This picks up with Angie already in the bomb shelter. I am trying some different things with the story than what was shown on the actual series!

Chapter 1

I don't know how long I've been down here. The days, hours, minutes and seconds have fused together. I've started to measure time though based on what Junior is wearing. One new outfit means one new day. If I am correct, there have been four clothes changes so far. Four days... maybe? It feels so much longer though. I want out of here so bad. But no matter how I've fought and coerced and challenged him, nothing is working. He keeps saying he wants the Old Angie back – the girl I was before the dome came down. But dammit, I can't be whatever girl he has dreamt up in mind. I don't want to be. I just want out of this fucking place. The walls feel like they're closing in on me and I smell. I smell like … Junior. I never got to shower after the whole bedroom episode. I smell him all over me and it makes me sick. How can he do this to me? How can he keep me chained to him and this place the way he has?

"Get me out of here, someone!" I scream. The sound bounces off the walls and boomerangs back to my ears but I know no one can hear me. This is the worst kind of horror movie come to life – no one can hear me scream.

No one is coming for me. Only Junior knows I'm down here and he has no intention of letting me go until I'm that girl again that he built up in his twisted mind.

And that's when it comes to me. He wants me; he wants me so bad and he wants me to want him just as bad. That's the answer – a seduction. Just as I get him naked, I kick him in his pretty teeth and then run the fuck out of there. I won't actually have to have sex with him but I can play along that I want it. That I want it so bad.

My whole body is alive with the idea. Tonight I plan for the seduction of Junior Rennie. Tonight, I break free and get the fuck out of here!

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I hear the door unlatch and I flop back onto the bed again. I turn on my side as best as I can and begin to murmur his name. Over and over its "Junior… mmmm… Junior."

The door opens and I feel Junior's presence. The door slams closed and I slowly pretend to be waking up. After I say his name three more times in a groggy state, of course. I know he'll think I'm having an erotic dream about him and that's how it will all start up. I'm halfway home now!

"Ang?" He asks. I take a moment to pop open my eyes and meet his. He's standing super close to me and I smell that familiar aftershave. He's dressed in blue jeans and a blue, long-sleeve tee-shirt. New outfit, new day. I feel more determined than ever to get out of here.

"Junior…" I say in a soft voice. I blink my eyes against the bright overheard lights. I then look up into his face. His eyes are shining so bright and he's smiling.

"Were you dreaming about me?" He asks and he smiles even wider. "Ang… answer me."

"I don't know," I snap. "How should I know what I was dreaming about? I never remember my dreams. I think I told you that once."

"You told me lots of things. And I remember all of them," he says. He hooks his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans. The way he is looking at me… He could eat me up with a spoon … And the thought almost intrigues me.

"You were dreaming about me," Junior insists. "I heard you saying my name over and over and there was this little smile on your face… God, Ang, you're coming around. You're finally coming around! You do love me. You wouldn't dream about me if you didn't."

"It must have been a nightmare," I say, trying to be flippant.

"No one smiles while they're having a nightmare," Junior says. He slides onto the bed next to me and reaches for my hand. I want to pull away but I don't. "Tell me what you dreamt about. Come on. No judgments from me, I swear."

I know that I need to play it cool so as not to arouse his suspicions. I bite my bottom lip, letting it tremble a bit. I avoid looking into his big puppy dog eyes. I smack the other side of the mattress. "Dammit, Junior, it doesn't matter. Because you're – you're not … You're not the man I was dreaming about anymore."

"Are you kidding?" Junior says and he reaches out and grasps my chin, guiding me to look at him. I keep my eyelashes lowered. "I'm still the same guy, Angie - the same guy who has loved you for as long as I can remember. And I know you feel it too. That pull; that attraction… that love."

"I can't feel those things, Junior. Because you've hurt me. You stole me away from my brother and everything I know and care about."

"I didn't want to. But I had to, Angie. You need to be reminded that we belong together, and always have."

"I'm scared, Junior."

"What are you scared of, Ang? Cause I will protect you from anything that could ever hurt you."

"Don't you get it? You're what scares me. That intensity, my feelings …" I break off for a moment. There is an uncomfortable feeling in my chest, tightening, squeezing. There must be some truth to what I'm saying and I hate it.

"See? You have feelings … Feelings for me," Junior says. "You love me, Ang, and god, I love you too." He smiles brightly and then before I can even protest or react, he's squeezing my chin between two fingers and drawing my mouth up to his. His lips crash down on my own and they feel soft, salty and familiar. When his arm comes to snake around my waist, I don't fight it. I don't dare. I actually sag against him and feel the fire in his kisses. He is kissing me wildly and I am returning a lot of that passion. Because I have to, I remind myself. Its how this has to be so I can get the fuck out of here. Make Junior as vulnerable as he has made me and then hit him where it hurts before running like hell out of here.

His arm tightens around my waist and he's pulling me to him, crushing me to his chest. My hands come up to his cheek, almost as if by their own will. I lightly stroke his stubble-free face and then forcefully yank away from him.

"Ohmigod!" I gasp. "How could I? Ohmigod, how could you?" I clutch my chest dramatically.

"Ang, come on, don't fight it. Don't fight this. We belong together and you know it. You love me and I love you and we should show each other. Show each other all the time. Don't be scared; just touch me, let me touch you. You're mine, Ang, and I'm yours. You have to know that."

"If we –" I break off for a minute and bite my lip. "Junior, if we did that again, I'd feel –"

"Alive! You'd feel so alive, Angie, and so would I." He is pulling me to him but this time he's far gentler. We start to kiss. He lightly thumbs my nipples through my bra and they respond. My whole body does and I feel ashamed and disgusted but remind myself that this is all a part of the plan to escape. It's not like I'm actually turned on. I just pretend to be.

"Let me make love to you, Angie," Junior murmurs against my lips. Then he is moving his lips down my cheek, to my chin, down the length of my throat. I feel him gently nibble on the skin there, like he always did when we were in bed together.

I moan and I tell myself it's just for show but I am not so sure. My hands go up to him and I tug on the ends of his dark brown hair with my fingers. "Oh, Ang," he murmurs against my neck and then he is easing me back on the bed. As he presses his lips to my left tit through my shirt, I shake on the bed.

"Junior, wait, Junior," I say. He lifts his head and looks at me. "My foot. My foot. I can't-"

"You want me to untie you?"

"Yes," I say. "I can't get comfortable like this."

"Angie…"

"Please. I'm right under you, Junior. I can't go anywhere. Maybe I don't want to. Just unchain me, please."

Junior seems to think it over and he scrapes his teeth across my chest before sitting up, still half on me. "Alright," he agrees and I think he's naïve. Not stupid – no one could accuse him of that – but naïve. He trusts me again and it almost makes me second guess what I'm doing. Almost. He's sick and I need to remember that and why I'm doing this fake seduction.

"For you, Ang, for you I would do anything," he says in a whispered voice. He then slips his hand into his pocket. He pulls out his keys and goes to fit one into the lock. My eyes never leave the key as he takes my bare foot into his hand and slowly twists the lock. I want to run then. Kick him in his mouth and run like hell but he is looking at me then with so much adoration in his eyes that I can't move. The metal falls away and I sigh in spite of myself.

I smile at him even as my eyes water. I could try to run now but I reason that he's not exactly in the right position to beat the crap out of just yet. I have to make him feel a false sense of security before I can get the upper hand. I reach for his hand and intertwine our fingers. My now untied leg comes to wrap around his waist and I tug him down on top of me. His hands go to my hair and he knots his fingers in it, tugging gently but it doesn't hurt as he rocks against my crotch through our clothes.

"Junior," I say, panting. "Junior, please…"

"What, Ang? Say it, say it. Tell me what you want."

"I want – I want you to … Touch me." My voice sounds hoarse and low and even I can't fake that.

"Anything for you, Ang, anything," he whispers and slides his hand between our bodies. He rubs me there and then he is leaning back a bit to work at the clasp on my dirty jeans. I hold my breath as he pulls down the zipper and reaches for the waistband on my pants. He tugs them down and I'm just in my panties now. He smiles and looks at me with … awe. Yes, that's it. "You're so beautiful."

I feel bad for a moment. Bad that he actually thinks I want this. Because I don't… I can't… I just have to play along until I can incapacitate him and run like hell out of here.

"You're not so bad yourself," I whisper and tears unexpectedly fall from my eyes. I can't help them. I don't even understand them but he is reaching out and gently, so gently, wiping them away.

"Why're you crying, Angie?"

"I don't know," I say and that's the most honest thing I've ever said to him. "It's just … I didn't expect it to be like this."

"Me either but we'll make it work," he says and reaches for the waist band of my panties. I hold my breath again as he breathes soft circles of warmth on my lower-belly with his mouth. "I will show you how much you mean to me, Angie. I'll give you all the pleasure you've always given me. Let me do that." He looks at me and I suddenly can't tear away my gaze.

"Yeah, yeah," I find myself saying. "Make love to me, Junior."

A/N: The next chapter takes a sharp turn in the opposite direction. I welcome comments on what I've posted so far.