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"God you are an idiot aren't you?" Trevor turned around to face his hostage, who was now awake with a bloody lip. He must have quirked his eyebrow, because then Cleo rolled her eyes.
"Bloody hell Trev, I'm a nerdy DNA lab tech who has not even been on one date with your so called 'sworn enemy'. You have just landed yourself a possible jail term for kidnapping and abuse, when really, I might not even like Greg that much, or even worse, he might not even like me that much." Trevor looked at her, dumbfounded, but then found his voice again.
"Well, the CSIs do seem to like you anyways, I think that losing you would be just the kick up the ass they all needed." Cleo looked into his eyes and glared.
"This goes deeper than Greg, doesn't it?" Trevor laughed again, sounding even less normal than before.
"Of course it does! Do you think that this," he held his hands up in a dramatic movement, "is all for that stupid Hannah?" Cleo grimaced. Sure, she didn't like Hannah that much, but she didn't dislike her that much either. Her brain whirred as she searched for an answer as to why Trevor had become so hell bent on destroying her.
"Someone committed a crime, one that either affected you or your family," Trevor stared at her, as if she was crazy, so she continued anyway, "and the police did nothing about it." Trevor nodded slowly.
"How did you know?" Cleo shrugged her shoulders,
"Lucky guess?" Trevor grinned, and that scared Cleo even more than the shouting had earlier that evening.
"You are a clever girl, aren't you Miss Baker?" Trevor brushed his hand along her chest and Cleo shuddered. She tried to move away, but her arms where bound together and her body was strapped to the chair. "So much more clever than Hannah. She was tying me down… with you," he brought his face inches away from hers, "you I can be myself."
"Who? The sadistic psychopathic freak who everyone doesn't know yet hates anyway?" Trevor slapped her, and Cleo felt the sting make her eye water. "When am I going to see my friends and family again?" More importantly Greg… she added at the end.
"Never." He answered, as if answering a simple question, like whether he liked pie. Cleo looked at him as if he had three heads.
"Sorry?"
"Never." And as Trevor left her by herself to wallow in her thoughts, all she could think was a prayer, that contained the words:
Let me get out of this alive.