Michael had just entered his condo after taking his slow time to come home. He had been thinking the entire way, and was now even more confused than when he had left that morning. He was just undoing his tie when he heard the door slam in back of him. He turned to see Bianca standing there, very angry, very determined.
"Oh, what now?" He didn't think he could handle anymore.
"When are you going to stop terrorizing my family?"
"Um, how about never? Sorry, babe, but it's really fun. Your family is so gullible."
She shook her head. "No, it ends today. Right now."
"It ends when I say it ends." He threw his tie on a chair. "You know, Binks, you could make this so much easier on yourself."
"By what? Accepting you?"
He was nonchalant. "Yeah, why not? You could accept that that night at Myrtle's was consensual, you could accept that I want you to want to be with me, and you can even accept that you are attracted to me."
"Never."
He gave her a look. "You know, we sure have a lot of chemistry, and you sure seem to be obsessed with me enough to make me think otherwise."
She was confused. Don't fall for his act! "The only thing I could possibly accept from you is my innocent baby girl that you gave me."
"Boy."
She gave him a steely smile. "No, Michael, she is a girl."
"Oh, and I bet you want her to grow up and be just like you."
""Why not?"
"Sweet, kind, beautiful, obsessive, anorexic, gay, an arsonist-"
She lunged at him. How dare you say those things about her! "She is an innocent! She will be whoever she wants to be!"
When she came at him, he grabbed her arm, twisting her around so she was pressed against the couch. He leaned on top of her.

Her face hit the glass as he pulled her down on the couch. She was crying in pain, crying in fear…
Crying over what was to come.

"Now, why do I always have to be violent towards you, hmmm? To tell you the truth, I don't like to be. Plus, I don't want anything happening to the little Cambias." He patted her stomach with his free hand. Her pulse was racing. He twisted her around. He was so close to her...she could feel his breath against her lips.
"I don't like being this way." He almost looked apologetic.
"I thought you liked being in control. I thought you liked it when I was scared." And she was determined not to be. He was so close. She could feel him.
He looked at her for a while, almost in confusion. "I like passion more than control." He whispered the words, not really intending to. I do like the control. Christ, Bianca, what have you done to me?
She looked at his face. She had always seen his face as a monster, a rapist, haunting her life. She now looked upon the lost, gentle man who asked for her hand. A man she would have accepted having a baby with. She felt her head move slightly. He let his move down. When they kissed, Bianca felt nothing life she had ever felt, nothing to be described. She knew the kiss, knew the feel of his body. He knew her temptation. She didn't even know how she got there. She didn't know how they pulled each other's shirts off, how he could be so gentle, so romantic. She moved her body against his, sighing. He groaned, confused with his own feelings.
This can't be Michael. It is, but it isn't. Michael raped me...this man...wants me. He wants me to want him. Can I want him?
No, she couldn't. She forced herself away, throwing her arms around her bare belly.
"No!"
Michael stopped. He rested his head just below her hands.
"Why did you do that?" He looked at her. His face was exasperated. His eyes were still confused, but starting to clear. He was becoming the Michael she knew, the Michael who had stolen from her.
"I can't, Michael. This isn't me. This isn't you. I can't." She started to get up, move away from him. He barred her with his arms. He let his body touch hers harder.
"You can and you will."
Her breath caught. She had led herself into a trap that was her own making. She looked up at his face. There he was, in all his control. She had to take the control back.
He looked at her angrily. "I didn't want to...but you leave me no choice." He almost shrugged his shoulders. "I'm going to have to force you, again."
He forced her arms to her sides and kissed her again. She fought back, barely remembering his strength.

Kendall was leaving her condo when she heard a scream. She quickly turned to Michael's place. She froze, her eyes full of shock, fear covering her face. Suddenly, Aidan appeared, walking determinedly towards Michael's.
"Aidan!" She hissed. He stopped, looking at her in surprise.
"What are you doing here?"
She suddenly saw the gun in his hand. "Michael raped Bianca, sexually harassed Maggie..." She gasped at that. "I'm here to kill him. Now, why don't you go back inside so you can have plausible deniability?"
Another scream.