Run Jesse- Part 6

               If she thought the first night was rough, the second wasn't much better, or the third, or the fourth.

               After awhile she lost count of the number of nights she woke to find herself alone in the darkness, trapped in whatever reality he chose for her that night.

               Ohh if only she could have stayed that way, she thought as he'd step out of the darkness, staring her down with those soulless black eyes of his.

               Every night, he'd come for her, and every night she'd turn and run, determined that this time would be different-- that this time, she would get away.

               But no matter how far or how hard she ran, no matter how hard she fought or tried to get away, he always found her, he always caught her.

               "Who are you?" she demanded of him, angry as she glared up at him from where she sat on the stone floor of the dungeon he'd fashioned on that particular night. "Why are you doing this?!" she demanded angrily, her voice cracking, broken as though she'd screamed until her voice was almost nonexistent as she glared up at him accusingly.

               He could see the trails of tears on her face, cutting through the dirt on her flesh, and he lifted his gaze to the cut just above her left temple, seeing a thin trail of blood trickling down over her cheek, the red becoming diluted by her tears as it made its way down to her chin.

               Hearing the quiet sound of metal clinking as he saw her shift before him, he lowered his dark gaze between them, trailing his eyes over the heavy shackles that bound her hands together, and the chain that bound her to the center of the chamber, just past her bare feet.

               "I'm innocent," her choked voice brought him to lift his eyes to meet her gaze again, and he could see the pain that lined her face as their eyes held in that moment, seeing the imploring look in her eyes.

               Suddenly, his eyes darkened before her, his expression shifting over as he regarded her, and just as suddenly, he swung his foot out, catching her hard across the side of the face and sending her flying off to one side, making her cry out and lift her hand to press it against her face, where he'd kicked her as he stood towering over her, a hungry look in his eyes as he regarded her.

               "Precisely," he purred with a wicked and cruel sort of grin, turning on his heel and crossing to close the door of her cell, closeting them away alone together as the sound of the slamming cell door echoed throughout the rest of the dungeon where he was holding her captive.

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