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It had been 5 days since her captor had stolen her innocence.

5 days full of chills, loneliness, and the occasional tray of soup.

She'd lost quite a bit of weight. Her ribs were more visible than they had been. Her arms and legs were thinner.

He hadn't visited her since that day, and she hated to admit, but she missed him.

Ever since that day, she cried herself to sleep. Even now, as she sat lonely in the corner of her cell, tears still fell. How could she have given in that easily? She hardly even put up a fight.

She curled up into a ball, feeling stupid and weak. He had forced her.. And when it was over, she had liked it. She was a slut, like he said.

And where was Abel? Was he ok? Was he hurt?

She felt as though, by giving in so easily, she had let him down.

Her mood fell further into depression. He probably forgot about her. He didn't need her, after all. He more than likely found another girl to pass the days, probably much more beautiful than she could ever be. It's not like she was anything important. She could be replaced. He'd eventually forget about her completely. They say there's nothing time can't erase after all. She might as well stop kidding herself.

But surely someone still cared..? Leon, Sister Kate, Tres, even? Would anybody ever try to find her?

The possibility that she'd be here until the end of her days was a little more than she could bear.

Desperately, she wished her captor would at least come talk to her. The lack of socialization was maddening.

That brought up another question. Who was he? Where was he from? There was so little she knew about this man. She wished he would at least give her his name, so she wouldn't have to keep refering to him as 'her kidnapper'.

Another question popped in her head. Did she really hate him? Really? Something in her told her... no. Something about that man made her feel.. strange. Not the same strange feeling she felt for Abel, but something like it. She hated that he could sway her feelings so easily. She hated how he could control her. She hated everything about him. And yet, she didn't.

What did she feel then?

"Yes, pretty. What do you feel?"

His voice made her nearly jump out of her skin. He leaned on the door way, arms folded, watching her. How long had he been standing there?

And how did he know what she was thinking?

"Get out of my head!" She snarled, her hands clapping over her ears.

"Aww, is that any way to talk to your Master?" His laugh echoed through her mind, pounding the inside of her skull. He sauntered over to the corner she was curled up in and sat on his haunches next to her. "I missed you." She heard him whisper lovingly into her ear. "I'm sorry I was away so long."

That warmth he once supplied her with returned. "Did you miss me, my sweet?" Biting her lip, she slowly nodded. "I did.. a bit.." Again he laughed. "That's what I thought." He pulled her into his arms, gently stroking her back. Afraid and unsure, she stiffened up. She was afraid to relax, for fear he would take her again, but was also afraid of not relaxing, for fear he would take away the warmth and leave her again. That fear trumped the first, and she slowly relaxed into his arms.

"You never answered my question." He said, resting his chin ontop of her head. She could feel his grin. "How does my pet feel about me?"

Her brows knit together. "I.. I hate you.." Her voice was weak and shaky, "Or at least I should.." She felt his grin widen. "Ah. So you might not hate the man who so violently ripped you from your perfect life with that silver haired priest? You don't hate him for locking you up? No?" When he said it like that, she felt horrible for almost liking him. Why did she fell this way? It didn't even make sense!

He sensed her rage. "Ah ah ah, no. No anger is allowed. Only sorrow and pain." A wave of calm rushed through her, relaxing her to the very bone.

They sat there for a while. She despised every minute of it, and yet didn't. Her mind was at war with itself. Finally, she asked. "Do you have a name?"

He craned his head to look at her as she stared up curiously. "Hmm. Well, I'm feeling particularly good tonight, and your face is irresistable, so I think I'll tell you." He tweaked her nose. "It's Julian."

She was quiet for a time, taking in the silence before she spoke again. "That's a pretty name.."

His throat rumbled as a chuckle escaped his lips. "Thank you, precious."

Suddenly, he jerked her chin up to look him straight in the blazingly violet eyes. She could feel him penetrating her mind, going through her memories. The feeling of his eyes burning through her past felt as if her mind was being set on fire. But she couldn't pull away. She was hypnotized by the lavender orbs, drowning in their intensity. Her will wasn't strong enough to look away. "Please.. It hurts.. Stop!"

But he kept on going, searching every memory she had since she was a child. Finally, after mustering up all her strength and will, she dug her nails into the skin between his fingers. He gasped, startled, and broke the spell he held on her, jumping out of her mind and back into the present. The small puncture she had made hardly bled, but it was enough to snap him back to reality.

He glared at her. "Well, aren't you the little bitch!" He stood, his mood swinging violently, grabbing her by a fistful of hair and yanking her up with him. Mercilessly, he slammed her head into the wall. White hot pain burned from where her head made impact with the stones. He leaned on her, pressing her against the cold. "You never, ever try to harm your Master, understand?" The temperature of the room fell far below zero in a matter of seconds. She shivered violently against him.

"I said do you understand?" With each syllable, he banged her head against the wall.

"Yes!" Her voice was cracked. The whole world was spinning. "Say it again!" He hit her to the wall again. Much more and she would pass out.

"Yes, Master!" She cried. The pain threatened to overthrow her control of her conciousness. He threw her against the wall opposite them. She screamed in agony as she hit the wall face first and hard. The crack of bones dignifyed her now broken nose.

"I'm sorry." Her weak voice said. "I .. I never meant to.. make you so angry." Blood trickled down her pale face despite her weak attempts to stop it with her hand.

Julian went to her and forced her to stand. Harshly, he snapped the bones back in the right place, so it wouldn't heal crooked. Tears and blood mingled on the lower half of her face as she stared up at him fearfully.

Grabbing her chin, he forced her head to one side, then the other, examining her nose. "You'll be fine. I'll bandage you up later." He smiled now, as she fought for conciousness, sending a chill throughout her body. And then he stood and left.

"Abel.." She whimpered softly, slowly losing the fight to stay awake. "Abel I need you. Why have you abandoned me?"

Her words fell dead against the cruel stone walls as she faded into oblivion.

I probably won't be able to update until Monday. Sorry. This weekend is going to be busy for me. But in the mean time, reviews are great :D