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A/N: This chapter is a bit crazy. Hopefully my readers (not that there are many) won't mind.

Tuesday, March/?/1974

Dear Diary,

When I woke up this morning I'd forgotten what happened last night.

So I almost screamed in terror when I saw who happened to be in my bed. The fact that I was hardly even in my bed only made matters worse. Yeah, I'd somehow been nearly pushed out of bed last night. Though not intentionally...

When Eddie awoke he also freaked out for a second.

"Wait. Last night we…"

"Indeed," I replied simply.

We made the mistake of going down to breakfast together. This probably would've been fine if we'd gotten up on time. You see, Frank usually eats breakfast about an hour after I do. And we just so happened to walk into the room just as he was sitting down at the table…

"Shit," I muttered, when I saw the mocking smirk upon his face.

"What were you two, ah, up to?" Frank asked, raising a carefully drawn eyebrow.

"It's rather obvious… isn't it?" Riff said in his usual dull monotone.

At the time, I wondered why he wouldn't be on our side. But why would he help us? And, at this point, there wasn't much anyone could do. The damage was done. It's a shock I even survived to write this.

"I suppose you thought I wasn't enough, eh?" Frank snapped, standing up and stalking over to where we stood.

Eddie's hand still gripped mine as we stood there in terror. Though Frank was giving both of us that hypnotizing look of his, neither of us wanted to give in. We somehow managed to resist. I feel like such a rebel by then.

Now he was really pissed off.

"You're both very ungrateful! Why, I never expected you to betray me… especially you, Columbia. Don't you love me? You did! Or, you once swore you did. Having an affair with him isn't a good way to express such affection for ME, is it!? Oh! How could you, darlings? You both have broken… my… HEART! Edward Scott, you stole her away! Was that you're intention when you came here? To steal my darling groupie from me? She's MINE, foolish earthling! And you're mine, too! You're both mine… and will always be. Without me, Columbia would be starving on the streets. And Eddie, you'd be living in the shadow of your ex-Nazi of an uncle if I hadn't saved you from that boring life! Both of you owe EVERYTHING to me."

That rant of his had a strange quality of wrongness to it. Like Hamlet's famous soliloquy recited by Comic Gravediggers or something…

It also sounded like nothing but lies. Now that I'm writing all this down, what Frank said seems even worse. I wonder if he really believes it. Does Frank really believe that he owns us? It's probably partially because Eddie and I are earthlings, I suppose.

Maybe we are at the 'level' of the servants. Now that I really think about it I hardly have any more say in things then they do. Horribly enough, I suspect that Magenta only listens to me because she likes me.

Best not to think about that…

Anyway, after his dramatic speech, Frank decided he needed to punish us both somehow. Of course, he didn't mean it in a kinky way. No. He meant actually punish Eddie and I.

I never knew this house had a dungeon.

Yes, it's a castle. But it's also a spaceship… yet I suppose even castles that are also spaceships have dungeons.

At least it's a nice dungeon. No rats or spider webs. More like a bedroom with no windows, no heating, and walls of very solid stone. Of course, the only furniture is a bed and a small table. But the bed is as nice as the one in my room- if not nicer! And, ever since Magenta brought me a few extra blankets (and a book to read), it doesn't seem very cold.

I've been here since breakfast time.

For some reason, Frank though that it would be worse if Eddie was in the cell next to me and we could speak to each other through some kind of barred window. I think that Frank thinks the entire universe, like him, only cares about physical aspects of a relationship. If I thought that, seeing the face of a person I love yet not being able to even kiss them would be torture. That isn't the case, of course.

Frankie thinks he's being way crueler than he actually is.

Right around the time we were brought lunch, Eddie and I began to talk. I suppose it's because we usually only see each other at lunch.

"So… this is weird," I said with a nervous giggle.

"Yeah. I never woulda thought I'd be locked in the basement of a castle owned by a crazy transvestite from out outer space. Sounds like something out of a damned B-picture if ya ask me!" Eddie replied, a bit wildly.

A strangely sad silence fell upon us. At that moment I wished I could be safe in Eddie's arms instead of locked in a cell next door to him. God, that's sounds sappy as hell.

"Wonder when we'll be out of here," I muttered, after quite a while.

He shrugged. "Dunno. Maybe that redheaded gal could help somehow. Could she?"

"Probably not. I'm pretty sure she's angry with me about all this. And she might get in trouble with Frank, which would be very bad for pretty much everyone. Anyway, he'll probably let us out once he realizes we're his only source of sex. That's all the fiend of a transvestite cares about," I replied unhappily.

"What if he finds a replacement?"

The very idea sickened me. Never had I thought such a thing could be possible. A replacement? But who else out there is stupid enough to end up here? Maybe a lot of different people. Frank is good at both seducing unsuspecting innocents and hypnotizing pessimistic young rebels.

"Maybe we should leave…" I whispered.

Eddie stared at me in blank-faced confusion. "Huh?"

A deranged smile appeared on my face. "Let's run away. I can probably convince Magenta to help us escape. If he is able to replace us easily, it won't matter to him. It won't matter to anyone…"

"You can ask her..."

"I will!" I replied fervently.

I spent the rest of the afternoon thinking of what to say to Mags. Eddie spent the time trying to enjoy reading The Picture of Dorian Gray and wondering why I liked it so much.

To my horror, it was Riff who silently brought us our food. So I didn't get to mention any plan of escape. At least he also brought this diary, a pencil, and another book.
"My sister wanted you to… have these," he told me, his voice drearily monotone (as usual).

All in all, that was probably the most interesting day of my entire life.

- Columbia (a groupie)

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