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I am sorry for the late update, I had some stuff to take care of, but anyway this is the last chapter that I have ready, I'm hoping to have the next chapter written by next week!
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Waking up in a daze I smiled as the smell of something delicious being cooked hit me, rolling over I let out a small groan as joints popped into place as I sat up and looked around, confusion clear on my face, I was in a room, with metal covering the walls, and plastic was hanging around the large bed I was on.
"Is there anything more heavenly than waking to the smell of croque-monsieur?"
My head snapped over towards the voice to see Oliver before me in a white wife beater.
"I bet this is what your mother made you after school on a rainy day."
Keeping myself calm I smiled at him.
"She did, thank you, some real food sounds delicious."
He gave me a strange look as I continued to smile at him; he turned and focused back on plating the food before bringing it over to me and placing it on the bed before he took a seat across from me.
"Croque-monsieur and tomato soup."
Picking up the food I wasn't about to hide the fact that I was starving.
"The perfect mommy snack."
Closing my eyes I savored the taste before looking at my friend, slowly becoming aware of the weight on my left ankle, no doubt I was chained to the bed.
"Only I didn't have a mother to make this for me. Well, of course, I had a mother, but I never knew her."
I smiled softly at him and placed my hand over his.
"I'm sorry Oliver. You weren't given love, like every child should."
He shook his head, I had known his story in high school, everyone did, he was the only one in our school that didn't have parents.
"Do you know how I figured out you are Bloody Face?"
He tilted his head.
"Someone like Kit Walker wouldn't have the skills necessary to skin anything, his hands are to rough from a job working on cars, he doesn't have the patients to stalk prey. But you, your hands are smooth, barely calloused, you have all the patients in the world."
He nodded in understanding before continuing his story while I started on the tomato soup.
"Cassandra, I've always been self-aware. I knew I was different from the other kids. I was smarter. But I was also more afflicted. It's what led me to study psychiatry…to better understand my disorder. It wasn't until medical school. That I had my first breakthrough, though."
Finishing my tomato soup I placed the bowl down and pulled my knees to my chest, the chains clanking together as I moved, watching him intently as he explained his experience about being teased in medical school, about the woman on the slab in his anatomy class.
"It was then that I knew what I was missing, a mother's touch. Skin-to-skin contact."
Reaching forward I gently grabbed his hand like I had so many times. He smiled at me.
"It's what I was craving. It's what I was missing my whole life. Oh, but she smelled of formaldehyde. And her skin, even after I removed it, was cold and stiff. Have you ever read or heard about the Harlow studies?"
I shook my head, knowing that this man in front of me was not a monster, just like I wasn't a monster.
"Baby rhesus monkeys were separated from their mothers after birth, and they were given two substitute mothers: A wire mesh one with milk and the other covered in terrycloth. Every monkey preferred the terrycloth-covered mother, even if it didn't have milk."
I nodded in understanding.
"Because of the skin."
He nodded, a smile starting to appear on his face.
"Even monkeys know the difference. I tried, I really tried. But that cadaver did nothing to quiet my craving. I needed someone…a little more lively."
He started talking about the librarian, his first kill.
"Warm living skin."
I felt one tear slip, not because I was terrified, no, I was crying for Oliver, for growing up without knowing love.
"No, no, no, no, no. It's okay."
He gently wiped the tear away and I leaned into his touch.
"It's okay, because now that you're here, all of that work is behind me."
I smiled at him, my mind focusing on that one sentence, if he could change maybe he could help me do something productive with my life.

I looked around in boredom. Oliver left me alone about an hour ago, I knew he didn't trust me fully, I was still chained up in the basement. Moving my ankle I watched the heavy chain move. At the sound of heavy footsteps I glanced up and watched as Oliver appeared throwing a mini tantrum.
"He's unbelievable. He has the nerve to call me a liar, when he's the one spouting fantasies about little green men!"
I blinked in surprise.
"Kit called you?"
He turned and gave me a predatory look that I didn't back down from.
"What did he say?"
"He called me a liar."
I shook my head.
"You're not a liar Oliver. Come here."
He stalked over to me, bending down so he was eye level with me. Reaching up I hugged him, feeling him stiffen before slowly sitting on the bed and hugging me back.
"You are not a liar, you are not a monster, you are my friend Oliver. You have been my friend since we were teenagers."
I felt his arms tighten around me, sighing I turned and kissed his neck, he moaned at the contact before pulling back and looking down at me. I smiled at him before carefully kissing him on the lips, he didn't respond at first, then he started kissing me back, a simple kiss turned into one of want and passion, teeth clashed, tongues battled. I gasped when I felt Oliver's hands wondering. Pulling back I smiled at him, we were both panting, his eyes clouded in lust. Kissing his cheek, I grabbed his hand and placed it on the ribbon that was holding my nightgown closed. His clouded eyes turned hungry as his hands easily worked the bow loose and eased the material down before kissing and biting at the exposed skin. Moving my legs, we both stopped at the sound of the chains. Oliver reached down and touched the metal covering my ankle.
"I'm so sorry Cassandra."
I smiled lightly at him as he crawled off the bed and over to his work station against the wall, searching through a drawer he turned and held up a key before walking back over to the bed and grabbing my ankle, unlocking the thick metal clasp. I sighed softly as the weight was gone. I moved my leg in an attempt to rub the sore skin only for Oliver to grab it and start rubbing the skin with expert hands. Laying back I watched him as he worked the skin before kissing it and slowly making his way up, arching my back and letting out little whimpers as he kissed, licked, and bit the skin. Grabbing his face I pulled him up, kissing him again.
"Not down here Oliver, please?"
He nodded and stood up before carrying me upstairs and into a different room, I could assume was his.

I'm only stopping here because I know I suck at writing smut, so let your imaginations wonder on this one.
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