Ariadne sent Jules to talk to Monsieur. She said that she was no longer interested in set construction, or his theater for that matter. In her situation, he understood. In fact, Jean got cut from the play even though it put the production in more jeopardy.

For three weeks, she anticipated the day that Jean could no longer see her. It felt like she was in a dream, like she was waiting three years. Ariadne wouldn't leave Miles's house except for when she had to go to school. She always had an escort, usually Jules.

Her nose was relocated with some minor surgery and the black eye faded away. It made her a little less afraid to show her face in public. A lot of people praised her for her bravery and encouraged her to stay strong. She received a lot of flowers and gifts.

Miles announced in class the final project and Ariadne was already starting on it. The assignment was to build a whole city with houses, churches, restaurants and everything else. She was sketching up a church when a figure appeared.

"Impressive as always." She spun around in her chair in surprise.

"Oh God Arthur!" she gasped, clutching her heart.

"I didn't mean to frighten you." He apologized.

"How did you find me?" He didn't have to answer her. She felt foolish asking him that. "Why are you here?"

"I came to see you." He said, pulling up a chair. "Cobb told me about your boyfriend incident."

"Why?" Ariadne complained. "I told him not too!"

"He cares about you." Arthur reminded her.

"So did you come here to be my bodyguard?" she asked, a little appalled at the idea.

"No." His answer surprised her. "I came here to see you."

Ariadne stood up and walked across the room, shaking her head. "I don't understand." She looked out the window to view the Eiffel Tower, sparking in the night.

"I tried not to come but I couldn't stop myself."

"Why though? If your not here to protect me or offer me another job, then…"

"You need someone to talk too." He said.

"Have you been abused by a partner before?"

"No."

"Then you don't know what it's like." Her voice started to shake. "Mal taunted me into doing this. She asked me if I knew what it was like to be a lover. To be half a whole." She swallowed. "I wanted to answer her so bad, I didn't even think twice before saying yes to Jean."

"You shouldn't let her get to you." Said Arthur strictly.

"You can't stop yourself from thinking!" she snapped. "And everything started out like a fairy tale but then he started to treat me like a doll! And to think this could lead to the end of my life…"

Arthur placed a warm hand on her shoulder. "He is the past. You have so much to look forward to and he doesn't have to be in the way. College will be over soon and you'll be out designing real buildings."

"It's humiliating..." Tears squeezed out of her eyes.

"No one's laughing at you." He said.

"I wouldn't be surprised if she was." Said Ariadne coldly.

"Don't bother with her." Said Arthur coming around to face her. Ariadne turned her head away causing him to tip her chin up. "Look at me. Your ok."

His brown eyes beamed into hers for the longest time. Her heart was whirling in her chest. Ariadne saw this in all of the movies and braced herself. His eyes were saying, "Quick. Give me a kiss."

Ariadne found her hands on his chest as he pulled her hair back. Arthur's lips journeyed over to hers and as sparks would fly, the doorbell dinged.

"I'm sorry." She pulled away. "I really need to work." Ariadne sat back down at her desk. The doorbell continued to go off.

She ignored it and continued working. It felt like she was a child again, not allowed to open doors to strangers. Even with her head turned away, the doorbell kept going off.

Ariadne sighed and stood up. "Who is it?" she asked leaning on the door.

"It's Miles. I forgot my house keys."

Ariadne opened the door but didn't see Miles. The person outside shoved her to the ground and slammed the door. Immediately, she tried to get up to run. The man grabbed her ankles and she fell to the floor again.

"Get off me!" she screamed. "Let me go!"

The man used his knees to hold her legs down and pinned her wrists to the carpet. Ariadne squirmed, enraged at herself for falling for Jean's trick.

"Arthur please!" she begged now in sobs. Her Adam's apple tried to break out of her neck. "Arthur!"

"Who's Arthur?" Jean asked demanding an answer. "Well?"

Ariadne turned to head towards the last place she saw him but he was nowhere.

"It appears my prize need's to be punished." He purred. Jean forced her to stand up and locked an arm securely around her. Ariadne struggled, fought and screamed to get him off her. "If you don't shut up, I'll kill you right on the spot!" A switchblade was held against her throat. "Now don't make a sound."

He pulled her outside and pushed her into the back seat of his car.

"Please don't do this!" Ariadne begged. "I swear I won't tell!"

From the passenger seat, Jean took out a duffle bag and zipped it open. When Ariadne tried to sit up, he slammed her back down pulling her arms behind her back. Jean took out a role of ductape and constricted it around her wrists. Ariadne's bones grinded against one another.

"Please stop, that hurts!"

"Shut up you bitch!" Jean hit her in the back of the head. "Your mine now. Therefore, you have no permission to speak unless I say so!" He moved over to her ankles and started to fuse them together. "And once we get to our house, you're going to tell me who this Arthur son-of-a-bitch is!" Jean put more tape around her shins, knees and thighs then forced her to sit up by yanking her hair. The rest of the tape coiled around her chest, joining her forearms to her torso and bulging her breasts out.

"Now, I'm gonna let you pick your gag." He said. "I've got tape and rags. Which do you prefer?"

Maybe if she stayed quiet he wouldn't bother with a gag. He sighed.

"Rags it is then."

Jean took out a dirty rag. "Open your mouth."

Ariadne looked away from him, shaking her head. She felt like a silver snake had caught her and was trying to suffocate her. Impatiently, Jean plugged her nose. As his ex opened her mouth to breathe, he stuffed her mouth with the rag and took another to cleave gag her.

"There, your all mine now bitch." He sneered. "And you owe me lots of time."

Ariadne shook her head rapidly as Jean made her lay on her back. The gag muffled her pleas for mercy as he reached for the button of her jeans. He started to unzip his pants.

Ariadne screamed bloody murder, shooting up from her bed. Looking around, she was alone in the dark. The clock was marked at three in the morning. She heard footsteps pounding toward the door. Miles shot in like a policeman.

"What is it?" he asked. "What happened?" Ariadne shook her head with humiliation. "You're getting those nightmares now." She nodded, holding back tears.

"Why can't they just lock him up?" she asked, sobbing between her words. "Why do I have to be so scared?"

Miles sat beside her and brought her into his arms. "It was a terrible nightmare. I promise you it will never happen in reality. Tomorrow, the judge will confirm the restraining order and you will be safe again." For several minutes, he let her cry.

"But what if it doesn't work?"

Miles got up and ventured to his room. He came back with a wristwatch.

"This was given to me by Arthur, in case of an emergency." He explained. "You need it more than me."

"What does it do?" she asked while putting it on.

"In a time of need, push the green button on the left side. Arthur will be contacted and he will reach you. He'll ask what the problem is and he'll be able to find you."

"Oh…" She let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you. But hopefully I won't use it."