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She was an oddball in her family to say the least. Her parents had thought her to be an albino at first because of the white color of her fur but when she started growing and had a long mane of raven-black hair to back it they knew otherwise, strange coloring for a squirrel. Similarly her eyes were a deep almost forest green and almond-shaped. She had filled out well, her grandmother on her mother's side told her that frequently along with a pinch on the butt. Mary liked the eccentric old lady more than she would let on to anyone else. Everyone said she took after her grandmother on her father's side but she didn't know, no one had pictures of her grandmother anymore. After her grandfather had remarried her step-grandmother had gotten rid of everything regarding her grandmother almost immediately.

She often wondered why her grandfather had allowed that when he had said that he loved her dearly, maybe it was the pain of having things around him that reminded him of her. Mary thought that was just a ploy, weakness showing itself. In the era he had lived in raising four children as single father was unheard of, it was expected for him to remarry at some point.

Her father was the only boy among three sisters and her mother was the only child of a military family, an unlikely pair considering he was the outdoorsy type and she was a city girl. Somehow they had managed and had her. They were a bit old to have a daughter of her age, she had just turned eighteen two days ago and she was fast coming to the point of graduating from high school. Her last year was coming up after the summer holiday. Currently though it was nice to enjoy her last months of freedom because after high school her father had made it quite clear that she was to get a job, go to school, or get the hell out of the house.

As she walked along the dirt-paved and well worn path toward her horse's stable she sighed softly and looked down at the ground. Peeking out of the flared ends of her jeans were bare feet, she preferred wearing no shoes for reasons beyond her explanation. She couldn't do it often because today's world was more garbage-strewn and hazardous than they olden days but when she was at the stables she could walk around with marginal hazards and none cresting the disgust of accidentally putting your bare foot down in a steaming pile of fresh horse dung. She learned to be more careful of where she walked after the first incident.

She rounded a corner and was met by a familiar neigh and the sight of a horse's head and neck sticking out of the stall. Carmen was a chestnut mare her father had given to her a few years back. She had been a skinny little thing back then, newborn, wild, and from all accounts unfit for riding. It had taken a lot of work to train the fiery little mare and even then sometimes she didn't listen if she didn't feel like it but a horse was a living being as much as she was. You could never completely control a creature no matter how hard you tried.

It was getting dark fast and the chill in the air reminded her that it was getting close to winter. All around her the crisp breeze tussled with the multicolored leaves as they fell to the ground. Luckily the stables where she kept her horse didn't have many deciduous trees so there weren't many leaves on the grounds to hide obstacles. Once she reached her horse's designated stall she gave the spirited mare a pat on the neck and a raspberry on the nose, to which she got a kick on the door in protest and a snort. "Oh you know you like it, stop complaining."

It was a short order to give her horse enough hay to last the night and some of tomorrow. She didn't like leaving her horse in the stall for long but tonight was supposed to be very cold and rather than leave her out in the pasture most-likely alone she'd rather have her girl in the stall with her stable mates around her. Even though she was excitable she didn't like being alone, which was normal for horses seeing as they were pack animals anyway.

She didn't give her horse grain and many of the people at the stables thought she was strange for that but giving a horse grain was like giving a kid a candy bar. If your horse was out running and showing then grain wouldn't be a problem but when they're grazing all day it would not be a great idea. Especially with her horse that was high-strung anyway. She pulled a folding chair out of her tack room and set it up next to the stall, once she was settled she put down her diet soda in one of the holes made for drinks and pulled a bag of sunflower seeds out of her pocket.

For a while she just sat and watched the sun flee, feeling the slight bite in the air increase marginally. Between the sound of her horse pulling hay out of the hay net and munching on it she felt a slight sense of peace. Every now and again she'd put her head out of the stall door and look around, as if expecting something else. "I'll give you carrots and apples in a minute Fidget."

She shook her head and laughed at their routine. The facility was self-board so she had to take care of her horse by herself. She was fine with that though, it gave her time to get out of the house and into the world. She hated being out and about some times because the city she lived in was busy as hell but when she came out to the stables it was a little different, there weren't so many people out here because it was in a semi-remote area. It suited her fine because she hated crowds, confrontation, and people above all else. In her opinion most people were parasites, taking and taking but never giving anything in return. The planet was in serious peril but no one wanted to lift a hand. She was guilty in some ways too though, no one was perfect.

Mary sighed a little and stood up, she had stayed long enough and the facility didn't have many lights so she didn't want to get stuck walking barefoot back to her truck in the dark. Once she put her chair away she threw her can into the recycling bin and finished the last few sunflower seeds. She kept a few carrots and apples on hand in her tack room because she liked to give them to her horse daily. After feeding the ravenous little mare she began the short trek back to the parking lot through the lonely central barn.

As she stepped through the sawdust and wood chips on the floor she greeted each and every horse by name and stopped to give some a pat on the side of the neck or face. Even though their names were plainly pasted on the stall doors she didn't need to look anymore, she had been coming here long enough that she knew the names of each and every one. Her tail swayed behind her as she walked, the bushy appendage a favorite for the horses to reach out and grab. A lot of them got restless and would grab onto anything they could get just for a little bit of stimulation. Frequently she'd find halters, blankets and other equipment on the floor next to the stall doors of many of the horses. The whitewashed walls around them were almost drab but not so much, she liked the old-looking building a lot, it felt more like home here than it did at her actual home.

The thought made her sigh and close her eyes, stopping in her tracks. Her mother was a burdensome woman, it was hard enough just to deal with life let alone deal with her mother's constant pestering. Her mother was a hypochondriac, every little commercial on television became a disease she had or a condition she had contracted. She was constantly using hand sanitizer and sprays, as such she had never been out to the barn. Not because she didn't want to come but because Mary couldn't stand the thought of the woman going crazy when she stepped in a fresh lump of horse poo. This was her sanctuary from the outside world and from home.

Her father wasn't so bad but he was a workaholic, so she had been stuck with her mother most of her life. She felt quite estranged from them, she couldn't relate to either of them. They weren't bad parents, they didn't beat her or scold her. They gave her room to develop and determine her own likes and dislikes but she had never gotten the attention she knew that she had needed when she was younger. A lot of the time she felt like an afterthought, something that had just happened to them.

Her mother never stood up for her but she figured that was what had made her so independent in her life. Her father had been a drunk for a good portion of his life, she figured that age had calmed him down. That and the lack of alcohol. Resuming her walk she had resigned herself to going home regardless of the fact that she didn't want to be there. She wasn't graduated yet, she didn't have a job so she had absolutely no other place to go.

Spying a car in the parking lot not far from hers she scrunched up her face. She knew most of the boarders but she'd never seen that car before. It was white, a sports car, not so strange because of her proximity to a military base. It seemed that the younger enlisted personnel found it necessary to have a fast, loud, speaker-filled, import car. Honestly she didn't understand it, women weren't attracted to that unless they were completely devoid of brains. "I guess I answered my own question. Who wants a smart woman when you can have a pretty little trophy that doesn't know any better?"

The car had dark tinted windows so she couldn't tell if anyone was sitting in it by sight but she knew someone was watching her behind the glass. Shrugging it off she got into her truck and fished her keys from her pocket. The large truck belonged to her father but he had several so he let her drive the truck around since she was heading into the 'country' as he always put it. She didn't mind, she liked the big truck. It definitely had its uses when she felt like riding on the beach or something like that. Starting the monster up she rolled down her windows to get some fresh air circulating. Mary put her arm around the seat next to her and flipped her long hair out of her face as she looked back to make sure she wasn't hitting anything in the nearly-abandoned parking lot.

Before she could start rolling she noticed that the door to the car was open now, startled she looked around just in time to catch a black-gloved hand putting a cloth over her face. A pungent aroma was the last thing she smelled before she blacked out.

**

"Hey, hey, you awake?"

She heard the voice, it was male. Opening her eyes a bit she winced as she realized a head ache that was more than a little painful. Her mouth was dry and she was definitely starving. With her senses coming to her finally she looked around the room. She was in a room she did not recognize, lying on a bed that wasn't her own. The room was white and black and the bedsheets were white and plush. She sat up and groaned, a metallic sound caught her attention and she looked down to find a shackle affixed to her ankle with a long sturdy chain. The shackle was padded. "What the hell?"

In the room around here there were book shelves lined with books of all different types and not far away was a bathroom that didn't seem to have a door. Panic took her for a moment and she fought hard to keep herself from freaking out. "What's going on here?"

"Don't talk too loud!" The voice whispered to her suddenly as she began to raise her voice. "He doesn't like it when we talk too loud."

"What? Who?" She put her hands on the shackle and attempted to get it around her foot and pull it open but she knew before she tried that the effort would be wasted. "Where am I?"

Mary turned around to look at the speaker. He was chained just like she was and sitting on a chair next to her bed. He was wearing a black silk shirt and blue jeans. His peach-colored skin was clean and his short-cropped brown hair was washed along with his short goatee which was groomed meticulously. He wore glasses on his face to cover his hazel eyes, he was a handsome at least. "What the fuck is going on?"

"No! No don't curse, he doesn't like that either. Listen, we're captives, prisoners." The young male human said with a finger covering his lips in a shushing gesture. "You have to listen to me or he'll get rid of you too."

"What do you mean get rid of me too?" She inquired, her voice coming down almost to a whisper.

"The last girl didn't last long. She was loud and she didn't follow orders. He took her out of here and I haven't seen her since. Something tells me that she didn't end up walking out of the house alive." He looked nervous as he talked to her, something told her that this man was telling the truth. "There are rules. He'll feed you, bring you what you need, and take care of you but you have to take care of him and do what he says or he'll find someone better."

"Oh my god." She said softly as she began to cry. "Oh my god, this is a bad dream, this can't be happening to me. I'm going to wake up any minute and realize that I was just having a bad dream."

Mary closed her eyes for a moment and slapped herself across the face. When she stinging sensation didn't wake her up she whimpered softly and curled up in a little white ball of fluff on the bed. Shackled to the floor in this comfortable-looking room that had the feel of a basement she began to feel despair. "Why, why god did this have to happen to me? Who is he?"

"If I knew I'd tell you but all I know is that I have to call him master and so do you." He stood up and walked over to her, putting a hand on her shoulder while he drug the chain behind him the whole time. "I'm Christian."

"Mary." She replied after a moment of sniffling and sobbing. "I suppose this is the point where I decide that I want to escape and you tell me you've tried everything possible and that any escape attempts will only piss off the guy that kidnapped me and chained me in his basement. Then I'll decide that I can try to overpower him with your help and that doesn't work then he takes me out back and buries me inside a wooden box to suffocate and rot?"

"Not in so many words but yes." Despite the situation Christian laughed at that and shook his head, sitting down on the bed next to her. "Listen, I've tried telling every girl before you that resisting is only going to get you killed. I've lived here for twenty nine years and there isn't a single way out that doesn't involve you taking your final bow."

"Great." She said in reply and hugged her knees to her chest. "I can't believe this, I've been saving myself this whole time only to get chained up and possibly raped by a psychopath. This wasn't how I saw myself getting a boyfriend or losing my virginity."

"I know, and I never thought I'd be buggered in the ass either but life's a bitch." He smiled lopsidedly and then sighed softly, shaking his head a bit as he put his hand on her hair and smoothed it out. "I don't wish this existence on anyone, all I can do is try to make your life better. Listen, he won't be revealing himself for a while. He likes to let the new girls stew on everything a bit before he starts 'breaking them in'. He put some clothes in the closet there for you to wear."

"What? How'd he know my size?" She asked curiously, looking down to make sure her clothing was still intact.

"Apparently he stalks his victims. He'll most likely know your size, your favorite food, even your cycle." He shrugged at the look he got in response. "Apparently there's a lot to learn from someone's trash."

"Great, a creepy psycho stalker at that." She sighed softly and sat up on the bed. She walked over to the tall wardrobe he had indicated and opened it. Inside she found several pairs of pants, a few dresses mainly in dark, bold colors, shirts, and even underwear and socks. Laying on the floor were several pairs of shoes as well, all of it her size. "My god. This is surreal, creepy.

"I know, trust me I know. There's a whole dresser full of clothing for me next to that one. Our chains will reach the bathroom, the book cases and the dresser but we can't go all the way up the stairs. He indicated the stairs across the way with a jerk of his thumb. "There's food enough for about a week in the fridge and unfortunately as you may have noticed there is no door on the bathroom and the shower walls and door are made from glass."

"Great, wonderful, anything else?" She said as she sat back on the bed, crossed her legs and put her head down dejectedly.

"Does there need to be anything else? We're shackled in a basement." He made a snorting sound of either amusement or disgust and shrugged his shoulders. "As long as you're good he'll keep you around."

"Wonderful." Mary put her face in her hands and attempted not to cry again, trying to rein in her emotions was hard when she could feel the shackle around her ankle. "Okay, so I'm trapped down here, what now?"

"Well there are plenty of books, and I even have a laptop over here but obviously no Internet access." He shrugged and sighed as he looked at her with mixed feelings. "I wish I could let you go, but it's just not possible. We could talk, where are you from?"

"Jaxton." She replied almost mechanically. "Born and raised, my father's former military."

"Makes sense." He said with a nod.

"What about you?" She inquired, looking up at him while her chin was perched on her knees. She hugged them close to her chest and sighed.

"I was born in Jaxton as well." He stood up and walked over to her, sitting down on the bed next to her he put his arm around her and squeezed her tight. His hand rubbed her arm and shoulder and he looked down at the short girl. "Don't worry, you're not alone. I'm here."

"No offense but that isn't such a big consolation." She laughed a little and wiped the tears from her eyes. He smelled good. He was wearing some sort of cologne and he had recently showered, she could still smell the shampoo and soap on him. "So I'm expected to shower while you're in here?"

"Well yeah, he likes his girls to be nice and clean and smell nice." Having her close to him felt good, it wasn't fun being lonely. "It's weird at first but you'll get used to it."

"I don't want to get used to it." Feeling as if she had no other alternative and trusting this stranger in her situation completely she leaned against his chest and sighed softly, trying to hold back the tears. "I don't understand, why me?"

"Undoubtedly you're beautiful, definitely unique, plus you look innocent, and pure." He shrugged lightly at her look and smiled. "After a while you notice when someone follows a pattern."

"Great. Just great." She spat bitterly. "Okay, so psycho man has put me on some sort of pedestal. I'm supposed to represent every pretty girl that rejected him in high school, and as I lay helpless and powerless underneath him he achieves some sort of tawdry sexual revenge?"

"That's the idea I guess." He said as he looked down at her and sighed. "I wish I could spare you this pain but unfortunately we all have to endure pain throughout our lives, it just depends on what pain you draw out of the hat."

"You're saying I did this?" Mary yelled at him suddenly, pushing him out to arm's length.

"No, I'm saying we all draw the cosmic straws and the shortest one gets the worst torment." He put his hands on her shoulders and sighed. "Listen, I didn't mean it that way. Don't take it out on me, I'm shackled down here too you know."

"I know, I'm sorry. This isn't as easy to deal as I'd like to portray, I'm torn up inside right now." She leaned against the bed's headboard and closed her eyes.

**

It had been four days since she first woke up in the basement with Christian. Since that time they had swapped stories about where they came from and who they were before getting captured. She felt almost like her grandfather, who had been a captive for a time during the Vietnam War, but she doubted that he had such luxurious accommodations. They had food, drinks, clothes, hot showers, but no freedom. Mary had taken to reading during the times when she couldn't stand talking anymore, she just didn't want to think about the predicament. What struck her as odd though was that her captor had not shown himself during that whole time.

"Christian?" She said quietly one night, knowing that she couldn't sleep without knowing the answer. "Why hasn't he come down to have his way with me yet?"

"Like I said, he doesn't reveal himself until he feels the time is right." Christian shrugged lightly. "Your guess is as good as mine as to the right time."

"Can I ask you another question?" She inquired after a moment of silence.

"I don't see why not, we're roommates after all." She heard him chuckle and then sit up in bed. "What is it?"

"This is a bit awkward but I don't want to lose my virginity to that kind of man." Mary had been thinking about this during her stay, and she knew that she didn't want to lose her most precious possession to someone who would kidnap her and chain her up in the basement. "Would you make love to me?"

"Mary." He said almost breathlessly. "I... are you sure about this?"

Mary heard him stand up and she could almost feel the clinking links of chain dragging across the floor as he approached her wordlessly, obviously waiting for an answer. She looked up at him for a moment and marveled at his eyes, she watched them change from a greenish gray color to a sort of blue. It wasn't uncommon for some people's eyes to change color with their mood but she had never witnessed it first hand before. She put a hand on his cheek and smiled a little. "You seem like a good man, and honestly I'd rather it be a good man than the person that chained me up in here."

"You'd be surprised, but I guess I could consider myself a good man." He shrugged lightly and leaned forward, kissing her lips fleetingly.

Mary was trembling as his lips met hers. She could feel his soft hands caressing her cheek and she closed her eyes and whimpered under her breath. The foreign feeling of someone kissing her was an interesting experience, it was her first kiss. She grabbed onto the back of his head when he tried to pull back and prolonged the kiss, pushing her tongue into his mouth, probing the warm wet interior. As she pulled back finally she put her hands on his chest and smiled a little. He was shirtless and wearing long pajama bottoms as if they were at some sort of sleep over. His chest was a little hairy but not overly so. She giggled lightly as she ran her fingers through the hair of his chest and looked up at him.

"What?" He said through a growing smile.

"My father would be going insane if he knew I was 'philandering' with a human." Having put on a spaghetti strapped tight fitting shirt her ample endowment was definitely showing some cleavage. She had also selected a pair of short shorts, hoping that he would approve. Without another word she hooked her fingers into the stretch-fitting pants and pulled them down his legs along with his boxers. She had never seen a man's penis before, his stood out a little, it didn't look huge like she thought it would but his balls were enormous, dangling low.

"You can touch it, go ahead." He looked down at her as he stood up to full height and put his hand on hers, guiding it forward.

Mary ran her fingers across it and marveled as it began to grow instantly, instinctively she cupped her hand around the shaft and stroked it a bit drawing a moan from him. To her amazement it grew to at least seven inches in length and about two in diameter. With her eyes wide she touched the head of his cock with the tip of her finger. She watched him jerk involuntarily, instantly knowing that was a sensitive spot. She grabbed him by his bare ass cheeks and pulled him forward, putting her mouth on his head and suckling gently on it for a moment. Once she had a feel for it she tried putting a little more into her mouth. She couldn't get it all in but she got as much as she could in without gagging. When he grabbed her hand and moved it up to his balls she massaged them gently as she bobbed her head back and forth on him.

When he pulled away she didn't understand at first until he laid himself on the bed and patted his chest. She smiled and straddled his chest with her legs, pushing her ass backward so he could have a good view. She took his dick back into her lips and sucked gently upon it, using her fingers to caress his balls. Her gasp was louder than she intended as she felt his nose run up along her wet little crevasse. She could fell his hands gripping her ass as he placed soft kisses on her thighs and on the light blue shorts she wore. When he pushed them aside and ran his tongue across her wet slit she gasped and put a hand over her mouth, unable to concentrate on pleasing him anymore.

His fingers spread her a little and he thrust his tongue into her just a bit, but that was enough. She shivered involuntarily as an orgasm hit her, it was much more intense than when she pleasured herself. It felt like lightning hitting her system. She sighed and laid her head down on his thigh, using her hand to stroke him a bit as she lay there and enjoy the feeling of his tongue piercing her at a slow pace. His tongue exited her hole and he ran it across her slit again, this time from the top, hitting her clit in just the right way she buckled and let her weight fall down on him, panting. "Oh god it feels so good."

"It only gets better." He said quietly as he tugged the shorts down her legs and past her feet, tossing them aside.

She shed the top as well and turned around, her knees resting next to his hips she could feel him pulsating against her as she moved her ass backward and rubbed it against her sopping wet pussy. Using her hand she pulled it forward and pushed the tip into her lips, using her legs to guide her and moving at her own pace. He was huge, she could feel herself spreading wide as she took more and more of him into her but she was wet enough that it didn't hurt much, it was just uncomfortable. She felt her hymen break and grunted a bit before continuing.

"Take it slow, we have all night baby doll." He said softly as he caressed her thighs and moved his hands upward to knead her breasts gently.

Mary moaned as she felt him pinch her nipples just a little. Once she was sure she could take it she finished burying his shaft inside of her by pushing her ass down to touch his boys. Bucking her hips gently forward she quickly found she liked the deep penetration he offered. After a moment of riding him that way she pulled her hips upward and felt the wet and sticky cock pull out almost to the tip then she pushed herself back down onto it. With his manhood buried so deep within her she felt herself building to another orgasm.

"Oh god, I'm gonna come." She groaned as she lay down on his chest and nibbled on his ear softly. She worked her hips faster and faster and started in surprise as she felt a wet finger enter her from the rear. The foreign feeling heightened the pleasure she felt and only spurred her on faster. Each thrust and groan made her come so much closer and she felt him getting close to, he was hard, so hard that she thought it must be painful.

"Take me from behind." Mary pulled herself off of him and turned around, leaning forward on the bed with her breasts touching the sheets and her face pressed down she waved her ass at him and grinned. When she felt the tip of his cock touch her puckered little ass she pulled away and shook her head. "Not there, not yet anyway."

Once she had established what she wanted she moaned as he slid himself inside of her and put his hands on her hips. She felt him grip down onto her and pull her back forcefully against him. Christian's cock buried itself deeply within and he pulled backward not long after, taking up a slow rhythm of thrusting that suited her just fine. She could hear him groaning and she knew he wanted to release but she didn't want it to end so quickly on her first time. She reached backward and squeezed his balls lightly, attempting to prolong the sex as long as she could.

She smiled when he grunted in response and slowed down even further. Pulling her upward he put his chest against her and reached an arm around her thighs, using his fingers to caress the hood of her slit gently. With a gasp and a tightening of her muscles she came again and soaked him with a wet slurping sound. His fingers were gently as he moved them up and down then side to side slowly, using her sensitive area to coax her onward. She had to fight not to yell out so she instead put her arm backward and grabbed onto his ass, pulling him forward violently. "Fuck me, fuck me please, I want to feel you come inside."

He didn't ask any questions about that and she didn't care. The feeling of his balls slapping against her slit and his fingers dabbling gently around her clitoris almost made her lose consciousness as she had a bone-rattling orgasm that forced her to bite down on her finger to keep from shouting. She felt him almost swell up as he began spilling a huge load deep inside of her. "Oh my god, what have I been missing out on?"

"Apparently a lot." He said with a smile as he leaned his sweaty smooth-skinned body against her back and kissed her neck gently.

"Mmm." She moaned against the attention and pulled herself off of him only to flex her muscles and let his hot juices splatter out of her and onto the sheets and her legs. "I need a shower."

"Sounds like a good idea." He replied with a smile as he followed her into the bathroom.

She turned on the water, she liked it nice and hot. Once it was to a temperature of her liking she stepped into the soft spray of water and beckoned him in with one finger. Once he was inside and in the water she leaned her back against the tiles and pulled him forward, kissing his lips deeply with her tongue. She could still taste herself on his lips. She was sweet tasting. "I taste good."

"That you do." He said as he pressed his body against her and began nibbling at her neck.

She looked down at his crotch with wide eyes as she realized that he was still hard after all of that. Without question she let him lift her leg high and drape it around his waist. Her lips felt a little sore but that didn't stop her from letting him slide himself inside once again. From this angle he couldn't get as deep but she didn't care, it felt good. Mary closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure putting her arms around his torso as he used one hand to hold her leg up and the other to brace himself against the wall. He pounded her hard, not hard enough to hurt her but hard enough for her to feel his dangling little friends slam against her over and over with each thrust.

His hard cock made her all the more wet, she could feel it sliding inside of her like some invader in her body. It felt good to say the least so she trailed her hands downward and dug her fingers into his ass, scratching just enough to leave a mark. Her hands urged him onward as she pulled him against her and jumped up, wrapping both of her legs around his waist. He stood up full and put his hands under her ass, bouncing her up and down against him as if she weighed nothing.

Mary couldn't help but gasp as she felt herself coming close again. Her mind threatened to shut down and she felt as if she was going to black out but in the end she felt a light spray of hot juices slather her insides and she gripped at him with her muscles, moaning and groaning uncontrollably. "Oh my god, you're a monster."

"You haven't seen the half of it." He said through a grin as he kissed her deeply again.

Once they were done cleaning themselves off they exited the shower and bathroom, putting on the same clothes that they had on before. When he laid down in his bed she snuggled up beside him and reveled in the smell of his body. It was a mix of clean and sex that she found quite alluring. "I'm glad I could enjoy sex at least once before..."

He put a finger on her lips and shook his head. "Don't talk about it, don't think about it. We just had a wonderful time in each others arms."

"You're right." She said with a nod. "That was amazing, I wish I had known before hand how nice it could feel."

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed it." His grin was wide, it was obvious that he was enjoying the praise.

Mary enjoyed lying there in his arms, even though she didn't really know him she felt like she had made the right decision in letting him be her first. Snuggling up against his bare chest she inhaled his scent again and smiled up at him. Noticing the look on his face, a melancholy demeanor for sure she stared for a moment in confusion. "What is it?"

"You have to know that I love you." He said in a soft voice.

"What do you mean? We've only known each other for a short time, how can you say something like that?" She was confused, that was obvious. She had always been one to wear her emotions on her shoulder, under the circumstances she had been repressing them for obvious reasons.

"I just wanted someone to love me." He said softly as he slid himself out from under her and knelt down by the bed.

"You're creeping me out Christian." She replied in a small voice. When she heard a click and the shackle fell away from his ankle her eyes went wide and she looked up at his face, not understanding at first but then it hit her like a ton of bricks. "You're the one that kidnapped me."

"I just wanted you to love me." He said in a strangely emotionless voice.

As he began to approach her with his arms by his sides and his eyes glued to her fast she knew that this was the end, she could feel it. Mary closed her eyes and thought of her life, however brief it was, and had no regrets. She knew it was the end.