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Day of the party, Kris Milano

Somewhere else, location unknown

Hard cold material pushing against her. Wood?

A foul smell in her nostrils, it was hard to breathe.

She thought that her eyes were open, but she couldn't see. Were they closed? It was so dark.

Something got pulled off her head with force. She inhaled sharp and guarded her emotions instantly. Where ever she was, she should hide her emotions. Her face turned to stone as she studied her environment.

A sparsely filled room in front of her. An old storage facility?

Grey concrete and high walls. An old wooden table in front of her and a chair.

Something cut in her wrists, she felt something sticky on her skin. Blood?

She had been on the beach, only moments ago. A blue sky, the sound of waves, hot sand underneath her feet. This environment was the exact opposite. She had just left Nick, Richard and Camille at La Kaz to go for a walk to try and clear her mind after having drunk too much of Catherine's new brew only last night. She'd acted like a complete fool, but the shame she'd felt about that evaporated immediately; She was in danger now.

She knew Nick had been right when she had stared down the barrel of a gun and she was forced into a car. She should have told them. She should have let them help. Had it been pride that she had wanted to do this alone? Or shame? And maybe he had been right about something else too... She'd leave this Island in a body bag. How could she have ever been so angry with him, while everything he had predicted seemed to have come true?

"Kristine Milano."

Those words on his lips, his voice, it gave her the chills. Something in her stomach turned as an ice cold hand gripped her heart. Her breathing hitched but she tried to hide that immediately. Her strong poker face kept intact. A skills she had practised and practised.

He stared at her. His eyes were a grey-blue, cold. She stared back. It was a staring match and she had the feeling that she shouldn't give up. Shouldn't give in. Not with him. Not with the man who had hurt so many people and had gotten away with it.

He smiled as he leaned forward and stared in her face. Taking in her features. "What an honor to see you up close and personal." He was wearing rings on his big fingers. He lit a cigar as he leaned back lazily. He smiled contently.

Kris had to blink to get used to the light. She looked from the empty concrete floor up to the man in front of her.

"Trash comes my way and will take itself out. Just as it should be." His eyes raked over her form. "I cannot express how glad I was when I heard that you came here. All the way from England. You landed right into my lap."

"I'm glad that I'm here too. Because now I know that I was right." She answered in a neutral voice.

"Right about what?" He asked slowly as he leaned forwards and took a lazy drag of the smelly cigar.

Kris's eyes scanned the room. Two guards, one behind her and one at the door. She might be able to take them, even though they were armed. But the man in front of her, the big, broad man, she was not sure that she could take him. He was a force to reckon with. And him acting so lazy and relaxed made her even more afraid. "Why am I here?" Kris asked. She dreaded his answer. Maybe she was still asleep? Maybe this was a nightmare? And she would wake up in Camille's bed. Next to her friend. The sun would shine and everything would be okay.

He began to laugh softly. "So dominant, aren't you? I always wondered about that. Who is wearing the trousers, I thought? That big partner of yours or just you? Who hurt my brother? I also thought, who should I punish first?" He leaned back again. "But it does not matter right now. Because I have you. I can get to him later." His eyes studied her face and body. "Are you enjoying Saint Marie, Kristine Milano?"

Kris just stared at him as her mind worked overtime to find a way out of this. To survive. To stay alive.

"O, by the way..." He looked up at the guard next to the door and nodded. "You already met Boris, didn't you?" The door opened and a big black Mastiff ran towards her with teeth bared.

Kris's eyes grew big as she jerked back on her chair. Almost falling in her attempt. She loved dogs, but this one was a monster, all sharp teeth and muscles, maybe even heavier then she was. Trained to bite and rip apart.

The man smiled. "Down, Boris. You'll get a piece of Kris's flesh later. If there's something left after I'm through with her."

Kris swallowed as she looked at the dog. The muscles on the beast were enormous, she already knew from past experience. The dog had grabbed her in the garden she had jumped into, when she'd been following HIM. The moment the dog came running - something she hadn't expected at all – she'd ran, knowing that she could never outrun the fast animal. But she had been close to the wall... That might have given her a chance. She had jumped and her hands had reached the lip of the wall. Just as she began to pull herself up, the animal had lodged his teeth in her side, dragging her down.

She had been lucky that at that moment someone had called for him. She'd used that one second the dog was distracted to jump up again, with much pain, and get herself over the wall, to drop unceremoniously down onto the ground on the other side. Catching herself had been difficult with that wound. The wound had pestered her for days afterwards. Until finally she had to visit a doctor to get stitches. She'd hid the wound from everyone. If Camille saw the bite wound in her side, she'd become suspicious. Questions would arise, and Camille could read her like a book. Hiding something from Camille was nearly impossible. And it hurt.

"I see Boris remembers YOU!'* He grinned as he looked at her side. "You thought wearing a blond wig wouldn't alert me to you following me? You're so simple."

"Kidnapping a police woman. That is simple." She reminded him slowly.

He smiled. "I'm going to tell you what I have thought up for you," he stood up as he began to pace. "The moment I heard you were coming, I started planning."

Kris swallowed as she looked at his broad back. He had heard that she was coming? Even before she stepped on the plain? All her careful work had been for nothing... He'd already known and she'd walked right into his trap. Someone had betrayed her? Why was this monster always so many steps ahead? He'd been ahead of them the whole year they'd been working the case. He'd gotten away with so many murders and now he still was ahead of her. It frustrated her to no end. Her meaning had been to do justice by the other women. This wasn't justice. This was just another game won for him.

"You're going to steal diamonds. AND I heard you're very good at undercover work, Milano." He smiled widely. "You are going to make sure that all the people that you love so dearly, will hate you. That's what I meant with 'The trash will take itself out .' I won't have to do anything, but sit back and enjoy. Trash will destroy itself."

Kris studied him. It was strange. The words out of his mouth sounded so factual. Like that was really going to happen. It gave her the chills again. Because she would never, ever do a thing like that. She'd never do anything for him. She was too proud. To damn proud. She'd rather die then do anything for this monster. She looked at the dog automatically. Even if the dog would rip her apart? Yes. It would hurt, but she hoped it would be quick. Nothing was more important then her pride, honesty and love.

She quickly averted her gaze from the big, sharp teeth of the animal. This wasn't the way she thought she would die. Not that she'd thought about it much, but not like this. His teeth would tear her to pieces easily. She swallowed. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you ruining everything you've ever built up. That's the first phase in breaking you down. And I'm going to enjoy it." He smiled widely. He put his cigar out. "The well-behaved police woman that does everything to the last letter of the law. Your record must be spotless." He smiled again as he looked down at her. Enjoying himself immensely. "That ended today. " He grinned, showing his brown teeth. "I'm going to love playing with you."

'You're good at fantasizing." Kris answered dryly as she studied him. She wished she could get into the psyche of this sick man. She wished she could understand him, get a feel for him. Find a way to manipulate him, find a weakness. Or some way to get herself out of this mess.

"Psychological break down first." His big hand moved over the soft skin of her neck. "And then I'll have fun with ripping your skin off." She felt the large hand enveloping her throat easily.

"Do come closer." Kris invited him threateningly. How she would love to hit him and put him in jail. Somewhere far away.

"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" He smiled as his cold eyes stared at her. "So fragile." He said as he caressed her long neck. He looked at Boris. "We love fragile, don't we?" He let go of her neck. "The sound of bones snapping, breaking, it just sounds better that way." He bent towards her.

"If you untie me, I can show you how fragile I am." Kris proposed . If she could get her hands on this man...

"When I'm through with you, your loved ones will hate you, you'll be known as the dirty cop that manipulated everyone and became evil and eventually died a horrific death." He began to pace in front of her as he patted Boris's big head absentmindedly. "I'm still thinking about ways for you to die. I thought about drowning, burning, or a car accident. I don't know yet. Maybe my brother has some good ideas. Anyway, we still have time."

Kris just huffed at that. "I wish you good luck with that."

"And you're going to break McGarrett." He turned towards her.

Fear spread through her. No. Not Nick. She didn't want him involved. She wanted no one involved. She could feel herself getting paler. Don't show him your fear.

"Will that be easy?" He studied her. "Pretty, pretty Kris. Will dear Nick care when you're ripped apart?" He grabbed her chin. "Shall I send him a piece of you?" He smiled at the idea. "I would love to see the look on his face. I would enjoy that."

"I bet you would." Kris answered. Poor Nick. Instead of closing the case, she'd managed to become victim number 8.

"What piece would he love?" The hands took her lips and forced them together. "I bet it's not your lips. Your mouth is too big for your own good."

"I think he'd love a piece with your DNA on it." Kris answered smartly.

He grinned again. "O sweety. When I'm through with you, he won't be looking for you. No one will. Well, maybe they will... But not in the way you want them too." He bent towards her again to get on her eye level.

She didn't understand his plan. He seemed so sure of himself. She knew that this man was smart. That frightened her even more. She could only hope that if she wouldn't survive, the rest would find out the truth. She'd go down with a very big fight.

"They won't be there to help you. They'll be wanting you for breakfast after I'm through with you."

"Good luck with that too." Kris said. That would never happen. They were too smart for that. Nick, the man that had gotten to know her so well, even if she didn't want to. Because to be honest, it frightened her in a way. And Camille, her dear friend who she loved like a sister. Camille wouldn't give up on her, would she?

"But still, how long will it take for Nick to hate you? I wonder.." His hand went to her side, to the stitched wound of the dog bite. He pressed with his thumb. She hissed in pain. "If you push him away and break him."

"You're delusional if you think I'm going to break anyone." Kris answered in a calm tone.

"You're very stubborn aren't you? You're one of the hard ones." He dragged her from the chair easily and slammed her into the hard wall. He pushed his finger deep into her wound.

Kris clenched her jaw. She tried to control herself and not cry out in pain. This man would not see pain from her. She would give him nothing.

"I know trash like you. I know exactly how to play you." He whispered in her ear.

"Trash like me? What do you mean? Women? I always wondered about that. You just love to torture women, don't you? Were you the lead in it all, or was it your brother?"

He looked at her now. "How did you know?" He asked as he grabbed her chin and forced her face against the cold wall. No one had suspected him. Only she had. How?

"I've got a nose for sick psychopaths."

He let go of her and laughed. "Then you're going to become one. You're going to become the one thing you hate so much. Isn't that ironic?"

"I'm not doing anything for you. You can hurt me all you want." She looked him right in his eyes. "I'd rather die."

He studied her face.

She could feel his warm, vile breath on her cheek and lips.

"I know." He let go of her so suddenly that she almost fell to the ground. He turned and wiped the blood from her wound away from his fingers with a handkerchief as one of the guards put her on the chair again. "That's why I brought a little help."

"Nothing will help. You can torture me all you want. I'm not moving one finger for you." She would never ever hurt someone else for this vile man. For no one. She'd rather die. She wasn't joking about that. She could be stubborn. Very stubborn. If it meant not leaving this place alive, then so be it. She wanted to live. But she didn't want to think about that now. She just thought about her options. But if her way of surviving was hurting someone else, then that was no option for her. She could only hope that her death would be quick. And that maybe Nick, Camille and Richard would get to him. And would punish him.

He nodded towards the other guard near the door. Who opened the door at his command.

Kris looked at what was in the doorway between two guards.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked with a big smile as he looked back at Kris.

Kris froze as her mouth fell open. He had her. He had her just where he wanted her. And he knew it. How was that even possible? Had she been so see through?

"Will you be a good girl tonight, Kris Milano?"

She looked up at him. Her eyes shone with unshed tears. She swallowed. And nodded. She could not get out of this. He had her at every point, every turn. She really felt like a victim now, and she hated it. And that is what he wanted, wasn't it? 'Phase one', he'd called it. Break her down. That vile man had to know somehow that she was a sensitive woman. He preyed right off of that.

"What? I didn't hear you?" He pushed, talking like he was addressing a child.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

She gave him a vile stare.

"There it is. I just wanted to see some emotion." He sat in front of her and grinned. "They say the sweetest humans cam become the meanest." His hand moved over her cheek in a caring way. His finger moved over her other cheek lazily. "And that's what you are, aren't you? So sweet and innocent. So for justice. Sweet, sweet Kris. All soft putty inside, warm and caring." He bent further towards her to look deep in her eyes. "I want to see evil inside of you, I want to see aggression." His hand rested on her throat again. "I'm going to corrupt you. McGarett won't know what hit him." He laughed evilly.

She wanted to have a comeback, she wanted to deny this. But she couldn't. She couldn't risk it.

"Now.. The rest of it... Tell me, Milano, tell me that you'll do anything that I ask. Tell me that you'll be my puppet." He leaned towards her ear. "Just like I like it. There's no place in this world for you anymore, I'm taking over. And then, you're finished."

"I will do anything you want." She answered with a choked voice. It was as if she had to push out every word from her throat.

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Okay, do you still all hate Kris? Or is there some more "love and understanding" for her? I hope so... hahaha