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Thank you for all the reviews, favourites and follows I've had since posting my first chapter on Tuesday 24th – even though I'm pretty sure I posted it on Wednesday but there's a time difference between England and the website.

The sun warming the skin on back woke me up, I was blissfully aware of the toned body next to mine. I get out of bed and put on some underwear. I then get back into bed, trying not to disturb the bruises that littered my skin, and snuggle into his side. My head is lying on his outstretched arm and my face is pressed against his neck, his arm is enveloping me to his body. It is in this position that I fall back to sleep.

The doctor had just visited the woman in the cell next to us; she became sickly after having her daughter a few years before we arrived. Her daughter Talia is seven now; she was five when we arrived at aged twelve. While she was growing up we had been told the stories about how her father was a mercenary, how he became infatuated with a warlords daughter. We were told of how they secretly got married, but the warlord found out, exiled the mercenary and banished the daughter down into this pit. We had worked out who the women was, who couldn't after the way she spoke the story, she spoke with such sadness, such pain. She is the only one who could be the warlord's daughter.

The doctor had visited again; it was a regular occurrence so we paid it no mind. But when night fell we heard the clanging and the screaming from Talia's cell, it was then we realised the grave mistake the doctor had made, he'd forgot to lock the door. I bolted to our cell door and unlocked it, I saw them dragging the woman away "leave her be, she is sick leave her be!" I shout at the men In their native tongue* but they wouldn't listen and continued to drag her away "Protect her, Protect Talia!" the woman shouted before she was dragged around the corner. I turn and run into Talia's cell, I saw her huddled in the corner, crying. "Oh sugar**…Come here darling" I say to her. Talia runs over and sobs into my stomach "Me and Bane will look after you from now on ok?" I say in an attempt to soothe her. She nods and I hug her closer to me. We both try to ignore the screams that were echoing around the prison…

Bane's holding me close to his chest when I wake. He's holding me too tight; I can feel him pressing on my bruises. "You're hurting me" I tell him. He just squeezes harder "Bane you're hurting me!" I manage to twist around and then I see that he is still asleep. He's having a nightmare. I try to wiggle away from him; I know that he gets violent in his nightmares. As I wiggle away, he begins to thrash around, I try to move quicker but it think that it aggravates him more because he grabs me by the arms and suddenly throws me off the bed, I try to break my fall by putting my hands out, I land on my arm with a sickening crack. I scream, a bloodcurdling scream that brings most of the goons into our room, it also wakes Bane. Barsad come running in, the only goon we have allowed to come into our room, and kneels beside me "what's wrong?" he asks but fades at the end when he sees my arm is at a weird angle. He looks over to Bane for guidance; we obviously can't go to the hospital. Bane just stands up, showing everyone what he looks like under his clothes. Most goons have either left or are looking away, hoping not to annoy the muscular male. Bane pulls on underwear, a pair of trousers and his boots then stalks from the room "going for doctor" he mutters as he leaves the room. "Right then" Barsad says, "Let's get you back up" he helps me to stand up and move backwards to sit on the bed "you always seem to be around when I get hurt, he doesn't abuse me you know." I say to Barsad trying to distract myself from the pain. "I know he doesn't he adores you, he really does he always talks about you" A few minutes later we hear footsteps coming down the hall, the doctor then appears at the door. "Raine then I take it?" the doctor asks. I nod in conformation "I'm Dr Jones, Bane sent for me" she walks over, "so what's the damage?" "Her arm" Barsad answers for me. "Hmm we'll have to get that wrapped in plaster. She goes and gets her medical 'stuff'*** and after a couple of hours my arm is set in a green plaster and is dry.

That was three days ago, three days Bane has been ignoring me. For the three days there have been the sounds of screams echoing through the apartment, all coming from Banes office. A few minutes after the screams stop, two goons go in and remove a body, mostly unrecognisable. I notice the silence as I walk into the kitchen to get something to eat. I spot something on the side, moving closer I notice it is Bane's mask. Panic washes over me, I look around frantically. I then hear noise from the connecting dining room. I walk in and see Bane sitting there trying, unsuccessfully, to eat some food. "Oh Bambi…" I say as I move in behind him. He looks at me then continues to spoon the soup into his mouth. "Why are you avoiding me?" I demand, he just carries on eating. "Why have you been avoiding me?" I demand again. By this point I'm pissed off. I grab his arm and turn him towards me "TELL ME!" I demand "Because I hurt you alright!" he tells me, his velvet voice washes over me, "I hurt you and you won't ever forgive me" He sounds so broken "Bambi, I forgave you as soon as you got the doctor," I point out the him "besides I'm tougher than that" I say smirking at him. His only response is to kiss me. He gives me a proper kiss that makes my heart melt. His lips are just as smooth as the day he donned the mask, and his voice is still the same velvet. We kiss for a few moments; it was soft, gentle but passionate at the same time.

Suddenly he groans, I pull away "Bane?" I ask. He groans again, I can see the pain in his eyes "Mask?" he nods In reply. I run to the kitchen and grab it off the side. Running back I hold it too his face for him to place his chin in. He presses it to his face as I go behind him and turn the lever that tightens the mask, there is a click, a long hiss and coughing from Bane as the gas gets pumped into his body again. "I know you have to eat but why didn't you ask for help with removing your mask, if you didn't want to ask me why not Barsad?" "Because without my mask I look like a freak show, and I'm weak without it" "two thing bambi…One – you're the most handsome man I know, and I've known a lot of men, Two – you're not weak, with or without the mask you will still be able to achieve anything, you can still snap peoples necks." I tell him to reassure him. He chuckles at the last bit and brings me between his thighs so he can hug me. We stay like this for a few minute, then my stomach grumbles "sorry about that" I say sheepishly "I'll make you a sandwich. Cheese, ham and tomato right?" I smile "you know me so well".

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*I'm guessing that they speak Arabic.

** A turn of endearment. I call everyone this for some reason.

*** I'm not a doctor, nor have I ever broken my arm, so stuff is as good as it's going to get on the medical front.