"I'm going to give you the rules and I'll only tell you them once. You break any of these rules and you'll be punished." Jean pulled Ariadne into the big kitchen by the arm.

"What do you mean by, 'punish'?"

"I'll beat the shit out of you with a belt. Now sit." Jean pushed her onto a kitchen chair by the shoulder and unbuckled his belt.

"What are you doing?" she asked insecurely, slowly rising from the seat.

"I'm not going to rape you." He pushed her back down and walked behind her. The belt snaked over her waist and buckled in the back of the chair so she couldn't stand up.

"Is all of this really necessary?" Ariadne asked, tugging at the belt.

"You're a prisoner, so yes." Jean pulled the chair in. "Now the house rules; you are to eat only when I say so, you cannot leave your room unless your with me, and you cannot leave the house."

"Is that it?" she asked. "Three rules?"

"You cannot contact anyone." He added. "From now on, I'm your only friend. I will make more rules if I find them necessary. So what do you want to eat?"

"I'm not hungry." She said sternly.

"Did you not listen to me?" Jean snapped. "The first rule!"

"I know. But I'm not hungry now."

Jean sighed and dropped his head. "You need to eat."

"I had a big breakfast before court." She said. "I'm not in the mood for anything."

"You're going to eat!" He spat. "It's dinner time you know."

"I'd rather go to bed without dinner."

Jean rolled his eyes and opened the refrigerator. "Frozen TV dinner it is then."

"Did you not hear me?" Ariadne asked in frustration. "I don't want anything."

"That's too fucking bad!" Jean roared. "Now your going to fucking eat your dinner and afterwards go right to bed!"

Ariadne blinked in shock. For someone with a baby-face, Jean could really get angry. She stayed silent as the food rotated in the microwave. When it was done, Jean put the beef tips on a plate and placed it down in front of her.

"Now, if I don't see you eating, I'll have no choice but to shove this down your throat. You need your strength."

Ariadne sighed and took the fork. Quickly she started eating, thinking the steak tips weren't bad for a TV dinner. Jean gave her a can of Diet Pepsi to gulp down when she finished.

"To your bedroom. Now." He undid the belt holding her waist and pulled her into her bedroom. "There are pajamas in the drawer over there for you and everything you need to freshen up with is in the bathroom."

She didn't respond to him as he left her alone, locking the door. Looking through the drawer, Ariadne only found a white nightdress with a lace cover-up. She slammed the drawer and figured she'd sleep in the jeans and shirt she had on.

As she sat on the bed, she remembered that she had to somehow find and retrieve the watch. With the door locked and Jean near by, this would be harder than expected.

Maybe he left the sack downstairs? No, he would have definitely taken it to his room. But where was that? Ariadne walked into the bathroom to see if she could find any hints. There was no vent tunnel or windows in the room. Then she remembered something.

In architecture class when Miles covered the chapter on doors, he not only taught his class the basics; he showed them how to pick a lock. All she needed was a bobby pin.

Ariadne rummaged through the cabinets, pushing aside bottles of nail polish and perfume. A small box was hidden behind the hair dryer.

So far, she was on a roll. Now she had to make sure Jean was asleep. This would probably take hours. Looking around the room for a loose tile, she heard Jeans footsteps echo downstairs.

Ariadne paced around the room, fiddling with the bobby pin. When she heard the TV downstairs, she assumed that was her cue. She worked at the lock with the bobby pin in hopes of being able to unlock the door.

Luckily, the door latched open. Ariadne peaked her head out and slowly crawled away, closing the door gently. She saw Jean downstairs sitting on the couch and watching TV with a beer.

She tiptoed to the room at the end of the hall and snuck in. At this point, Ariadne felt like a ninja. Her heart pounded at the thought of two possible outcomes. Ariadne's breathing quickened.

The lights in Jeans room flipped on. The numbers of stage posters were enough to distract anyone. But the sack on the bed was like a giant ruby at the end of a tomb. Immediately she went over and pulled the watch out.

Now to get out. At this moment, Ariadne suspected something bad to happen, like Jean coming in or an alarm of some sort going off. Looking out the door, everything was crystal clear. She turned the lights off and quietly proceeded to her room.

Sighing with relief, she fell into the bed. Pressing the green button, she grew relieved. But then she remembered that Arthur would be responding to her call. Her hands started to shake.

"Miles, what's the emergency?" His voice hit her like lighting. This wasn't the illusion she was used to arguing with or a projection.

"This is Ariadne." She said, her voice shaking. "I need help."

"What happened Ariadne?" Arthur asked.

"I know you'll find this silly and I do too… but I've been kidnapped."

"There's nothing silly about that." Arthur replied with seriousness in his tone.

"Kidnapped by my ex."

Arthur paused. "Your ex kidnapped you?"

"Yes. Look it's a long story but I need someone to find me. I can't get out."

"I'm on my way." He said. "I can track your location if you keep the watch with you at all times."

"I'll do that." She said sighing with relief. "And please hurry."

"I'll be there before you know it." He said. "Stay strong Ariadne."

The light on the screen went out indicating that he disconnected the line.

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