Surprised by Kit's words Nick stood on the brakes pulling the Caddie to a screeching halt by the side of the road. Thankfully hardly any cars frequented the roads now, since the attacks people had been too scared to venture out of their houses at night for fear of another maniac standing, waiting on a rooftop to send them to a fiery grave. It was quiet now, no cars passed as he sat staring at Kit endlessly as if trying to find an answer to a question he had asked himself. Finally, after what seemed like an age, he sat back in his seat his eyes turned back towards the road. His lips parted but no words escaped them, just breath; warm, nervous breath that was almost invisible against the darkness in the car.

"I'm right aren't I?" Kit's words came again, gentler this time.

Nick shifted his eyes in Kit's direction, "If you are you know what kind of danger you're in."

"No, I'm in no danger from you. I have nothing to fear. You saved my life that night, that's not the action of a cold hearted killer. Maybe you were like that once, a long time ago, but not anymore. If you were you would have killed me by now and you wouldn't be out here risking getting toasted if you didn't care about helping me find Robyn."

"You seem very confident." Nick replied his tone edging on dangerous.

"I am. Now, either we sit here chatting or we get moving to this next place before you turn into a pumpkin, Cinderella."

This made Nick turn his head completely in Kit's direction and sharply. For a moment his expression was blank but then a smile formed on his expressive lips. Chuckling slightly he pulled the Caddie away from the side of the road and continued on his way to the third building. He hoped as much as the man beside him that they would find Robyn there.

She felt herself falling, falling down into a deep precipice of darkness mingled with pain and fear as he slowly lowered her to the floor. Scrunching her eyes closed even tighter she tried to imagine herself in another place, a place without him. She felt him run his hands over her breasts. His touch was gentle, his rough skin tickling her sensitive flesh. She could feel his hot breath against her neck as he pressed his body closer to hers. Her body flinched as she felt him run his tongue from her shoulder right up to her neck coming to a stop at her ear. His lips brushed her ear as he whispered to her.

"I can make this easy or I can make this hard; very hard. The choice is yours. If you stay still I won't hurt you but if you struggle…" Cain finished his warning by sharply twisting the contents of one of his hands sending waves of pain through his captive's body. "Do you understand me?"

With gritted teeth Robyn nodded, there was no way she could reply in the negative. It was something she would pay for with her life although it seemed an ample price to pay for what he was going to do to her.

For some time she had been watching him, for some time he had been lying on the bed opposite hers like a statue, unmoving. She had thought of rousing him but the way he laid on the bed told her he wasn't asleep. After what he'd told her she had almost been moved to pity but that had been quashed almost as quickly as it had formed. She'd seen that there was much more to him than had met her eye before but the way he had expressed his innermost feelings had almost bored her to tears. She'd held him as he'd let his words flood out of him, out of his soul, she'd held him as she'd felt tears slide down her neck but all the while her heart had remained cold. In those moments he had shown her a vulnerability she knew that she could attack but it almost seemed pointless. He was weak enough already, the state of his hands proved that.

Getting up from the bed she had slept on for hours she stood for some time on the spot debating whether or not to disturb him. She needed the toilet but without him she couldn't get into the bathroom. If she left the airship to go home she'd never make it back in time, she hadn't brought her car with her. She was sure that there was no one in the town she could ask to lend her their facilities for five minutes. They would rather watch her soil herself under the watchful eye of all those around her than uphold her dignity as a human being.

Finding no other option she walked over to his bed, he heard her footsteps sounding on the hard floor and looked up at her. He tried to smile at her but nothing happened, he had no smiles left. Lowering his eyes he sat up slowly, awkwardly; as the fading light of day touched his chiselled features she could see how pale he looked. She had no idea when he'd last eaten but by the looks of him it hadn't been for a long time. No matter how cold her heart was she couldn't let a man starve to death in front of her, she would go to the toilet then she would make them something to eat; not just for him but to satisfy her stomach also. As for him, he was no good to her dead; Lily had plans for him that required he be nothing but alive.

Taking a few more steps towards him she smiled slightly, "Can you let me into your bathroom? I need to use your facilities."

Sportacus nodded, "You can just go right in, swing the door round. It's the only thing in here that isn't voice activated."

For a moment Ellen had to hold her tongue, she had been standing like an idiot trying to figure out what to do when she could have helped herself into the bathroom. It was something he hadn't told her until now. Forcing a grateful smile she walked over to the bathroom door, shielded by a dome with what looked like running water flowing inside it, and pushed it open. Without looking back at her host she stepped inside and closed the door. She was rather surprised to see a lock on it but then she supposed that even heroes needed their privacy no matter whether they were high up in the air out of the reach of everyone. Locking the door she headed over to the toilet.

Skin against skin, body against body, dominant and submissive they lay their bodies entwined. With frenzied movements he devoured her again and again until she had hoped the world would explode so that she would be set free from this torture. Her skin was covered in scratches were he had dug his nails into her flesh and pulled them downwards tearing her. Every time she thought of escaping in her mind, in images, of imagining that it wasn't him that was taking her he would pull her back to a world where there was only pain, blood and shame. A world where there was no escape, a world where there was nothing but this room, this floor and him; a world without mercy or absolution. Such was this place.

Suddenly, the door to the room burst open with such violence that it was thrown against the opposite wall shocking Cain from his activity. He turned swiftly but it wasn't a fast enough movement for him to identify his attacker before he was pulled into the air and thrown across the room also. As his head impacted with the mangled door everything went black.

For a terrifying moment she didn't know what had happened but then strong, gentle arms enfolded her wrapping her in something soft and warm. Those same arms cradled her as she felt herself being lifted from the floor and into the air. It felt as if she were flying as the ceiling whipped past her eyes. She had entered into a new world now; one of light, dark, light, dark and light again. After her world changed into darkness once more with no sign of light tears began to spill from her eyes, tears that understood what had happened to her. She could feel the arms hold her tighter as everything became still again.

"Hush, hush. It'll be ok pequeña Robyn. You're safe now, Cain can't hurt you anymore." Words spoken in a strong Spanish accent told her

She wanted to believe the words but somehow they didn't seem to hold true. Somehow they meant nothing to her, nothing meant anything anymore.