A/N: Still sad. The end is near.

Courtney's POV

The rate at which I was falling was alarming. At one moment, I just thought he was crazy. The next second, he was remotely attractive. And now? Now I was at his every beckon and call. I would sit on the bed like dog waiting for his master to return home. I was happy when he yelled at me. I reveled in it. Just hearing his voice lit a fire inside of me, but a good one. I wasn't angry.

I was in love.

Could I tell him that? No, I couldn't. Sometimes, psychopaths are unable to love, and Jeff fit the bill of a psychopath quite well. And even if I did tell him, I would probably end up dead. He might kill me for feeling like that. It could go against his master plan. I'd rather be alive and here with him without him knowing how I feel instead of six feet under with him standing over me, laughing.

But it was his next request that made me fear him to the death. And I was pretty sure that one of the three of us would end up dead.

Yes. Three of us.

Jeff's POV

I'm feeling…a bit vengeful today. It's intoxicating.

But I can't take this out on Courtney. What kind of king would I look like if I just killed off my queen? I can't have that. And she's rather pretty. That's a bonus.

"Courtney, could you do me a favor?" I asked as I entered the room. She was lying on the bed, but at the sound of my voice, she sat straight up. It was almost as if she had been shocked by an electric current. Good girl. I've trained her well.

"Anything," she sighed, giving me a look that I was not used to receiving. I was more used to disgust, anger, or mere hatred. But this…

This was a look of love.

It took me aback a little bit. No one has ever looked at me like that, save for an occasional thirteen year old in the crowd when I was still in the WWE. How do I respond to something so foreign to me?

"I…um…er…"

Nothing has ever caused me to stammer like that. I was always ready with a response, no matter how random or explosive it was. This left me speechless. It killed the enigma.

"Jeff, are you alright?" she asked, and she actually looked like she cared. She was being real, which was something that I did not encounter often in the wrestling biz.

"Let me get back to you," I muttered softly, swiftly exiting the room. She broke me with only one word. How could I let myself fall victim to a sweet young lady whom I've been trying to corrupt?

This plan has backfired.

I need to become myself again. I think there's a chef in the kitchen that's still alive.

November 30th, 2008

I know he'll find this, but I don't even care. I need to get this out, even if it is only on a small scrap of paper from what used to be my journal. Even though he's destroyed every part of who I used to be, it has made me love him even more. I think it's the air. I'm breathing in his aura and I couldn't be happier about it.

But this request is a bit…off the charts, even for Jeff.

He gave me a number and the security code to hack into the surveillance room. There's a phone in there.

I could call for my escape if I wanted to. But he'd kill me before I could hang up the phone.

He wanted me to call the one person who had hurt him the most in his life.

He wanted me to call his brother, Matt, and bring him here.

Needless to say, I think that Matt should fear for his life.