A/N: Call me butter bcz I am on a roll! I've updated this and darkened love today. Go me! Still no sign of me turning into a McMahon any time soon. Review this will ya, x abbey x.

Young Lust Chapter 10. Day 1

Jodie awoke in a familiar bed, but it was not her own. She pealed the heavy blankets away from her throbbing body. Her brain pounded in her skull as her eyes darted around the room to try and inform herself where she was. What time was it? The late morning sun shine poured through a crack in the heavy drapes at the window, leaving a line of light on the bottom of the bed and on the floor. Was she in danger? She didn't know. Was she even in the same state as she had been before she fell asleep? Only time would tell. She lay back in the comfy four poster bed, with a heavy sigh. Had she been kidnapped? She didn't feel as if she was been held against her wish. Why couldn't she remember how she got here? She closed her eyes, trying to think hard. Who was it that owned this house? This house that felt so familiar, so comforting. Why was she here? Then she remembered. Oh, she remembered everything now.

FLASHBACK TO THE NIGHT BEFORE…

"One week, if you can't see how much I truly love you than I'll leave you to get on with your life." Hunter said, near whispered.

"No more sneak attacks, you'll leave Mel and Brooke out of this. And Jeff, you won't hurt Jeff." Jodie whispered, letting a tear roll down her cheek. Blood running from her head down onto her white tank top.

"I promise."

END OF FLASHBACK

Jodie sighed again. She felt around the side of her head, as she suspected she found a lump, about the size of a small child's enclosed fist, caused by the shot to her head from the great equalizer at the hands of the supposed King of Kings, a man who claimed to love her. To tell her that he loved her, he had to beat her. This wasn't right. But she deserved it, right? She lay for a few more minutes before heaving herself out of the bed. Her toes curled as her bare feet hit cold, hard wood flooring. She walked over to the full length mirror inside of Hunter's walk in closet. She had her white tank top on; her own blood had dried to the material. Her pants had been taken from her; she spotted them, neatly folded over the back of a chair. She stood in her top and her boy shorts that she always wore. She sat cross legged on the floor, her head in her hands. She stared into the space before her searching in the depths of her mind for a hint of Mel or Brooke.

After a few moments she jumped back up to her feet, forgetting the night before, causing a fiery pain to shoot up her left leg. She cursed out loud. Well at least Mel and Brooke were okay. Jodie hobbled back into the bedroom. Hunter sat on the bed, looking at her, watching her every move. He saw her limp. He stood up and before she could protest, he swept her off her feet and into her arms. She buried her head into his chest knowing he could power over her any day. She only had speed over him, and with a bad leg, she was going no where without help. Hunter carried her through the upstairs of the house and into the master bedroom that connected to the room Jodie had slept in, and out through the open French doors, onto a balcony. Jodie's favourite place in the house. He lay her down on the day bed he had pulled out for her. Being careful of her leg and the other injuries she had accumulated from the night before, at his hands and the hands of his men. All in all, she suffered on his orders.

"Thank you." Jodie whispered as he moved the bed to face her favourite view. Hunter disappeared into the bedroom, returning seconds later with a soft fleece blanket on seeing goose bumps form on Jodie's bruised arms. He wrapped it round her, pulling a red tray from the glass table. He placed the tray on her lap in front of her. Jodie looked over the tray. One plate held her favourite breakfast; scrambled eggs, salmon, all on toast. The glass held fresh apple juice while the mug held what she assumed was tea with two sugars and lots of milk, just like she had always had it. "Than-" Jodie began to thank him for his efforts, Hunter held up his hand to silence her. His blonde hair hung into his face, he wouldn't look her in the eye. Was it possible that he was ashamed of the beating he had put the supposed helpless, weak, young woman through? Had the cerebral assassin let this girl get to him in a way that no other woman in the world had? It was a possibility.

"No, you don't need to thank me. I'm so sorry." Hunter said moving a strand of purple hair from Jodie's hair, to tuck it behind her ear. "I love you. But, I don't expect that back, yet." Hunter's gaze dropped to the floor, as if he knew exactly how she was feeling but he could never . Jodie lifted his chin with her finger. Looking deep into his eyes, she kissed him softly. His hand ventured to the back of her head as he deepened the kiss. He tangled his fingers with her hair, but pulled away quickly when she gasped in pain.

"Muh head." Jodie said, answering his unasked question.

"Sorry about that." Hunter said looking sincere.

After being helped to get dressed in some clothes that Jodie had left at Hunter's house from before the break up, Jessie, the maid left Jodie on own. Jessie had helped Jodie over to the dressing table before leaving her. "Just yell if you want anything Jojo." Jessie smiled.

"Will do Jessie." Jodie replied to the friend she had made with years before. Jessie smiled before leaving Jodie to brush her hair. Jodie sat staring into the mirror. Her eyes were black, her skin blues and purples. Cuts and scratches wounded her body. She brushed her hair through, it sat in glossy curls on her shoulders. Jessie having insisted that she washed, blow dried and curled it. She brushed over the lump, trying her best not to wince in pain, but failing miserably. She yelped in pain, and then cursed her self for make a noise and showing pain. A small crash from downstairs caught Jodie's attention. Muffled voices yelled. Then foot steps, running foot steps coming closer to the room. Out of instinct Jodie hid in the walk in closet. Jessie ran into the closet behind her, she had been running to help Jodie. Jodie held her leg, trying to stop the pains that shot up it. She heard a familiar sound. An angry growl. Jeff! With all of her strength, Jodie pulled herself to her feet and managed to get to the stairs.

"Stop it!" Jodie shrieked in pain, her leg hurting even more. Jeff heard her voice, full of pain; he looked to the top of the stairs where Jodie stood. Holding onto the barrister for support. "Please Jeff, let go of him." Jodie near whispered as Jessie helped her down the stairs. Jeff took his hand from being tightly wrapped around Hunter's throat to try and tuck a strand of hair behind Jodie's ear. She pulled away from him. Hunter spluttered slightly, glad to be able to breathe again. "Jessie, could you get Hunter a glass of water please." Jodie asked nicely, Jessie reluctantly left the three. All of their gazes fixed on the floor other than Jeff's; he couldn't take his eyes off Jodie's face, her body. Her beautifully smooth skin now covered in cuts, scratches, bruises. All over her. "Tell Melly and Brooke that I'm fine. I'll ring them later. I'm staying with Hunter for a week." Before Jeff could protest Jodie carried on. "Leave now." Jeff sighed, leaving the house, he turned to see Hunter pick Jodie up and carry her up the stairs. That was his Jojo, Hunter was carrying.

He be damned if 'The Game' got her back.

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