Grell hadn't heard anything for a couple of hours. The chain was long enough to walk around the room, but not long enough to reach the door. A television hung from the wall with the remote on the bedside table.

She turned it on hoping to get rid of the maddening silence. Channel after channel of selling products and news. She hadn't realised it was still early. Seven in the morning to be exact.

She left it on the morning news as they discussed the latest diet trends. It was a small bit of comfort to her situation. Her arms wrapped around herself as she continued to watch.

She thought of her cats. Were they safe? Fed? Her hope was for the best.

Spencer came into the room around eight, with another tray. Lace pancakes with tea and raspberry jam. "I made you breakfast my love."

She stared at it covering herself up with the blankets. "I want to go home."

He set it down on the stand before getting into bed with her. "I know your scared. It's going to be scary with you being a blushing bride. Don't you worry though, I'll go pick up your cats before the end of the day."

"Don't you dare touch my babies!"

"Are you afraid I'll hurt them?"

She groaned in frustration jumping away as far as the chain would let her. "I want to go home you moron!"

"Grell please."

She stayed away from him crossing her arms. "I said I want to go home."

"You can't go. You just got here." He moved across the bed taking her into his arms. "I'll protect you."

She slapped him moving to the other side of the bed. The more away from him she was, the better she felt.

"I said, I want to go home!"

He jumped across to her, snatching her wrist. The force of the grab alone was enough to cause the bruising. The way his hand curled on her felt more like a sprain. "I said, you're staying here!"

Eric and William looked around at the buildings for the number given. "Any luck?" asked Eric turning the corner.

"Nothing yet. We have to keep driving."

He sighed glancing the around the street. Some of the numbers beginning to look familiar with the numbers given.

"Keep your eyes open. We're getting close."

William nodded scanning the area. He grabbed Eric's arm in a death grip. "Stop the car." he said in a serious tone. Eric pulled over stepping out with him. He looked over at the home.

It was an abandoned house. Windows and the front door boarded up. The weeds and overgrown grass leaking onto the yards of the neighbour's home. It was a real dump.

"Do you think he gave a fake address?" asked Eric.

William shrugged moving passed the gate. "I'd rather make sure she's not being held up in this place."

They made their way around the yard looking for any of the windows to be open from the front. In the back of the house was different. The yard was clean with no weeds whatsoever.

Eric gave out a type of scoff at the current situation. With his Scottish bravery placed right on his chest, he marched straight up to the door and yanked it open. With a bit of a surprise, it was unlocked.

William slipped his phone from his front pocket dialing the authorities right away. As he was distracted being placed on hold, Eric left inside without him.

The dirty blonde moved through the building scanning everything that he could. The home looked relatively new. Brand new appliances, new sofas and TVs all across the area. The thing that caught his attention most was a bunch of empty frames hanging on the walls.

Not a single one of them had a picture. Not even the stock images weren't there.

"Fucking creepy." he muttered under his breath.

He moved closer to a set of stairs. He kept his guard up moving along the steps. Reaching the top he scanned the area.

Three rooms with small labels in front of each door. A nursery, master bedroom, and a playroom.

William had just noticed Eric was no longer by his side as he ended the call. "Idiot."

Eric looked around the nursery with three cribs set in place. The entire room decorated in different hues of blue. "Shite."

Grell cried silently with the man raiding the closet next to her bed. He sighed happily going through each gown. Her wrist stung from the force he used to grab her.

"How about this one?"

Spencer held up a rather tight red and black dress. Perfect for a cocktail party. He moved towards her ignoring her sniffling as he pressed it against her body.

She pushed away from him holding her less injured hand against the gown." I don't want any of these stupid dresses!"

He grabbed her the injured wrist squeezing it with full force. A small yelp left her trembling lips. "Don't be like that with me, Grell." His voice was lower and harsher than before.

She didn't argue. More out of fright than actual reason.

He got back up picking out a different dress. This one would hug her body tightly. Sensual and alluring, as his future wife should be. "Perfect. "

She stared it wrinkling her nose at it. A dress like that was meant to be for a date with someone she could see herself with. Like Eric or William.

"Put this on." This time it wasn't a suggestion; it was a demand.

She picked up staring at him. "Are you going to lady have some decency to change without eyes watching?"

He chuckled turning back towards her. "Only until we're married. We'll have no shame after that. I want your body to only be seen by me." Spencer kept his gaze forward thinking of the happy occasion. "What of dress would you want?"

"Something I can pick out by myself."

He wanted turned around with the intention to scold her but, was stopped by an idea. "You want to pick a dress as a surprise for me? My love...you're too sweet."

She quickly changed into the dress, being so much more uncomfortable in the night gown. At least she wasn't wearing see-through clothing anymore. "You can turn around."

Spencer turned to face her. The way she looked in it made him feel so special to see see such beauty. He held her down with as much force as he could. His lips crashed onto her unwilling ones. The slight shiver she released gave off the impression she was just nervous.

Grell held perfectly still. If he hurried up with it, she could be alone once more.

He let her go stroking her head. "Why don't you eat your breakfast? I make you something to eat for lunch or, bring you some tea? I'll even go out and find you some of that soy or something."

She turned her head looking at the door. Surely he didn't have something she could be wanting to get him away from her? The plate of pancakes sat untouched. She couldn't force herself to refrain from eating today. She would hope he hadn't slipped something in them.

"I want something with fried tofu and some pastries."

He stared blankly before answering. "That sounds amazing! I can share a meal with you and have romantic bread sharing afterwards."

The expression of joy put her more at ease. She was an actress, after all. "Maybe some grapefruit juice and coffee?"

He sat closer to her with a coo and a smile. "You remembered what we would have during uni?" He grabbed her hand in a jerk kissing it.

She force herself to not react or make a noise. If she wanted him to leave, she had to be patient. "Maybe some fruit too?" she asked softly.

He couldn't help but give her a rather harsh kiss right onto her lips. "Of course! Of course my love. It might take me some time to drive out and get everything that you requested but, I did provide for you such a comfortable breakfast."

What's another small wave us a goodbye he ran past her and out the door. William had already made it to the top of the stairs looking for Eric when he heard the sound of a door slamming. Frozen completely in place he decided to not make a single noise. They were intruders after all.