Chapter19

Chris had been in bed, along with Sin of course. It was at least 1 AM, but he just couldn't fall asleep. It was already about a day or two after Sin had been released from the hospital. He had been naked, but nothing would happen between the two of them. The both of them had been in grief and sorrow since the say she was kidnapped, because they would no longer be expecting a baby. He had his arms wrapped around her, trying to comfort her as best as he could, but that was hard enough when he could hardly hold himself back from letting the tears roll down his face and soaking the bed.

Sin stared at the foot of the bed. Everything blurred by the tears that had stained her eyes for the past few days. She knew this was her life. Nothing good could happen, without it crashing down. She was so worried they would attack again. Chris didn't deserve this life. She continued to contemplate, the things that wouldn't leave her mind for days. Should she just leave and never look back. Let him be safe from the horror. Though, she knew eventually they'd get her again, she might as well turn herself in
so that she could bargain Chris' safety. Biting deep into her lip, she stopped herself from crying once more. The urge plagued her 24 hours a day. She gave in most of the time but not now, while she was in his arms. She needed to be as ok as she could be. So that he wouldn't break down. He'd given her everything. Now she had to leave him, to keep him safe. It would kill her forever, but she didn't deserve him any how. She laid there, silent. Now just thinking of an escape.

There's no way that Chris would let her go when he was concious. He'd have to be asleep, or she would have to knock him out. He closed his eyes in an attempt to fall sleep, with his arms wrapped around her, Amazingly, after a few minutes, he was out..

Once he was asleep, she got up ever so gently trying not to wake him. Getting dressed quickly she grabbed her collar from the closet. She would need this again. Sighing, she stood at his side, kissing his forhead gently,followed by his lips as softly as she could. As she slowly pulled away her lips trembled,quivering.Tears now streaming from her eyes, she walked into the living room. Writing a long letter she laid it upon the kitchen counter before leaving. The letter read. "Dear Chris, I love you with all
of my heart. You're the most amazing person i've ever had the privilege of knowing, let alone giving my heart to. I'm sorry, i must do this. You deserve so much more than me. I'm pathetic and only cause you trouble in life. I lost our child, and i know you'll never think of me the same. I'm sorry that this is happening, but you'll understand in due time. When you're happy in life, without this drama. This is too long already, i have to go before you awake, so i love you chris. I'm sorry."

At about 3 AM, Chris awoke, and realized that she wasn't in bed. Little did he know, she was long gone. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, and he walked out of the room and checked around likely spots, bathroom, other bedrooms, nothing. She was nowhere to be found. "Sin?! Where are you?" Finally he realized that there was a note on the table, but he couldn't read it in the dark and he turned on the lights and looked at the note. As he read it, his eyes widened, and even more tears started to flow down his cheeks and onto the floor. He dropped the notebook that the note was written on on the floor and just took a few steps backwards. "No... No.. this can't be happening...This... can't... be... happening." He dropped to his knees and tilted his head backwards, his mouth opening up and a scream of rage and sorrow echoing out through an open window and out into the dark night. With that... Chris fell to the side, finally breaking down and weeping loudly... He stayed in that same spot for the rest of the night...

Sinister walked slowly through the streets. The night was like a blanket over the sky. She had no where to go. Everything was still new to her.Her eyes, sticky dry with tears. It was too late for people to be up, and the city wasn't that big. The lights, were no where in sight. She was captured by pure darkness. Suddenly, the echoing of her footsteps behind her grew louder. This is when she realized, she wasn't alone. Following her was a man. A horrible man she had come across before, the apprentice as it were. She began to run, her feet thumped upon the ground. He ran after her, tackeling her to the ground, her face smashed into the concrete, she cried out. Suddenly, something shot into her back. A needle, she became uncomfortably relaxed. She stopped fighting back. Everything grew black. She was gone.

The next morning, Chris had been laying in his bed, his eyes open staring at the open space in his bed. Why... Why would she leave... He was fully clothed. And he just layed there. After a few minutes, it he heard bangs at the door, followed by a bunch of rings at the doorbell. Chris just yelled out. "Go away!!" More bangs. "I said go the hell away!" More bangs. "God damnit! I said go the fuck away!" He then heard a voice. "Chris!! I found Sin!!" Chris's eyes widened, and he jumped out of his bed and sprinted to the door, barely stopping and turning the knob and opening it. "Where is she?!" Mike stood there, holding out a newspaper. Chris snatched the newspaper and looked at the image, It was Max. He knew who it was, he took him down at Palanca's house. He looked at another Image and saw a picture of a cage with a woman inside of it. It was Sin. He skimmed the article and saw that it was a tournament, starting that Saturday. It was Wednesday. "Mike... I need your help." "I'm here for you Chris.. But you need to start training now.." "Let's do it.then." Chris hurried into his room to change into his workout clothes to start training.

Sinister awoke to find herself back in the iron bars of a cage. Hung high above yet another area she sighed. It was back to life, as usual. She should have never believed she could live a normal life. She didn't deserve it, she was no better than a slave and she never would be. She looked to the chain that was connected to the collar on her neck and it all hit really hard. This was life from here on out, she hadn't missed it. She was too tired to cry, she didn't have the energy. Looking around, she saw tall guys in black sitting at tables giving the participants numbers. She recognized a few of the men signing up, many were previous owners. Had they known she would be a prize? Whatever was going on, she didn't like it. She wished with everything, she could be back in Chris' arms. She loved him ever so much. Yet inevitably, she knew she had made the right decision. She caused him too much drama. Drama, Chris didn't need and certainly didn't deserve. Though, she knew without him, she'd never be the same again.

Pounding, clanking, heavy breathing, sweat pouring from the body and face dripping down onto the floor and clothing. All of these are the components to Chris's boxing training. He had been punching at the punching bag that was now bolted and chained properly. Mike had yelled out "Time!" Chris stopped punching but still breathed heavily. He then looked over at Mike. Mike spoke again. "That's enough for today. Chris." "No!" Chris shouted in protest. "I have to be strong enough to take on every single one of those bastards! You know as well as I do that if any of them get ahold of her, then I lose the love of my life and she could possibly lose her life!" Mike yelled back. "I'm well aware of that Chris! But if you keep going the way you are now you won't have any strength left in any of your body to last you through the first fight. You probably won't even have the energy for the blood to circulate to get a boner if you needed it!" Chris just stood there. "You need to rest Chris," Mike continued. "If you don't then you will lose her forever." Chris finally sighed heavily. "You're right Mike... I think I'm goiong to get a shower then try to get some sleep. I want you to stay here tonight." Mike nodded. "I planned on it." Chris then moved out of his training room and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He stripped himself down and turned the water on, then stepped in and stood there as the warm water beaded down on his skin and face. He stood there, his arm stretched out forward and his hand planted against the wall. He was hunched over a bit, and he looked down. His eyes started to redden, and among the water running down his face, there were tears also flowing...