Well we're on the home stretch now final chapter, I have really enjoyed writing this fan fiction and I really hope you have enjoyed reading it. Please review I would love to know what you guys think means it's something so different to what I normally do. Thank you for reading.

That night Sophie had some serious making up to do her unexplainable feelings for Mick had gone out of control, they were just as confusing as he was. She knew he was a monster but she had also seen something different in him, something that no one else had ever seen before. The woman in the mine shafts had been the only thing he had left to connect him to his sister, he had kept her as a fully trained pet hoping that the unforgivable things he did to her would make him feel better about his sister's death and as much as he admitted he had enjoyed all the things he subjected her to, it didn't make his sister's death any easier and failed to make him feel any better about it. This was it, everything was gone now, Sophie's uncontrollable rage had killed the last thing he had to cling to.

Sophie couldn't decide if she could spot pure rage, sadness or utter relief in Mick's eyes maybe a mix of all three.

The death of his pet had destroyed the last thing he could take his revenge on, it had been years ago since him and his father had released their anger onto his sister's murderer but to him it hadn't been enough, he had wanted revenge on everything else this monster had loved. Pretty soon anger and rage had consumed him; Mick had been concentrating that much on justice for his sister that there hadn't been room in his life for anything else and now that his play thing was dead his emotions confused him. Part of him felt utter relief he no longer had to concentrate on making this woman suffer as much as he was but part of him felt uncontrollable anger. He had had many more years of revenge and suffering planned for this woman to make up for his sister's death and now Sophie's jealousy had taken that all away.

Once Sophie had entered the wooden cabin she knew straight away she was in trouble. Mick had violently slammed the door behind him almost making the very foundations shake and pointed to the bedroom. Sophie slunk into the bedroom she had no idea what was being planned but she knew it was bad. She turned round and put her hands flat on his chest and looked up at him.

"Mick please I'm sorry, I, I don't know what happened, I..."

"Get on the fucking bed" Mick growled voice low and deep.

"Mick please, I..."

"I said get on the fucking bed!" he roared. Sophie's eyes went wide with terror and she scuttled onto the bed on her hands and knees.

"Look Mick If you want to take your hurt out on me fine, I can take it, just don't make me look at you like that I can't stand it"

"Like what?" he growled.

"Like I've torn your life apart, like I've destroyed you" she tried not to sob.

"You have no fucking idea what you've done" Mick snarled shoving her on the bed. He grabbed hold of her shorts and started to pull them off. "And for that you're fucking going to look at me, I don't want you to take your fucking eyes off me the whole time, you're going to see exactly what you've done, you owe me girlie"

This time the sex with Mick had been a million times worse than the first, it smashed her heart into a million tiny pieces. True he had been rough with her that had never bothered her before, but this time all his pain and anger came flooding out in just one go. He pinned her wrists down hard with one hand she knew they were going to bruise but that didn't bother her he had done it before. He grabbed her by the neck with the other squeezing the breath out of her releasing occasionally so she didn't pass out. Funnily enough that didn't bother her either if he wanted to take his emotions out on her that was fine, she could deal with that if it helped him heal. His thrusts that were hard enough to put her head through the wall above her head or rearrange her very organs too didn't affect her that was his way of punishing her, another way of releasing his anger. But what did bother her, what shattered her very soul was the fact that she had to look into his eyes.

Through Mick's many years he had become an expert at developing an excellent poker face, he could keep all his emotions hidden behind one face. But his eyes, his eyes told a different story, all of his emotions flooded through and it broke her heart to have to be made to look at his anger, hate, sadness, despair and need for revenge all in them two green eyes. It was only then that she realised the full extent of what she had done and she realised now what she had to do. "Now we're even" he growled throwing her denim shorts at her. Mick's poker face returned to the emotionless facial expression it once was and the emotions faded from his eyes. But it was almost as if through those sexual acts he had passed his emotions onto her.

She scrambled to put her clothes on as fast as she could, grabbed her back pack from her side of the bed and made a fast dash to the front door that still remained unlocked. Sophie threw the door open and went to start running but Mick quickly grabbed her wrist.

"Where the bloody hell do you think you're going?" Mick asked, his rifle flung over his shoulder, his hand still holding onto her wrist.

"I, I can't stay here" She stuttered, she needed to get out, she needed to get away.

"Well tough look girlie, deals not over for two more days" Sophie tried to pull her arm away but his grip was too strong.

"I can't stay here I have to go" Mick pulled a confused face and raised an eyebrow at her.

"Where's all this come from Sophie" His voice saying her name hit her heart hard, after all the time they'd spent together in his home she couldn't remember him ever saying her name. She didn't like it, it seemed all too familiar to her and mostly it seemed too right to her like him saying her name was the most perfect thing ever.

"I can't do this anymore, I can't live like this anymore" She announced finally pulling her wrist from Mick's strong grip. "I've killed a woman because of how I feel about you, you're driving me insane and you're too blind to see it, so I'm leaving"

"You've got two more days yet girlie and then you can go, IF I decide to let you" he growled she knew he was trying to frighten her but it didn't work anymore.

"I'm leaving now Mick" She looked at the rifle on his shoulder then into his eyes "And you can either shoot me or let me go I'm not bothered anymore" For a few seconds her eyes scanned his, one to the other for any sign of what he planned to do but they were blank.

Sophie turned around and started to walk away, her words hit Mick like a fist to the gut. She wasn't scared of him anymore; she wasn't scared of him anymore. He kept repeating it over and over again in his mind. She wasn't afraid of him anymore, how was he supposed to make her stay if she wasn't scared of him and if she didn't fear him what did she feel for him? Could it be the same feelings he had for her? Anger flared inside him 'how dare she walk away from me? Doesn't she know who I am?" He raised the sight of his rifle to eye level and got Sophie on target. Through the sight he saw Sophie turn around in the distance and look at him, she saw him with his rifle raised but she just turned back around and carried on walking. "Of course she knows who you are" He thought to himself "That's why she's not scared of you anymore.

God how he wished he had killed her when he had first seen her, women are nothing but trouble you get attached and then they leave, everyone in Mick's life always leave. The Lone Ranger that's how Mick had always been free to do whatever he liked when he liked. But God he wished he had killed her, he wished he hadn't given her a chance to get close to him because watching Sophie his gorgeous wild killer walk into the distance was like experiencing the loss of his sister all over again.

Slowly he lowered his rifle; and watched her walk into the distance until she disappeared.

no matter how hard he tried he couldn't bring himself to shoot her. He loved her.