I'm seriously, seriously sorry about this crappy chapter. I've been meaning to read through and edit it but never got onto it. So I apologise for any strange or contradictive stuff I might have put in. And I will probably be stopping production on the story for awhile, since I'll be starting on a new story! ) Sorry to everyone out there!

Paul's POV

Suze was lying motionless on the hard ground, chest rising and falling rhythmically. Several locks of hair had fallen onto her forehead, and her long lashes rested lightly on her cheek. Her moist lips were parted slightly, and short breaths issued forth from between them, leaving small white puffs in the cold air. Her head was tilted to the side, while the rest of her body lay stretched out, graceful even in unconsciousness.

She looked so beautiful, her body ravishing in the dim light, which came from the two spotlights I had installed in the corner of the room the two of us were now in. Suze had unwittingly triggered the disabling of the locking mechanism and lowered herself and myself into the room, specially prepared for her arrival…

Well, she certainly was here ahead of schedule, but I had no objections whatsoever.

I would just have her earlier, then. So much the better for me…

A frown flitted lightly across her forehead and Suze let out a small moan, then sat up. Too quickly, it seems, for she winced and held her head, brows knitted. Then she remembered what had just happened and glanced around in alarm, eyes widening as she took in her surroundings.

She glanced back at me, staring into my eyes. Fear danced within those dark irises of hers, and I fed on it, wallowing in the confirmation that I could so influence and cause another terror.

Suze was panicking now. That much was clear. She glanced around desperately, as if searching for a way out, anything at all.

Ah, so she understood what she had gotten herself into. I would have my way with her. It was just a matter of WHEN…

Susannah's POV

Oh, shit. I was in seriously hot soup. So much for that praying thing. What with Father Dom's constant reminders and mild chidings, you'd almost believe that it actually worked.

Not.

The point was, I was trapped in this seriously strange room with Slater. The place was more like a huge manmade cavern, complete with steel floor, huge plasma screen in one corner, monitors lined in a row, the works. And the place was chilly as anything. I mean, ever heard of heating? It seemed cold enough to freeze to death in.

Or maybe that was the idea?

Double shit.

And in this weakened state of mine following my black-out, I was in no condition to fight off any possible attacks.

Panic slowly built up within me. I glanced fearfully at Paul and gulped audibly. There was no pity to be found that. But then, what had I expected? That he had really changed for the better, had forgiven me in such a short period of time the year Jesse came alive?

I was so stupid to believe him. To trust his words…

I glanced at Paul as he got from his crouching position by the wall and ambled towards me, coolly blowing on his hands to warm them. His eyes never left mine; they pinned me to where I sat, prone on the ground, unable to move. For in them was such iciness, such malice, that my breath was taken away, and all of a sudden, I felt even colder than before.

Dread coursed through my veins and spread across my body, travelling further along my bloodstream with each pump of my heart, paralysing me. I had never been so terrified, not even when I'd been ambushed by the five murderous ghosts.

For Paul was ruthless. After all, anyone who could commit such a heinous act of raping and mutilating a woman beyond recognition and still remain so completely unremorseful could certainly be certified as cruel.

And this time, I would be his victim.

Paul neared me and leered at me, lifting my chin with his cursed fingers. I flinched and backed away, as my heart rate rose to an extraordinarily rapid one. Without batting an eye, Paul continued on.

When he reached me, I spat at him and took several steps back. But this time, Paul, with lightning-quick reflexes, grabbed my lower arm and spun me around, twisting my arm behind me.

I took a sharp breath, and pain contorted my face. Seen with my messed-up hair and the thin line of blood across my neck, which had since congealed, I must have looked hideous.

Hah. Like that was the worst of my problems. Nothing serious really, I just had to escape from a psychotic killer with a huge grudge against me for refusing him a relationship, what, half a decade ago? No biggie.

I struggled and tried to get a leg in to trip him up, but froze instantly when Paul slid the knife out of his pocket. Meekly, I allowed myself to be tied up and led further into the man-made structure. Now submissive, I sat myself quietly in a corner, which was what Paul had instructed me to.

I watched quietly as he approached a huge machine from which a constant droning was sounding. Several bright spots of light dotted its form, and frantic beeping ensued when Paul keyed in something on its panel, then evened out and jingled when he entered yet another string of symbols and letters. I observed all this and knew he unlocking the sliding door I had seen on the opposite side of the chamber, and whatever was on the other side was probably nothing good. However, I made no attempt to sabotage Paul's actions.

Seems like a rather sudden change in attitude? Well, it wasn't just that. I had a PLAN. Yes, a plan. See how intelligent my brain is (for a change) in tense situations?

And so I parked myself there, all smug happiness and uplifted spirits, while trying to keep my face in an expression of fear and trepidation. At least, that was until Paul finished keying in all those codes into the machine, causing the gigantic ice-block-imitation door to slide open.

And reveal an entire legion of ghosts. All my self-satisfaction and mistaken feel of superiority disappeared in the wink of an eye.

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