Darker – Chapter 15

Universal Pictures owns all rights of Fifty Shades of Grey and Pitch Perfect…I only own the idea of this twisted mash-up of an alternate universe love story.

Warning! Chapters may include graphic sexual situations (BDSM) which may not be suitable for everyone. Reviews and comments are always welcome. Thank you for reading.

Last time on Darker…

With my lead arm, I pulled the stick back and thrust forward with all my might, sending the cue ball crashing into the colored object balls; scattering them in all directions.

Looking up from the table, Jesse let out a gasp while I nervously bit my lip and heard a ball drop into a pocket.

And now…

Reaching inside the pocket I pulled out the number two ball and smirked at my competition.

"Solids!"

Positioning myself for the next shot, I called the pocket and took aim. With a quick deliberate thrust the number seven ball found its way into the opposite corner pocket. Sitting on a barstool I've never seen Jesse so amused as he studied me intently. Sinking in the next couple of balls I was proud of myself and internally thanked the friends of my past for the skills I'd acquired for this evening.

"You are hustling me."

"Maybe I am or maybe I'm just lucky."

Leaning over the table I was fully aware that my boobs are practically hanging out and visible from the low cut blouse I was almost wearing. With my short skirt riding up, I leaned over the table and was in the perfect position to flaunt my ass, which gave Jesse the opportunity to gawk at me while I put on a show for his benefit.

"You know, watching you bend over and stretch across my table just may be my favorite sight...ever." Sighing deeply I could tell Jesse was becoming turned on as he shifted on his barstool. "Oh, the naughty things I want to do to you right now."

Trying to distract me, my inner goddess gasped in anticipation of the potential fuckfest and began to loosen up her limbs while my subconscious scanned the room for the nearest emergency exit.

Taking aim for the number five ball, I called the pocket and sent it wide; I missed.

Son-of-a-bitch!

Rising to his feet, Jesse chalked his cue, approached the table with uber confidence and in quick concession, sunk in four striped balls. I had to admit he was quite good and had good form as I salivated watching him sprawl out on his table with his impressive reach. Looking elated he glanced back at me who had taken upon myself to visit the mini fridge and pulled out two Newcastle long necks. Quickly disposing of the twist offs I took a long chug of beer then raised my bottle to praise my challenger for his skill. But the next shot Jesse accidentally fouled, sending the cue ball into the side pocket. "Fuck!" He cursed, taking a seat on the barstool next to me.

My turn...

"Such a rookie mistake, Mr. Swanson." I teased, placing my beer down then worked my way back to the table and sunk in two more solids. "Red Room of Pain, here we come."

Studying the number one ball, it was the last of the solids and was blocked by the eight so I needed to bank the shot. Taking aim I tapped the cue ball with just enough force to bounce off the cushion side and hit the yellow but deflected it off the corner pocket. "Shit!" It was my turn to curse which elicited a chuckle from yours truly.

"Nice try baby, now watch how it's done." Taking a swig from his beer, Jesse placed the long neck on the counter, stood up and re-chalked his cue. "After I win I'm going to do things to you I've only dreamed of."

Over confident arrogant ass…

Clearing the rest of the stripes Jesse lined up his last shot, struck the cue ball into the remaining green stripe but it deflected off my yellow and missed the pocket.

"Are you trying to lose?" My sarcasm made him laugh until I sunk in the final solid. "Eight-ball left corner pocket!" I announced without hesitation, re-chalking my cue. Leaning over I gave myself more time to study the angle. It wasn't the easiest of shots but it could be done with the right amount of finesse. Before taking aim Jesse stood behind me and caressed my ass.

"Actually with what I'm planning to do to you, I want nothing more than to win." Just imagining what his sick and twisted mind was conjuring up sent my thoughts to the nearest Sunset strip underground sex club.

"Hey! Hands off the goods!" I warned. My competitiveness was in full bloom as I nudged him away with my elbow. "You're attempts at distracting me will prove to be futile."

With both hands held up in defeat Jesse stepped away fully amused. Taking a deep breath I leaned over the table and slipped the wooden rod between my fingers, pulled back on the stick and gently brought it forward. Hitting the cue ball perfectly into the eight sending it into the pocket of choice. I did a silent cheer until the unspeakable happened. Was the room level? With the white ball having a little too much momentum, it slowly rolled toward the same corner pocket.

No! No! No! My subconscious hollered as the cue ball disappeared into the pouch; I scratched and lost the game. Letting out a groan I closed my eyes and slumped forward onto the table. Shaking my head I looked behind me to find Jesse grinning from ear to ear. He'd won by a fucking technicality.

Damn him!

"You play a mean game, Miss Mitchell, but your ass is officially mine."

That's what I was afraid of...

With my lips in a hard line I nodded in defeat and placed the cue on the table. "Okay...you won." I conceded and turned around to face him. "What's your pleasure?"

"You'll know soon enough." He threatened with an evil smirk. "Lock the door."

Holding my head high I walked over to the door and considered all the things Jesse could possibly do to me. The wager was my idea so there was no backing out of it. Giving myself to Jesse was all he ever wanted, but somehow this felt different because I basically agreed to partake in any sexual act and would simply have to deal with the consequences afterwards. Setting the lock I turned around and found my way back over to him. Taking deep breaths to calm my nerves I looked into his eyes and waited for it.

"Relax." His soothing words put me at ease as he caressed my cheek. "I'm not ready to take you back to the playroom but I think you can handle this."

"Handle what?"

"Shh...no more questions." With his eyes going dark I felt myself become more aroused. "Take everything off except your underwear. Keep your heels on and your hair down."

"Safe words?" I asked with trepidation, while unbuttoning my blouse.

Yanking my hair in back he pressed his lips to mine. "Lovers don't need safe words, Beca." He whispered into my ear. "Just tell me to stop if you can't take anymore."

Can't take anymore? Holy shit!

Nodding with understanding, my breathing was becoming more hitched by the second.

"Answer me."

With my arousal growing for him I could hardly speak. "If I have to, I'll tell you to stop." I sounded so small I barely recognized my own voice.

"Good girl." He praised. "Now chalk up your cue because you're going to make that last shot." Sliding my skirt down my legs I was left in my skimpy undergarments and heels, and smirked for what he had in mind. Drinking me in, he licked his lips and let out a sigh.

"And if I don't make the shot?" I dared to ask applying powder to my cue of choice. "If I miss?"

"Then I'll take it out on your ass."

"Is that it? Is that the best you could do?" My challenge made his eyes roll. "Spank me?"

"No Beca, it isn't." His eyes grew darker with lust. After I feel you've had enough, I'm going to fuck you senseless, right here on this table."

My gulp could've been heard clear across the country.

"How?" I squeaked. "In the traditional sense or…?" I couldn't bring myself to say it.

Grinning at my nervousness, Jesse caressed my behind then had me bend over the table. Moving my butt floss to the side he teased both openings that nearly sent me tumbling over the Great Wall of China. "You really do have the nicest ass." His touch combined with his seductive tone had my muscles south of the border clenching. "You did say it was my choice…"

"Yes." I hissed, as I felt the tip of a finger slide into my rear. Gasping at the intrusion I gripped the table with both hands and accepted it.

"I'm so going to enjoy this."

And I'm going to need therapy…

This wasn't the first time Jesse had teased me there, the other time was in the Red Room of Pain when I was still acting as his submissive. I'd always considered anal play taboo but at this moment I found myself curious, drifting into the dark side and enjoying it.

Worming his digit deeper I felt myself pushing back and getting even more aroused. When I let out a groan Jesse withdraw his finger and turned to face me.

"Are you seriously up for this?" His eyes were bright with glee as though I was finally giving him the Holy Grail. "Because if your no-"

"-It's your choice, Jesse!" My abruptness surprised him. "I lost the fucking game. If this is what you want, than I won't stop you."

The mischievous smile Jesse gave said volumes. The Red Room of Pain would've been familiar territory and the lesser of two evils since I would have been calling the shots. Being at Jesse's mercy was limitless and could potentially push me further into that dark place I fought so hard against.

A few hours later…

"You awake?" Standing in the doorway of the master bath Jesse, sipped a scotch on the rocks as he sported a white fluffy terry cloth robe while I floated in steaming hot water and aromatic bubbles, stretching my tired limbs in our deep soaking tub. After going several rounds with the billionaire, it felt heavenly and was just what the doctor ordered. "Such a beautiful sight." He gushed, leaning on the door frame.

"You're just saying that because I did that stuff with you." With my eyes closed, fatigue was setting in as I mumbled to myself. "My body hates me."

"Well I love every inch of your body." Stepping inside Jesse knelt down behind me and offered his cocktail which I glanced at with one opened eye, took in my hand and tossed back with one swift motion.

"Thanks." I said, handing back an empty glass. Trying not to laugh, Jesse placed it on the floor. "Guess I was thirsty."

"Apparently." He chuckled. "Have I traumatized you that much, Miss Mitchell?" He asked toying with loose strands that had fallen out of my messy bun.

"Not at all." Opening both eyes I turned to face him. "Actually, I was wondering when Mr. Kinky Fuckery was going to return. With all that vanilla sex we've been having, I thought you'd gone soft on me and lost your edge. Guess I was wrong."

With a deep sigh Jesse leaned down to place a kiss below my ear then began to massage my aching neck and shoulders.

"Don't worry baby, that kinky bastard is never too far." Nibbling on my ear his talented hands found my pressure points, and with the perfect amount of manipulation, had me moaning in appreciation.

"Mmm...that's good."

"You're the one who feels good." He spoke softly between kisses along my neck as his hands gravitated south. Kneading my tender breasts I was back on cloud nine. "We're so good together."

"Yes." I breathed, pushing my chest into his healing hands while my nipples pebbled under his ministration. "Mmm..."

Turning my head, Jesse captured my lips. "Thank you for tonight." He murmured, smiling against me as he tugged gently on my swollen nubs. "I'm glad you told me to stop."

"So is my ass." We chuckled at my remark.

"Someday after you've consented and we've worked up to it I'll claim your ass. Did you really think I would force that upon you when you weren't ready? I'm not a monster, remember? What you experienced tonight was just a taste of it, and I know by your reaction you enjoyed it." I wasn't ready to verbalize it but he was right. Nodding my head I sighed recalling tonight's pool table action. After being forced to miss several easy shots, I was spanked like an errant child then bent over the table and taken from behind while he finger banged my ass. It was so wrong, but felt so hot as the feeling of double penetration was beyond anything I could've ever imagined. Losing myself in the moment I embraced my darker side and came harder than ever before as we defiled the billiards table in several unconventional positions.

God I hope they sterilize that thing...

Rising to his feet Jesse disrobed and motioned for me to scoot forward. Settling behind me his arms and legs surrounded me like an octopus as he continued to nuzzle my neck.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Mmm..."

"Why do you keeping bringing up the playroom?"

Opening my eyes I was surprised by his inquiry.

"Because you need it."

"Are you sure that's the only reason?"

Thinking about what Jesse was insinuating, I searched within myself for answers. Remembering what Gail had asked him about his needs and impulses I had the feeling that was only partially the truth. Why did I keep bringing it up? Was I becoming more like them? Without wanting to go any further with this line of questioning I brought Jesse's hand to my lips.

"Babe, I just want to please you and give you what you need."

"Like I told Gail the other night, you give me everything I could possibly need or want in a woman. Playroom or not, you satisfy me in ways you could never imagine."

"Oh, you'd be surprised." Remembering my disturbing dreams I chuckled inwardly. "I can imagine quite a bit."

"I know that." He admitted which caught me off guard. "You talk in your sleep."

Turning around, I gaped at his smirking face while I scrunched mine in embarrassment.

"Dude! I neither accept nor deny any responsibility for what comes out of my mouth when I'm unconscious." He continued to enjoy my discomfort while I huffed at the awkwardness of our conversation. "How do I even know you're not making this shit up?"

With our eyes locked, Jesse's intense stare was unnerving.

"Because dreams are something I take very seriously, and just like me, you have your own demons."

There would be no snarky comeback because he was right, I had some underlying issues that Dr. Moss even picked up on during our dance.

"Are you going to tell me what I said?"

"No baby, I'm not."

"Why not?"

"Because dreams are answer to questions we haven't learned to ask."

"Oh-Kay. Could you be any more cryptic? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're not ready to talk about it."

"Perhaps, but if I knew what that wa-"

Cutting me off with a kiss, Jesse spun me around and enveloped me in his arms. Rising to my knees I pulled him closer so our torsos pressed together as our lip lock continued.

"This is all that matters to me." He spoke between kisses. You're like a fucking narcotic and I'm a hopeless addict with no cure; I can't get enough of you."

He wasn't the only one...

Breaking off the kiss I noticed little Jesse had risen to the occasion and was standing above the water-line, pressing against my front. Surrounding him with both hands I slowly moved up and down his length while his eyes rolled back.

"Fuck that's good."

When he was just about there, I finished him off with one of my grade 'A' blow jobs that made Jesse's body go stiff and blow like Mount Vesuvius. After a while he regained the ability to breathe and pressed his lips to mine.

"C'mon, baby...let me take you to bed."

Wrapping my arms and legs around him, Jesse carried me out of the bathroom and into our bedroom. Gently laying me down on my back he blanketed his body over mine and held my arms above my head. "Tell me how you want it." He whispered.

"Babe...I like it gentle but I also like it rough, just like tonight. As long as it's with you, it doesn't matter how we get there. But right now I'm enjoying the feeling and weight of your body on mine."

Jesse gave the warmest of smiles and nodded in agreement. For the remainder of the evening we kissed tenderly and fell asleep with our bodies still entangled. We both knew we were crossing over into something deeper than either of us had expected, we had become more than lovers; we were soulmates.

The morning after...

Waking up with a start Jesse's infernal alarm was going off. With his leg draped over me and hand cupping my breast I chuckled because even in his sleep the man couldn't keep his hands off of me. Reaching over him I turned off the noise and noticed he was still asleep. Gently nudging him awake he had a dazed expression, stubbled face and the worse case of 'just fucked' hair I'd ever seen. Unable to conceal my amusement I chuckled softly because Jesse didn't look like the multi-billionaire corporate tycoon he was known for. Instead he was an adorable, sleepy twenty-seven year old with a stupid grin on his face. The man was clearly in love and trying desperately to go back to sleep. Feeling his morning wood pressed against my abdomen, I decided to take matters into my own hands...literally. Gently turning him onto his back I ripped open a foil pack and rolled it down his length. Looking up he was still sound asleep. Without giving him any warning I positioned myself over his junk and slowly lowered myself onto him. With his eyes remained closed he smiled and thrust his hips upward, meeting my rhythm until I exploded around him.

Yeah...today was going to be a good day…

A few hours later…

With cups of coffee in hand the entire production team was packed into the main recording studio with Snoop Dogg himself in the booth. We were separated by soundproof glass as the rapper sang his version of 'Winter Wonderland'. By itself it sounded lame especially for someone like the icon before us. With nobody stepping forward with any ideas I gave Dax, Dean and Destiny the look; it was now or never.

"Have him sing it again." My words broke the silence as Keegan's neck snapped around. Looking more annoyed than anything he asked me to elaborate. "It's just a thought."

Rolling his eyes he asked the Grammy winning musician to start over. As the music played back my colleagues took position next to me and started manipulating the soundboard mixer with added beats and sound effects that changed the dynamics of the classic holiday while I sung a mashup version of another Christmas classic. Keegan's jaw dropped as he nodded to the beat and smirked approvingly to the edgy sound we had created. Ending on a high note our boss cut the music and hushed us.

"Snoop...that was amazing, brilliant, perfection." He paused to write down a few notes. "We've got an idea and will get back to you." After a few off the wall comments from the rapper he left the room. "You can sing." Keegan stated matter of factly, staring me down in front of the team.

"Yeah...well as you may have already read in my file I'm like an acapella champion." I paused to gauge his reaction. "We're both huge successes in our fields, but these guys," Pointing to Dax, Dean and Destiny "This wasn't just me, it was a team eff-."

"-But it's your arrangement." His abruptness cut me off. "I want your notes on this immediately and I'll need your vocals recorded before the end of the day."

"Um...sure. I guess one of these guys can handle it." I barely had the chance to respond before he put on his shades and stormed out of the room.

"No! I'll do it myself before I leave for my flight. Meet here at five sharp and don't keep me waiting. Good job Reggie!" Was the last thing I heard before leaving us alone with our thoughts.

Asshole!

As Keegan cleared out the three D's surrounded me with congratulatory hugs. Even though our asshat of a boss refused to acknowledge them, I promised to make sure credit was given to all of us. Returning to my desk I placed a call to reception and asked how long security remained in the building. When Barb responded that security was twenty-four seven I was more relieved to be staying after hours with Keegan. The difficult part was still ahead of me, I had to let Jesse know I would be working late with that piranha.

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FROM: Beca

TO: Jesse

SUBJECT: Morning Glory

Good morning stud. Thanks to a certain someone I have a new appreciation for billiards and mornings, though I can't imagine why. Hope your day is going well.

ILY...

Rebeca Mitchell

SM&I Production Assistant - Residual Heat Studios

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FROM: Jesse

TO: Beca

SUBJECT: Sex Object

Dear Sex Mad and Insatiable,

You only want me for my body, I feel so used and abused. "Wink! Wink!" Last night and this morning was fan-fucking-tastic. Let me know when you're ready for a rematch.

XOXO...

Jesse Swanson

Satiated Billiards Champ & CEO, JS Enterprises

Rematch? That pompous ass! Clicking on reply...

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FROM: Beca

TO: Jesse

SUBJECT: Eye Twitch

You really should get that nervous twitch looked at.

I love everything about you and our amazing sex life. I love being in your bed and sharing elevator space. Making love on candle lit grand pianos to well lit billiards tables, and in privately owned jets and luxury yachts and cherry wood desks and showers and bathtubs and on strange wooden crosses with shackles that rotate and large four poster beds of soft red leather and secluded boathouses and childhood bedrooms…

Have I missed anything?

ILY...

Rebeca Mitchell

SM&I Production Assistant - Residual Heat Studios

That ought to amuse him. Clicking on send...

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FROM: Jesse

TO: Beca

SUBJECT: Soaked Hardware

I just spat coffee all over my extremely expensive Mac and keyboard. Can you please practice some discretion and text me instead. Please delete this email before IT gets creative.

For the record, you forgot to mention your graduation.

XOXO...

Jesse Swanson

Coffee stained but still grinning for some reason CEO, JS Enterprises

Shit! How could I haven forgotten?

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Picking up my cell I placed a call to Jesse who answered on the first ring.

"Hey...can you talk?"

"Sure, maintenance is here cleaning up my mess thanks to you." Trying to stifle my laugh I covered my mouth. "What's up, baby?"

"Um...today's meeting couldn't have gone better. Keegan loved the arrangement and wants to record me for the album."

"That's fantastic and I'm not surprised one bit. Your voice is practically ear porn."

"Thanks...I think, but the reason I'm calling is because I need to work late tonight. Our recording booths are scheduled throughout the day and Keegan is leaving for New York first thing in the morning so he needs our demo asap."

Hearing an exaggerated sigh I could tell Jesse wasn't thrilled with the prospect of me being alone with Keegan. "Will anyone else be there?"

"Um...yeah, the team will be here and I've already checked with security. They're here all night."

"Shit! Benji can't stay. He and his wife have anniversary plans tonight, I gave him the evening off."

"Babe, it's okay. I'm not going anywhere and plus, I won't be alone. I'll be fine."

After a brief pause Jesse caved in. "Okay...Don and I will be there around six."

"That should be long enough. See you later. Love you."

"Love you too, baby."

At five sharp I went into the recording studio with a set of headphones and belted out several takes of 'Here Comes Santa Claus that blended perfectly with Snoop's vocals. It was the first time I'd been recorded professionally and felt odd since I preferred to be on the opposite side of the glass. With the three D's manipulating the mixing board our demo was ready for the big wigs at Capitol. Sending a copy electronically I bid farewell to my friends while Keegan insisted on having a last word with me. Locking eyes with Destiny she lingered behind and gave me a look of caution before leaving us alone.

"Great work Beca. I don't know how you managed it but you actually made those three idiots look good for once." What surprised me was not the insults he threw at my colleagues, but the fact that he finally said my name correctly; something was definitely up. "However, there's something you've been keeping from all of us, isn't there?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Feeling threatened I tried to ignore him, packed up my stuff as quickly as possible and was about to leave the sound booth until Keegan blocked my path. "What are you doing?"

"Don't insult my intelligence! You were sent by your boyfriend's company to infiltrate 'Residual Heat' for the takeover. I've been taken off the label and relocated to New York."

"What?" I asked with genuine shock. "I swear to God, I had nothing to do with it."

"I built this fucking studio from the ground up and now it's being taken away from me, and it's all because of you. I read your emails to your lover so I know you're full of shit. You knew about the purchase from day one and said nothing!" Like a protective shield I held my hands up and backed away as his voice continued to rise. "There's no one else to blame Mitchell, you're nothing but a spy and a fucking cock tease."

"Listen to me, I was just as surprised to hear about it." Looking at the time on the wall it was almost six. Jesse would be arriving soon, but not soon enough. "I need to leave."

"You're not going anywhere." Unbuckling his belt Keegan undid his pants and pulled out his skinny dark cock. Looking away quickly I felt bile creep up my esophagus. "I've got nothing to lose Beca, so I think I'll just take it out on you."

"You still work for Capitol, please don't do this." Taking another step away I bumped into a mic stand. "I won't tell anyone about this...I promise."

Making a run for the door I was grabbed from behind and slammed against the glass face first. He was so strong I couldn't move as he reached under my skirt and ripped off my underwear. I knew if I didn't do something I was about to become a notch on his belt, or worse...a statistic.

"Please...don't do this!" I pleaded with him as he tried to pry my thighs apart with his leg. "Maybe there's something I can do for you. Money! How much will it take?"

Turning me around to face him Keegan sandwiched me between him and the soundproof glass then forced his lips on mine. He was repulsive, smelling like cheap cologne and whiskey, and when his tongue forced its way into my mouth I nearly hurled at his rancid breath. Struggling to free myself my wrists were held to my sides while he violated my mouth. With every bit of strength I bit down on his lip until it bled and kneed him in the groin. Bent over he winced in pain as he yelled out profanities and cradled his bruised limp dick. With another kick to his groin I looked around, grabbed a steel music stand by it's shaft and swung the book plate at his head, sending him crashing to the ground. Defending myself the best I could I knew it wouldn't last and needed to get the hell out. Making a run for it, I lunged for the door handle but was denied access as I felt the sting from a backhand to my face that sent me flying to the opposite end of the recording booth. The force of impact was so great my world faded in an instant, then what felt like a blink of an eye I found myself pinned to the ground with bound hands. With my skirt pushed up and gathered at my waist my blouse was ripped apart; the son-of-a-bitch was all over me and I couldn't do a damn thing about it.

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" I shouted as loud as my lungs would allow. As my screams filled the small space the attack on my body was progressively getting worse, but what was happening to my mind was even more hideous. "YOU SICK SON-OF-A-BITCH!"

"Yell as loud as you want, Beca." Laughing at my distress he jerked himself off while I tugged at the makeshift restraint he created out of wire. "Nobody can hear you and security won't be around for another half hour. Plenty of time to show you how a real man fucks."

Jesse was right about Keegan, he was nothing more than a serial rapist who preyed upon his female interns, and I was his next victim. Feeling so foolish I hated myself for being in this position. I shouldn't have been so stubborn and listened to my boyfriend who was only trying to protect me. Will Jesse still want me after this? Will I come down with a sexually transmitted disease or get pregnant? Recalling the concerned look from Destiny before leaving, she had to know what my fate was. Was she a silent victim? Why didn't she warn me?

"You have to stop. You're making a huge mistake." Trying to reason with him it was a last attempt to stop the attack. "If you do this, Jesse will come after you and destroy your life."

"Ha! It's funny you should say that because your boyfriend already did." He merely stated. "I've been waiting my entire life for revenge for the hell he caused, and then you came along. You were perfect."

"What?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What are you talking about?"

"Who do you think hired you?" He paused to admire his erectness as he pumped himself some more. "When I saw the press photos of you and that rich bastard, and then you applied for an internship here; it was so easy, but then you turned out to be his fucking little spy."

No matter how much I denied it, the monster refused to believe me; I had nothing more to say. If I survived the attack, Jesse would have some explaining to do. With my head pounding from the trauma I'd already endured, I became listless and lost the ability to fight back. Knowing my life had taken a radical change for the worst, I closed my eyes and braced myself for the inevitable.

Today would not be a good day after all...

A/N: I hated writing this last part but for the purpose of the story, it was necessary. Will Beca be rescued before it's too late? Tune in next time and find out.