I know, I know; I am completely rubbish at updating! I've got a couple of weeks off work so updates should be coming on a semi-regular basis. I hope. Thank you for all your positive reviews so far, I was very worried about publishing this but response so far has been very encouraging. Just to warn, it will now get very M rated so please turn away if that offends you.

As always, this is dedicated to michemistic who keeps prodding me (in a very lovely way) to keep updating.

"I asked you a question" He pulls sharply on her hair as his tone turns from seductive whisper to sharp command.

Her eyes widen at the sudden pain at the back of her head and her breathing quickens almost to the point of hyperventilation. What the hell had he asked her? 'What do we have here?' Had sounded like a rhetorical question to her, how was she supposed to answer that? He knew her name already so that couldn't be it. The answer she really wanted to give was along the lines of 'someone you have had to force to be here' but she sensed that wasn't a wise answer to give at this moment. Staying silent seemed like the safest response.

He released the nape of her neck and stood in front of her. "Disappointing me already; oh dear." He tutted as he walked around her, slowly assessing her form. He stood in front of her once more. If the look on his face was anything to go by he was not impressed with what he had seen. She quickly averted her eyes to the floor. It was definitely safer not to look at his face; it made her forget how much she hated him. This man that had held her fate entirely within his hands. This man who could do as he pleased with her body but he would never ever touch her mind or her heart. Or at least she hoped so.

"Let's try again shall we?" His tone was condescending to the utmost. "What is your name?"

She was confused, he definitely knew her name already. What game was he playing? This felt like a trap. She risked another quick glance up to his face to see that he had one eyebrow raised in mocking expectancy. She felt on the back-foot already and he had only asked her what her name was, she really wished she had more clothes covering her. It must be some sort of test. She took a deep breath, there was no way she could get this question wrong.

"Rachel Berry." She had a split second to curse the waver in her voice before she felt the back of his hand crash into her cheek. Her vision span as she threw her hands out to the floor to stop herself smashing face first into the dark wood of the floor. Her cheek throbbed and she could taste the metallic tang of blood in her mouth. Apparently there was a way she could get that question wrong. Every inch of her was now shivering with fear.

He gripped the back of her neck once more and she felt herself being lifted unceremoniously to her feet. He forced her to look him in the eyes once more as she balanced precariously on her tip toes. Her fear increased ten-fold at the unparalleled rage she saw within them. What the hell had she done wrong? Apparently this was one of the rules she didn't know about until she had broken it. She can't say Santanna didn't warn her.

"You will address me as Master. Do you understand?" He spat at her through clenched teeth, his voice low and dangerous.

If her cheek hadn't been throbbing with pain she would have been extremely tempted to spit back a sarcastic comment but if he backhanded her in the face for that small infraction she had no idea what he would do if she cheeked him. She had a sudden longing to be back with her fathers and out of this horrible mess. A lump rose to the back of her throat as she whispered her reply through the threat of tears.

"Yes Master." She would not cry in front of him. He could have her innocence but she would not give him her tears. Or her mind. Or her heart. She steeled herself for what was to come.

"Good girl." He released her and she felt her feet finally hit the floor fully. She attempted to get her breathing back within a normal range and swallow down her fear. If she carried on like this she would pass out. She raised her fingers to her mouth to attempt to sooth the stinging. She pulled them away quickly when she felt the wetness trickling down her chin. Oh dear. She had never been good with blood. She risked a quick look at her fingers and released a slight whimper before she could stop herself. Her vision began to swim and she felt the darkness curl around her consciousness.

Before she could hit the floor she felt strong arms move around her to settle on her belly and a solid chest at her back. Her senses were invaded by a strong masculine scent and she had an incredibly disconcerting warmth in her stomach at the sensation of being held by him. Her everything was reeling, this was all too much to take in in the space of five minutes. She felt the overwhelming urge to pass out once more and she was roughly shaken out of it by the arms around her.

"Rachel." He murmured in her ear once again. "Snap out of it." He sounded almost worried about her; now she was even more confused as he was the one who had backhanded her in the first place.

"I don't do well with blood." She swallowed quickly and almost gagged. She could still taste the blood. Her body went limp in his arms as the darkness claimed her. The last word she heard was his.

"Interesting."

*St Berry*

He lifted her tiny body in his arms and walked with her deeper into his chambers. He laid her down on his bed and moved back in order to study her more intently. The underwear he had chosen for her fit her perfectly as he knew it would. The white stood out in stark contrast to her tanned skin and made her almost glow. Without doubt she was a beautiful creature; it was what had attracted him to her in the first place. He had a passion for possessing beautiful things. He stepped forward and carefully wiped the dried blood from her face. She unconsciously nuzzled his hand in her vulnerable state.

But this one, she had captured his attention in a way that no other had. He had watched her going about her daily work in the slums, humming and singing under her breath and dishing out brutal honesty to her peers with such naivety it was impossible not to become enamoured with her. He had felt a magnetic pull towards her even when she had no idea who he was. She was innocence wrapped in fire, he would break her and she would let him. There was no doubt about it in his mind; she would feel the same pull that he did.

He had perhaps hit her a little hard earlier but he had had no idea she would react that way to the sight of blood, her own blood at that. He wouldn't have pegged her for squeamish, anyone who grew up in the slums as she did must have been acquainted with hardship and toil. Actually this had worked out pretty perfectly for him, she would be even more confused when she awoke. He had only been doing it for twenty minutes but the thought of controlling her was already heady and intoxicating. He hoped she didn't give in too easily, the fun of it was always in the chase.

She would run from him and he would punish her. It was inevitable and he couldn't wait. A smirk lifted his features as he settled into a chair in a dark corner of the room, hidden from her view when she would eventually awake. He would sincerely like to chain her to the bed purely to see her reaction when she wakes up but he has time for that later. He senses her inevitable escape attempt will be even more fun. He has all the time in the world with her actually. Well, at least until she begins to bore him like all the others previously. Although he couldn't see that happening for a while, she was already turning out to be very entertaining.

*St Berry*

Rachel awoke slowly. It felt almost as if she was swimming through treacle in order to regain consciousness. Her limbs felt heavy as did her thoughts. Where was she? The bed she was lying on felt infinitely softer than her own. Why was the right side of her face throbbing with a dull ache? She watched her own fingers rise to probe the side of her face slowly. As if in a dream, she touched the tender spot at the side of her mouth. How had that got there?

She pressed a little too hard and the pain brought her sharply to full consciousness. With a gasp she sat bolt upright. She was in Master St James' bed. He had hit her. He had caused her to bleed. He had caught her when she had passed out. And apparently he was nowhere to be seen. She looked around the room diligently and silently; nope he definitely wasn't in here. She hopped down from the bed and fought another wave of dizziness. Now was not the time for a head-rush.

She tip-toed to the door and peered outside. He wasn't in what appeared to be his study either. Her heart soared, now was her chance. She couldn't believe she had been left alone so early into her capture. There was a door that led to a terrace across the study. She was pretty athletic and she knew she was only on the second story, she could definitely make the jump into the gardens and surely she could find her way from there.

Admittedly a bra and thong were not the ideal attire for her escape attempt but at least she wasn't naked. She could find clothes later, she might never get another chance like this. Swiftly, she made her way across the study, to the doors beyond and into the cool night air. Immediately, goose bumps made their presence felt across her skin and the wind rippled her hair around her shoulders. She shivered at the feeling as she looked over the side of the terrace.

If she lowered herself over the side, it would only be about a six foot drop. She could do that no problem, what was a problem was that below the terrace their appeared to be a maze of some kind. She took a minute to attempt to memorize the best way to get out but decided speed was more important. As long as she was quiet she would have time to find her way out.

With a deep breath she lowered herself over the edge and held onto the bottom ledge of the terrace with her fingertips, dangling in the slight breeze as she steeled herself to jump.

"Going somewhere?" His smooth voice intoned from above her.

In her shock, she lost her grip and tumbled into the maze without pre-amble. She landed hard, knocking the wind out of herself as her right ankle collapsed under the impact of her unexpected fall. She backed along the lawn until she felt the prickles of the maze wall at her back. He vaulted the terrace with ease to land in front of her, he must have been waiting for her to escape.

The thought that she had played right into his hands propelled her to her feet with a sudden burst of anger. She would not make it easy for him, besides if she could run faster than him she still had a chance. Blocking out the fact that she had injured her ankle and that he probably knew this maze like the back of his hand, she turned tail and ran. Every step burned her injured ankle and the cool night air made her scantily clad form violently shiver.

She could hear his footsteps behind her. The bastard wasn't even running he was that confident.

"Rachel." He sing-songed her name. "The longer this goes on, the worse your punishment will be." He sounded positively gleeful at the prospect.

She reached a fork in the maze and took a second to decide which way to go. She suppressed a shiver as she heard him come closer and closer. She ran left and in a bout five seconds she realised her mistake as she skidded to a halt. Dead end. Crap. The fight left her as she stared at the insurmountable obstacle before her. Her body tensed once more as she heard his footsteps behind her.

"Silly girl." He admonished softly as his fingertips brushed down her spine. She shivered at the contact, waiting for it to turn brutal once more. His strong hands grasped her shoulders and spun her around abruptly. "You are mine Rachel. You will never get away from me." His tone was deadly as he shook her. She whimpered at the increased pressure on her sore ankle.

They both looked down at her rapidly swelling appendage. Now the adrenaline had left her system she doubted she could even walk on it. Before she knew what had happened he had swept her off her feet and was cradling her against his chest. Rachel let out a muffled squeak at the sudden change to her equilibrium and quickly flung her arms around his neck. Her chilled flesh revelled in his body heat and her traitorous body snuggled closer to him as he began to walk back towards the house.

She was so confused; this was the closest she had ever been to a member of the opposite sex that was not related to her and her body was revelling in it. She had not expected to be cradled to his chest like a precious thing. When he had caught her she had expected to be dragged back to his bedroom by her hair. His kindness was almost worse than his cruelty, it left her completely off balance. A small part of her was rejoicing in it, she had always been a tactile creature and being held like this by such a powerful man was almost intoxicating. She found herself longing for him to continue to be nice to her and pushing his past cruelty to the back of her mind.

This was not good, she needed to remember that he was evil and that he wanted to steal her innocence and possess her entirely. She also needed to remember that she did not want that to happen. She couldn't put a finger on it, but with just the small glimpse she had had of him so far she was drawn to him, to his power and his command. She had never met anyone like him before.

Whilst she had been lost in her mind they had reached his chambers once more. So far she had been hit in the face, passed out, ran away and been brought back; not exactly what she thought would happen tonight but she could not suppress a small shudder at the thought of what was to come now. The night was far from over and he had already said he would punish her for trying to escape.

*St Berry*

She really was delicious. Her face was just so damn expressive, every little thought that entered her head was played out for him to see across her features. He could tell she had expected him to lash out when he had caught up with her. Where would be the fun in that? Keeping her so exquisitely confused was his new favourite game. He would definitely punish her for her misdemeanour, she needed to learn that she could not hide any part of herself from him and she definitely could not run from him. He would always be there.

But he wanted to keep her guessing. He wanted her to relish in his kindness until she was hooked on him, addicted to him. Then he would punish her, break her, because he could. Because she was his to do with as he pleased. If that didn't break her he didn't know what would. By the way she was currently gripping his shirt, he figured his plan was going just perfectly at present. He took a second to inhale her feminine scent and enjoy the feeling of her delectable body against his before he placed her gently upon his bed once more.

He admired her form, spread out as she was on his bed sheets. She was windswept, goose-pimpled and shivering from the night air. He frowned as he took in her rapidly swelling ankle. That just wouldn't do, if she was going to be in pain it would be him that caused it. He swiftly turned from the room in a mission to find her some ice and a blanket. He returns with his bounty quickly.

"I imagine that ankle is seriously throbbing now, hmm?" He watches the blush bloom across her face and spread to her chest as she nods and averts her eyes from him.

"I'm going to take a look and see if you've done any serious damage, OK?" She nods again. He sits down beside her prone form, making sure his thigh touches hers. She winces before his fingers even reach her skin. Either it really hurts or she isn't expecting him to be very gentle. He suspects it's probably a bit of both. He strokes his fingers down from her calf across the tender flesh to the arch of her foot in an affectionate caress. He feels her body tense beneath his fingers and along the length of his thigh, pressed to the outside of hers.

He places his other hand on her belly and allows his fingers to stroke soft circles near her hip bone. Her eyes are wide as he looks at her face. "Rachel, relax." He says the words gently but there is a clear command there. Through the hand on her stomach he feels the swell of a deep breath as she forces her body to relax. Good, she is learning quickly. He looks back down at her ankle and continues to gently stroke the rapidly emerging bruise in order to determine if she has broken anything.

He takes her foot in both hands, one gently curled around her ankle and the other cradling the arch of her delicate appendage. He looks into her eyes once more and he sees her pupils slowly dilate and her breathing quicken. She really is a tactile creature. He slowly rotates her ankle and she lets out a hiss of pain.

He let's a smirk lift the corner of his mouth as he infuses his voice with a patronising tone, "That's why they invented stairs, so people didn't have to jump off of second story balconies."

"If I was allowed to use the stairs don't I think I would have tried that?" Her eyes widen once more in fear and her face pales. She looks as if she would quite like to swallow her hasty retort back into her throat. Her foot tenses in his hands once more as if she expects him to yank on the wounded appendage. He waits a beat to enjoy her fear and then laughs.

"And who says you aren't allowed to use the stairs?"

Confusion reigns over her face once more yet she chooses to remain silent.

"This doesn't have to be some awful ordeal Rachel. Yes there are rules and there are consequences when you break them but contrary to your belief I am not some kind of monster. In time you could even be allowed certain freedoms, if you behave yourself that is." He places her foot back down onto the bed and allows his voice to become hard and commanding once more. "Although you have managed to rack up a considerable number of punishments so far so I doubt the next few hours are going to be all that enjoyable for you. And to think I had such a nice evening planned for us before your little outburst"

She flinches again as he places the ice on her ankle, whether from the sudden cold on her foot or the sudden cold in his words he isn't sure. He grasps her shoulders and moves her into a sitting position. He slides in behind her and places his legs on either side of hers as he settles her back against his chest, the tenderness of his current actions belying the steel in his previous words. He places the blanket over them and runs his fingers up and down her sides.

He feels the bulge in his pants grow at so much of her warm skin pressed against his and nestles his erection into her bottom. He knows she feels it as she shivers in his arms and lets out an almost inaudible gasp. She subconsciously moves close to him and he knows he is winning. His hand brushes her hair to one side exposing the delicate curve of her neck to him. She visibly shakes unknowing whether she will receive pleasure or pain. He bends his head and runs soft kisses from her shoulder up her neck. He stops at her ear and sings softly,

"The frightened princess, doesn't know what to do." He runs his tongue over the delicate whorl of her ear and bites lightly at her ear lobe. Her back arches, pushing her ass even more into his erection. They both groan at the sensation.

She is breathing heavily as she forces out, "I though I was being punished?" He licks at her neck once more and it's like he can taste her vulnerability on her skin. It is truly delectable.

"Would you prefer that?" He asks darkly as he bites down on her neck. She shudders around him and her breathing quickens even more. Interesting.

"No?" Her conflicted whisper sounds like a question to his ears. He hopes she knows that he could make her beg to be punished if he chose, he probably will later.

He bites down harder as he says "No what?" around her skin.

She whimpers as she whispers, "No Master." He releases the bite and she slumps dejectedly against him. He laves the bite with his tongue as he whispers back, "Good girl." His fingers push the straps of her bra down her shoulders to hang limply from her arms. "It's no fun when you know what's coming, you will never know whether the next touch you will receive from me will give you pleasure or pain."

He strokes his fingers against the upper swells of her breast, dipping lightly into the inside of her bra to almost graze the spot's she is unconsciously begging him to touch. Abruptly he takes his fingers from her chest to grip her chin and pull it around so she is looking at him. She attempts to pull away from the intensity in his gaze, he grips her chin tighter, pressing into flesh that is already sore from his earlier back-hand.

"Soon you won't care whether I cause you pain or pleasure; you will just want me to touch you." His eyes bore into hers, instilling the truth of his words into her soul.

So here's Chapter 2! Apparently in this little universe I've created they have both sex slaves and Jekyl and Hyde the Musical! (That's where the song lyrics come from, if anyone is wondering Dangerous Game is pretty much the theme song to this fic)

As usual let me know what you think, good, bad or indifferent. I really struggled to write this, hence the inordinate amount of time it took me to update, so I really want to know if people liked it. I especially struggled with the ending to this chapter so let me know if it felt a bit rushed.

There should be one more chapter but it's turning out to be a bit of a beast so it might end up being two chapters so I can update sooner.