Right John, obviously I'm the sick one here. Whatever you say.

"We could have talked ay my place John, you're not making sense. And where the hell is this place? This can't be your home?"

He sat on the end of the bed. He looked like shit, like he hadn't slept in days, "No we couldn't talk at your place! How do I know who is going to show up and when? This needs to be done somewhere private." What do you mean 'needs to be done'?

I didn't know what he meant and I began to panic again, "Don't you fucking touch me John. I swear to god..."

He was getting angry, "Shut up! I'm doing the talking here."

"So talk. How about you tell me what possible idea made you think it was a good idea to abduct me? And you didn't answer me what the hell is the shit hole?"

His eyes burned into mine, "This is where I fucking live now. If you weren't such a self centred witch you would have known I've been having money problems for a while now. I spoke to your dad about it and he promised he would make sure I was okay. That all changed when his little princess went crying to him though right?" What the hell is he talking about? Money problems? With what we were paying him? Fuck off.

I didn't have to try to sound confused, "John uh... what are you talking about? What money problems? You were making good money!"

His eyes looked glazed over and he slurred a little. How had he driven here without crashing? "I have some problems gambling plus Nikki and I bought a huge house. Like, really huge. I told her we didn't need one that size. It was bigger than yours for fuck's sake. It cost us millions. Who am I kidding? It cost me millions not her." Gambling? He's obviously hitting the booze, is he on drugs as well?

"I still don't understand you John, even if you bought a huge house you must have been earning enough to make the payments? And Nikki must have helped? You can't have lost that much gambling."

He looked furious now and he screamed, "She was helping, when she had a fucking job!" Oh shit.

"It wasn't just the house anyway if I stopped gambling I could have afford that by myself. But then my dad got his cancer diagnosis."

I was stunned, "He what?"

"You heard me. He got diagnosed with cancer and his insurance didn't cover for any kind of decent treatment plan. My brothers don't make that kind of money so I had pay for it for him. It was the only option. I told your dad all of this, don't even try to pretend to me you didn't know." You're in deep shit here Steph. What the hell are you going to do? Why didn't dad tell me the stupid bastard?

I was floundering, "John you have to believe me, my dad didn't..."

"Shut up! Stop fucking telling lies, it's all you ever do! All those lies you told your dad about what went on between us, you're fucking crazy!" What? You've lost it John, your head has gone.

I decided not to attempt to convince him that I didn't know, he was boiling already and I had to make sure I didn't get hurt at this point, "What do you want John? You want money? You can have money, let me go and you can have your job back, I'll advance you money, whatever you want."

He snorted, "You think I'm fucking stupid? I let you go and I can have my job back? That's the best thing you've got?"

My heart was pounding, I needed to think of something but I couldn't, "This was your stupid idea to bring me here John you must have planned what you wanted to get from me. Right?"

He seemed to regain some composure, "Yes. Right. Here's what we're going to do. You're going to transfer me a million dollars. You can do it on this." He picked up a laptop from the floor and threw it onto the bed next to me.

"John I can't just get access to that kind..."

"Will you stop fucking talking over me! When you've done that you're going to write down and I mean write so that it's in your handwriting, everything that happened between us, everything you did to me since that day in the limo, every lie you've told, all of it! People need to know I didn't do what you said, and that you are the crazy one!" My god, that's your plan? Really? I can't do either of those things, what the hell am I going to do?

Then an idea came to me, "Why don't you describe to me exactly what you want me to write down John. What do you want me to write about that day in the limo? I can't think properly as you hit me over the head pretty hard."

He moved closer to me, closer to my face, "The truth you psycho bitch, you know what happened. You threw yourself at me. You practically forced me to fuck you on that back seat, and then you told everyone I tried to force myself on you just to cover for yourself with Paul!"

My head was spinning now, "What the hell are you talking about John, your head has gone!"

His veins were sticking out of his neck as he screamed, "No! Your fucking head has gone! That's the reason you've done all of this! That's the reason you threw yourself at me in the limo! You're fucking crazy!"

Suddenly I figured out a way I may be able to get free. I leaned forward and kissed him, "You liked it though John didn't you? You wanted me so bad."

He looked like he couldn't process what had just happened.

"I want you too John. I wanted you that day so badly. I've wanted you so badly every day since. That's why I had to get you out of my life. I'm crazy about you but I can't lose my kids. I'd leave Paul for you tomorrow but I can't lose the girls."

He shook his head but I could see he was struggling with his own mind, "I don't want you, you freak. I just want your money."

I kissed him again, "You can have the money, but I want you first. It will be the best experience of our lives John. Trust me."

He kissed me. It's working! Keep going.

"Let me do it again John, let me throw myself at you and make you fuck me. You liked that didn't you?"

I don't know whether he had really fantasised about me or whether he was so far gone on booze or drugs or if his head was just fried but he said, "Yes, you make me do it again! Then give me the money and I'll get out of here! I'll leave you here, I won't hurt you as long as I get the money."

"You'll get the money John I promise. You remember what it was like while I was on top of you in that limo don't you? Let's do it. Let's do it now, I can't wait anymore!"

This was the moment I had planned for. This had to work or I was done. He moved to climb on top of me, "No John. You remember... I was on top of you, it's so much better that way. You need to get this off my wrist so I can get on top." Please! Please!

"If you try anything I'll kill you, you know that?"

I pulled his head towards me with my free hand and kissed him again, "I just want you John, that's all I've wanted all this time."

He took the key from his pocket and released my wrist. Yes! Thank god. Now wait for the moment.

I pushed him over so that he was on his back then rolled over on top of him, "How did I do it John, was it like this?" I made sure my knees dug into his arms, hopefully that would pin him down.

He had sighed and closed his eyes, this was going better than I could have hoped for. He moaned, "Yes."

"Relax John, Steph will make it all better for you." The adrenaline surged through me. I clamped by my hands around his throat and squeezed as tightly as I could. I work out two hours a day, I'm a powerful woman. Surely I can do this?