I hadn't signed anything, so there was no way we were married. "That's impossible!"

"Actually, it's not," he said, going over to a cupboard and opening it to reveal a hidden safe. Carefully hiding the combination from me, I saw him twirl the dial and turn the latch, removing several pieces of paper and bringing them to me. Looking at them, I felt my heart stop.

It was a marriage certificate and all of the signed documents needed to authorize a marriage. Incredibly, there was Mort's signature, right under mine on the paper. But there was no way for him to know what my handwriting looked like! How had he done this?

"Your professors were kind enough to show me some of your work," Mort whispered into my ear. "One of them was a letter of reflection, I believe, and it had your signature on it. She was kind enough to let me keep a copy of it."

'Oh, man, I knew that assignment had been a bad idea to leave behind!' I thought. But how did he get certain legal officials to sign these documents?

Mort somehow answered my unvoiced question. "You'd be surprised at how many connections I have in New York City," he said, rubbing my neck with one hand as he pointed to one signature. "No one here likes me, but that doesn't mean that I don't have people elsewhere who still contact and talk with me. One of them is a judge, a friend of a friend, who was happy to sign these for me while I picked you up out West."

I almost swallowed my heart. Oh, God, this marriage was legal, and I hadn't even signed it! He'd been clever enough to make my forged signatures all slightly different so no one would think he had photocopied and pasted them to the documents Plus, with a judge's signature on them, I was legally bound to Mort!

I promptly passed out at the table.

Mort's POV

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He caught Amber just as she began to fall off her chair. Mort scooped her up and set her down on the couch, checking to make sure she was alright. Once he was sure she was, he went back and put the marriage documents back in the safe and locked it, making sure everything was secure before going back to his unconscious wife.

Mort smiled. His wife...Amber was completely and legally his wife. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a set of gold wedding bands. His was gold with a platinum strip in the middle, and hers was a similar, though more delicate, band with tiny diamonds imbedded in the platinum section. Mort slipped on his ring and went over to Amber, putting her ring on her finger.

He hadn't wanted to surprise her like that, but it was necessary, if he was going to keep her here permanently. The professor at her school had been quite helpful when Mort had claimed to be looking for samples of Amber's work to put in a book he was writing. Mort hadn't even finished asking for the papers before he was given an assignment which had included her signature. Mort had then sent word to a few connections of his in New York, asking them to send him the necessary marriage paperwork to fill out, and had forged Amber's signature onto them. His agent's cousin was a judge, and had pushed the papers through, so Mort had been legally married to Amber before he had even kidnapped her! True, Mort had probably rushed things, but he needed Amber to stay with him, and there was no way he was going to let her go without a fight!

"I'll never let you go," he whispered as he sat next to her on the couch.

Third person POV: rated (R) scene:

Reaching over, Mort began stroking her neck before leaning over to kiss it. A sigh escaped Amber's lips, and Mort couldn't stop himself from groaning. God, he wanted her! Pushing her hair aside, Mort placed himself over her, kissing her face and neck as he reached down to pull up her shirt. Caressing her skin, Mort pulled the shirt up over her breasts, revealing her bra. Making a mental note to buy her very revealing lingerie later, Mort quickly undid the hook in the front, pulling the shirt and bra off of her to leave her topless.

Taking a deep breath, Mort removed his own shirt, pressing his now bare chest against hers, relishing the feel of her bare breasts against his skin. Unable to take it anymore, Mort striped the two of them naked, his breathing growing heavier by the minute. He wanted to wake Amber so she could enjoy their lovemaking, but decided not to wait. Instead, Mort quickly thrust himself into her, groaning as he entered her. As soon as Mort had thrust himself completely into her, Amber began to stir.

Amber felt something push into her, but couldn't register what it was. She tried to wake up, but whatever was happening felt so good! Thinking that it was a dream, she placed her arms around her dream lover's shoulders and groaned in pleasure, letting him continue.

Mort felt Amber stir underneath him and almost stopped, not wanting her to be angry at him. He was thrilled when she put her hands on his shoulders and relaxed, letting him do what he wanted. Encouraged, Mort pushed hard into her body, hearing Amber's voice cry out in pleasure. Wanting to hear more, he thrust again, slightly harder than before, and was rewarded with another cry of bliss from her mouth. God, he loved her mouth. Crushing his lips onto hers, he began speeding up his thrusts, swallowing every cry Amber made with his mouth.

Still in a dream state, Amber could feel her dream lover's lips on hers as she cried out in sync with his forceful thrusts. She began responding to every plunge, lifting her hips to meet his, encouraging him to go faster. He eagerly obeyed, and the two came together, their lips separating as they screamed their release. Taking a deep breath, Amber collapsed, panting from exhaustion. Fully relaxing, she drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep, never once opening her eyes.

As Amber fully relaxed under him, Mort collapsed on top of her body, very satisfied as he slid off of her to join her in sleep.

Later that night, Amber's POV

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Waking up, I found myself not in the bed, but on a couch on the first floor of the cabin. Shivering, I saw that it was dark out, and the cabin was cold. What had happened? I blinked as it all came back to me. Oh, my God, I was married to Mort Rainey, and I'd passed out after he'd shown me the marriage documents! But why was I so cold? Looking down, I realized I was naked, but there was something warm right behind me...and it was breathing!

Crying out, I jumped off the couch and turned towards the couch. Oh God, Mort's naked, too, and we'd been on the couch together. From the look of the couch, we'd obviously had sex again, but how? I didn't remember anything except a very erotic dream from earlier.

"Oh, my God, it wasn't a dream, was it?" I gasped to myself, sitting down on a nearby chair, ignoring my nakedness. I'd actually slept with Mort Rainey, very willingly this time.

"No, it wasn't a dream," Mort's voice replied from the couch. I looked up and saw him lounging there, smirking at me. I turned my eyes away from him and looked for something to cover up with. "You don't need to wear anything in front of me. We are married, you know."

"Not if I didn't sign those papers, we aren't," I growled, snatching up a blanket as I stood up, wrapping myself in it as I glared at him.

Mort grinned at me. "Face it, baby," he said, standing up and putting his arms around me, trapping my arms against my sides. "According to a New York judge and the State of New York, you signed those papers and we are married." Mort's grip on me tightened as he pulled me against his hard body. "You're mine and I'm yours, Amber, no matter what." He lifted up my left hand with his and showed me the wedding bands on them. "Together forever, love." He kissed my ring-finger, his facial hair tickling me. "I'll love you forever, Amber, and I'll never let you go."

'That's what worries me,' I thought as Mort swept me up bridal style and carried me up to the bedroom.

"Now, what do you say we practice our bedroom skills?" Mort asked as he dumped me on the bed and snatched the blanket off of me, not giving me much of a choice.

It was a very long, very exhausting night.

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