Chapter 18—Hurt—Marc-André

Some days I feel broke inside

But I won't admit

Sometimes I just wanna hide

'Cause it's you I miss

And it's so hard to say goodbye

 

 

Max and Belle were gone, I didn't know where they were I was back in my room with the door closed and with a blindfold on. It had been silent for awhile then I heard shuffling and voices.

"Sasha you need to kill him now I can't protect you much longer." I didn't recognize this voice so I figured it had been the third man with the group from earlier.

"I need to make sure I do it right, I want him to suffer I can't do it quick it's not fun like that." Sasha had said this and I was so confused.

"I can only protect you for today; the Pittsburgh Police are on your trail." Good maybe I do have a chance.

"Fine, but you have to promise we will find a good place to hide and kill the next one so I can torture him longer."

"I promise my dear, now go take care of business." Business, BUSINESS!!!! What the hell?!?!?! These people are sick. I started to feel sick. Belle and Max were god knows where, in god knows what condition. I think I'm going to throw up.

I heard the lock on the door click, it then flung open. I heard someone walk in I was slapped across the face. "I'm sure you heard what I just said, even though death will come soon, believe me it will be painful!" I wouldn't have it any other way. Really this bitch was sick in the fucking head. She walked back out of the room I heard scrambling outside of the room. Something with a squeaky wheel was brought into the room. I took my mind to every happy moment I had ever had when I first got my goalie pads, my first game, my first shutout, my first kiss, the day I met Max, the day I got drafted, when I played my first NHL game….and my last. I went too far with my thoughts now I was so upset I didn't want to die I was too young. This seemed like a movie, something that couldn't happen.

All of a sudden I felt something cold and metal against my chest before I had a chance to think I felt it dig deep. I felt it dig in more than a few times. She took my Blindfold off just in time for me to see her grab a bottle off the cart next to her and throw it on me. My chest was on fire I felt like it was going to fall off I was screaming. I felt like I was standing outside of my body watching everything that was going on. I saw her grab an ice pick she headed for my face with it. All of a sudden Max lunged at her, after a little of a struggle I saw the Ice pick go into Max's leg he immediately grabbed it and lay on the floor. Sasha had turned to see Belle in the door way. Sasha grabbed the other Ice Pick and headed towards Belle, as Belle tried to fight her I saw Max go up behind her and stab her in the neck with the Ice pick she had stabbed into his leg. She grabbed her neck and fell to the ground.

Max walked over to me and unlocked my arms from the wall when I put them down it was so much relief. "We need to get out of here NOW!" Max was grabbing my arm and dragging me out. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Belle stumble and almost fall over by the wall. I ignored it hoping she had just tripped.

"I don't think I can walk on my own power, and you're weak too." I looked at his leg which had lost a lot of blood.

"'Tis but a flesh wound. I'll be fine let's go now." I started to follow Max but Belle hadn't followed.

"Belle, come on."

"I'll hang back a little so that I can make sure they aren't following you." I took this as an acceptable answer.

"Ok I'll see you outside, maybe we can go and get some nice steaks!"

"Sounds good to me."

Max and I started to walk out through winding hallways, we could see and hear the outside but it seemed like we couldn't get to it no matter how hard we tried. Suddenly we found a hallway that looked familiar. We were about 10 feet from the door when all of a sudden we heard an explosion we ran outside and fell onto the lawn as the entire hospital burst into flames. I'm pretty sure Max was just as shocked as I was Belle couldn't have survived that. I was so emotionally drained that I just started to bawl partly because Belle was probably dead and partly because I was free. Sasha was dead…and I WAS FREE. Max and I looked back and there was a tall, thin man walking up to us with dress pants a button up shirt and a badge on his belt. Before he started talking I saw the word Pittsburgh on his belt and I instantly relaxed.

"Max?" This was the man's first reaction.

"I may have looked at the papers on your desk." Max's response…did I expect less?

"That's not protocol but I will let it slip considering that if it wasn't for you we probably wouldn't have found Marc."

"I'm glad that I helped you guys do that."

"Thank you. Now let's get you both to a hospital."

"But, Belle!" I couldn't help it.

"Who's Belle?" The man looked more confused than ever.

"She helped us escape too and she was in….." I trailed off he helped me up and over to the ambulance. He knew not to prod.

I was on my way home.

And Belle was gone.

Chapter—17 One Chance—Max

I will never let you fall

I'll stand up with you forever

I'll be there for you through it all

even if saving you sends me to heaven.

 

I was in the dark, and my head hurt. I was on the cold floor. I tried to move but I couldn't I could feel that my hands and legs were tied. I opened my eyes, for a surprise I wasn't blindfolded. Belle was in the corner tied up as well but she was not awake. I looked around frantically for Marc. I couldn't find him or anyone else besides Belle and me. I tried calling Belle's name, nothing, no response. I was afraid that she was hurt worse than I thought. I tried to wriggle myself out of my ropes it was of no use, and plus I was getting a rope burn. I thought about everything and I couldn't get my mind off Marc I needed to get out of here my thoughts would not change I didn't care if I died as long as he lived. I rolled over to Belle and started to nudge her. She made a few noises and started to wake up.

"Belle, we need to still get out of here" She was still out of it but she started to work against her ropes for a couple minutes it was useless, but just as I had thought she was done, one of her arms wriggled free. She moved both out of her ropes and started to untie her foot she looked really dizzy and that is when I saw the dried blood on the side of her face. After she untied her feet she got up to go behind me and untie my hands she immediately fell back to the ground and put her head between her knees. I cared about her but I couldn't do anything till my hands were untied, so I turned so that she could untie my ropes. She did I took about 5 minutes to untie all my ropes then I took off my shirt and wet it with some water from the edge of the room where it had leaked in and cleaned her wound, she hadn't said a word since she woke up. "Are you ok?"

"I…I'm…I'll be okay, you need to find Marc. The things that Sasha told me, all of the things that she does before she kills them." Belle started to tear up, this couldn't be good. "She tortures them and it's not just normal torture, she uses what is left in the buildings she picks." This was a…

"But where in a…" I couldn't…what…no….this was an old mental hospital. I didn't want to think about it, the things I learned in school about old mental hospital's was scary, I mean like the people who ran them should have been committed themselves for what they did.

"We need to find him now." She stood up and walked towards the door of the room it was locked. She walked to the cabinet and found the keys on the inside of the door. "Jason is not smart, actually that would be a compliment, no he is a moron." She opened the door and started to sneak around looking for Marc's room. I had no idea where we were because apparently Sasha, Jason, and/or the other man had put us in a part of the hospital I hadn't yet seen. We walked for at least 20 minutes and nothing, not a word or movement. We sat down to try and come up with a game plan plus Belle was light headed from the head hit.

"So what made you join the Suréte de québec?" I was curious and bored but mostly curious.

"I thought I could help people, but I guess they are just a crooked as anyone else." I was surprised by this, wasn't she trying to help Marc.

"But you're helping and aren't they here to help Marc as well?"

"I thought so until I saw my chief standing there with Sasha."

"That's who that third man was? How could he be that crooked without anyone finding out?"

"That's my question as well but I'm not here to find that out Marc is my main concern here."

"True. So are you originally from Québec?"

"Actually I moved up here when I was done with college I lived in Tarentum till I was done with college."

"Where's that?"

"It's about 30 minutes North of Pittsburgh."

"Really?" I was surprised by this. "So, do you speak French?"

"Oui, Je le parle. Mais, seule quand je le besoin"

"Understandable, I speak English mostly because when I play I need to be able to use it." How we went onto the subject of native languages I will never know but we did. She was cool, I'm glad she was here or else I wouldn't have a chance at getting Marc out.

All of a sudden our conversation was stopped by screaming and pleading. We ran towards it and we saw the door to Marc's room open. There was a tray next to him with bottles of chemicals and two Ice picks. Sasha was in front of him taking off his blindfold as I stood there I had seen blood on his chest it looked like she had cut up his chest a little. She then grabbed a bottle of unmarked chemicals off the table and threw it at his chest, again the most piercing scream I had ever heard him let out echoed through the walls of the hospital. I saw her put the bottle back on the cart and pick up an ice pick I knew I had to do something.

Chapter 16—Why?—Marc-André

It's a quarter after one I'm all alone and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without I just need you now

I was in Miami, it was warm, and the palm trees were swaying. I was being brought a Mango Daiquiri by a girl with a coconut bikini, the sun was bright and I was getting a tan. All of a sudden there was a scraping sound, why was there a scraping sound at the beach. I woke up from my dream just to see Belle and Sasha walking into the room. Sasha was talking about all the ways she had killed her past beau's I was getting sick. She said for Belle to watch me while she and Jason went to get some food. I was hungry, I was starved, and I wanted some food other than the little bit of bread that Belle brought me, but I was glad for that. As soon as Sasha had walked out of the room Belle looked at me.

"Do you want some water? I wish there was more I could do for you." I knew Belle wanted to do more but that there was a reason she couldn't and I accepted that. She was the only thing keeping me going.

"Please, and I understand, please don't cry you are the only strength I have left." I didn't want to see her cry because then I would and I needed not to. She turned and walked outside the door. I hung my head down I knew when she came back she would unlock my wrist straps but the keys were outside. I was hanging there thinking about all the games I had played, what I could have done better, where my strengths and weakness were. I swear when I get out of here I will be the best goalie ever, much better than Brodeur. I heard a shuffling out in the hallway I still kept my head down I barely had the strength to lift it. The shuffling came closer I knew it wasn't Belle because she would have already started to help me drink the water. I looked up. It was Max. I wanted to scream at him to get the hell out of here. I wanted to hug him. I wanted to scream at him for being so stupid. I wanted to hide. I've always taken pride in my appearance and strength, and here I was helpless. Max started to tear up. Belle walked over with the water I wanted to push it away I wanted to show that I was strong. I couldn't I just sipped as she held it up for me. After I had taken a few sips, I saw Max hit his knees and start to bawl. Belle took off my wrist straps and I immediately ran over to Max and hugged him.

"I should be the one comforting you not you comforting me." Max babbled in his tears. Had I not been used to this I would have never understood it but when Max was drunk and upset this was usually the scene.

"You know I'm always the one to comfort you." Max looked up at me I couldn't tell what was going through his mind.

"We need to get out of here now. I've seen the way out."

"Max I can barely walk I'm too weak."

"I'll carry you; please we need to go now."

"It's already getting late Sasha will be back any second."

"We can run; if she comes we can hide"

"There's no way, and what about Belle? What will happen to her?"

"I, I'm not thinking, we just need to get out of here."

"Look guys, I don't know why my boss hasn't given me the ok." Bell had said this out of nowhere, I was pretty sure she was scared. "But, I'm not comfortable staying here, I'm with Max we should get out of here I can help carry you." I wasn't about to argue.

"We have to go now if we are going anywhere." They both picked me up under each arm. We were walking out, when we rounded the corner Sasha was standing there; she was with Jason and another man I didn't know. They started to walk towards us Belle just froze I didn't know what was going through her head. Sasha motioned to Jason and he walked towards me grabbed me off of Belle and Max and walked me back to the room. Max tried to punch Jason, Jason being well over six-foot was able to knock him down easily. I couldn't take seeing my friends hurt, before Jason had taken me into the other room I saw Sasha walk up to Belle, she slapped her in the face then kneed her in the stomach. Belle fell to the ground, that's when I was back in the other room, chained and blindfolded. I heard some shuffling for about 5 or 10 minutes. Then the door was shut and locked.

Chapter 15—Sneaky, Sneaky—Max

So if you feel that your soul is dying

And you need the strength to keep trying

I'll reach out and take your hand

 

So I waited for Belle to leave before turning off the water that I had turned on so she would think I was taking a shower. I ran down the stairs and quickly flew out the door. She was just rounding the corner; I kept my distance but I had to follow her, I couldn't stay back. I finally saw her walk into a place that was old and vine grown, I figured this was where Marc was. I hung back; after she was out of sight I again walked her path. There was a door barely on its hinges; I walked through it trying to be as quiet as I could. I laughed to myself a little thinking about how Marc would probably trip over it and knock it over. I laughed, I laughed, I hadn't laughed since the day Marc was kidnapped I was so giddy at the moment. I was like a kid at Christmas time and Marc was my present, I was so close I could picture it.

I walked down a long hallway it was raining outside and I could hear the rain falling into some of the rooms. I was trying to pick up on voices I could hear some in the distance, I kept walking nothing was going to stop me. I saw a room with a lock on the door, there was no one around and the other voices were far down the hallway. I knew something was out of order because in this old place there wouldn't be a new lock on an old door. I leaned against it I couldn't hear anything, I wanted to break the lock but I was afraid of getting caught and then not being able to help. I stood there for a few minutes contemplating what I should do. I heard someone coming down the hall I looked around for somewhere to hide there was a tall cabinet off to the side so I ran into their and hid.

Not one of my best choices the things that were in there I wish I hadn't seen. There were whips, a scalpel set, knives, broken glass; I didn't want to look anymore. I started to cry my happiness that I was so close to finding Marc turned into utter fear of how he was. I heard two female voices talking, I recognized them both one was Sasha's which made me start seeing red and the other one was Belle's. Sasha was telling Belle all about how she had killed off her other Beau's I don't know how Belle didn't want to kill her, I knew I did. I heard keys being fumbled with then I heard the lock click. The door creaked open I didn't hear anything for awhile. I was getting worried, 5 minutes, 10 minutes. I heard someone walking to the cabinet that I was in, oh shit I was in trouble. The cabinet door swung open and there was Belle, thank God, although she didn't look happy.

"What the hell are you doing here? Do you not understand the meaning of lay low?" Bell was very quiet but if she could have yelled she would've.

"I….I just….I don't know…he's my best friend...what would you do?" She didn't respond she just grabbed a glass off the top shelf; I grabbed her wrist I didn't want anything bad to happen.

"Don't worry, Sasha left with Jason she'll be back in a half hour, you need to leave." I wanted to shove her down; I wanted to go to Marc now.

"Can I please see him? Why can't we just run now? Get out of here?" I was confused couldn't she just leave with Marc and someone would just arrest Sasha when she came back?

"I don't know if you should it's not a pretty sight." She stared into my eyes, her heart was breaking but I wasn't sure why. "I would get him out of here, I've been trying to get permission from my chief but he won't give me the command. Believe me I've thought about it." She was crying, I knew what she said had to be true. I need to see Marc now.

"I don't care how bad he is I need to make sure he knows I'm here and he's in good hands." She let me past her, I walked slowly towards the door, and I felt like I was being pulled away from the door. I finally rounded the corner Marc's head was hanging down and his breathing was shallow, he had yet to see me, I wanted to turn back and not let him see me. I knew he wouldn't want me to see him this way. He never did like people to see any weakness in him, this was one reason he hated himself after a bad game. I took a few steps forward he lifted his head slightly and saw me. I could tell he was feeling so many emotions at that moment, sadness, fear, embarrassment, comfort, or at least that's what I hoped he was feeling. I couldn't be sure he didn't say a word to me he just stared. Belle walked past me with the glass filled with water and helped Marc drink it. I could tell how weak he was at this very moment. I wanted to do anything I could for him at that moment, I wanted to get him a steak, I wanted to get him McDonalds Chicken nuggets, I wanted to hug him, and I wanted to tell him that he was one of the best people that I ever knew. I wanted to get him out of there. I broke down and started to cry. I fell to my knees and I bawled like a baby. Not more than 2 minutes later I felt someone wrap their arms around me. It was Marc, this made me cry even harder because he was the one that should be crying and I should be comforting him. But as it stood he was braver than I could have ever been.

I was getting him out. NOW!

Chapter 14—What am I going to do?—Jennifer

Who was I to make you wait

Just one chance

Just one breath

Just in case there's just one left

 

I went home and bawled, to see someone in pain and not being able to stop the monster doing this. I knew when I had got home it was midnight, I must have fallen asleep out of exhaustion from bawling, when I woke up it was around 9 AM. I decided to go get a shower, I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked like hell but I knew Marc looked worse. I stepped into the shower letting the hot water hit me, it was a moment of relaxation, and then I started to cry again realizing that Marc had none of this. Was he eating? Was he sleeping? I felt like a mother but it was now my goal to keep him safe. I stepped out of the shower I looked a little better. I decided to throw sprunch spray on my hair and go. I threw on some jeans and a plaid shirt I also grabbed Marc's watch, I wasn't sure why but I did. I then decided to go to Starbucks coffee it's a nice start to the morning.

"Venti Vanilla bean Frappé please." The guy at the counter gave my order to the barista and I went to the end of the counter to wait. I noticed a guy staring at me from a table; he looked like he hadn't seen a shower in awhile or a shaver. When his glance caught mine he shifted uncomfortably and looked down at the floor before deciding to leave. I grabbed my drink and headed for the door I looked out and there he was waiting on a bench outside. I didn't know if he was waiting for me or what but the apartment was only five blocks away, so I ignored him and started to walk. I was about a good block away before I decided to turn around and check the bench, he was gone. I decided that it was a fluke and I kept walking I was almost at my apartment, I got to the door and unlocked it, just as I was about to walk in I was pushed in from behind and the door was closed and locked. It was dark in the apartment because I kept my blinds and curtains closed for obvious reasons.

"Whoever you are don't hurt me, I'll give you what you want." I said I could hear the person pacing. I don't believe that they knew just what they were doing, I then heard muttering it was a man. He kept muttering to himself 'what am I doing?' "Look just tell me what you want, I can help you."

"I just….I don't know what to say…Where did you get the watch?" I was shocked by this, who was he and why did he want to know about the watch.

"It's just a trinket someone gave me, if you want it you can have it."

"Who gave it to you?"

"Why is it so important to you?"

"I just…It looks like my best friend's watch." After he said this he broke down crying, I had a feeling that I did have his friend's watch. I needed to know who this man was.

"Who is your friend?"

"His name…is…Marc…he was kidnapped by some psychotic bitch…and I don't know if I'll ever see him again and it's driving me to my wits end. I'm sorry for what I've done I shouldn't have but I just…" I wasn't sure if I could break my identity but I just had to.

"What is your name?"

"It's Max, please don't call the cops, I can give you money anything I just don't want to go to jail."

"Don't worry about that. First off my name is Jennifer I work for the Sûreté du Québec; I am on an undercover assignment. I am on Marc's case, this is his watch and he is still alive." Max's mouth was just hanging open he didn't say anything, he looked at me for more information. "I had to befriend Sasha to try and get to Marc, well I did, he's not in the best of shape but he's still alive. It makes me sick to see him there, I'm still trying to think how I'm going to get him out." At this point I could tell that Max was getting angry, he stood up and just slammed his fist into the wall.

"Where is he?"

"I'm not sure it would be best to tell you where."

He took my hands, and looked at me. "Look, Marc is my best friend I've known him forever, I want to help. I'm not leaving Toronto without him."

"I understand and I'm trying to work things out, if you want you can stay here, but I think it would be best if you hung low for a little bit." I then remembered Sasha mentioning something about a Max yesterday to Marc and I remember her promise to kill him as well.

"I guess I could, but I want to help you."

"I really think that you should lay low."

"I can't just sit around while my best friend is being tortured by that bitch."

"Look, from what I know I'm telling you this. I will let you help where I see fit and I promise to keep you informed but please promise me you will lay low."

"I guess I can promise that, but you'll promise me to keep me in the loop?" I could see that not seeing Marc was killing him.

"I promise, now make yourself at home, go grab a shower" please "and help yourself to some food." I needed to still meet Sasha tonight, how was I going to get out of the house without nebby following. I know he promised to lay low but, I decided it was best to play it safe. "I'm going out for awhile my cell number is on the counter if you need me for any reason." I headed out the door and hoped that I wouldn't have to worry about him following me for at least today.

Chapter 13—Hopless—Marc-André

The morning will come.

In the press of every kiss

With your head upon my chest

Where I will annoy you

With every waking breath

Until you decide to wake up

 

What was going on with my life, or what I had left of it? Don't get me wrong I didn't give up hope but sometimes you have to consider all possibilities and I was at that point. I had a lot of time to think, this never bode well for me, ever. I just thought of every moment with my friends, the parties, the times I wanted to kill them, kill Max most of my memories focused around the team and Max. He had stood by me when I had my bad games and celebrated with me through the good ones. I felt like giving up, I just wanted to die, I didn't want anyone getting hurt trying to save me. Death would be a mercy at this point, so that wouldn't happen; Sasha would show me no mercy. She barely fed me, she kept me in a room that was freezing I was always chained. During the day I was chained standing up, at least at night I was allowed to lay down. I couldn't get rid of the pain in my shoulders. I had no idea what time it was although I was guessing evening I had been chained for awhile. I heard talking down the hallway and then I heard the lock open up, it was the most dreaded sound…ever.

She walked into the room with another female about my age. This girl was beautiful I had no idea what she was doing with Sasha. "This is what happens when the man you plan to milk of all their money unexpectedly decides to break up with you. Although I don't think it was all his decision, I believe a lot of it was because of his Best Friend Max. Wonder if he'll come searching for you?" She grabbed my chin and forced me to look at her. "If he does that just means more money for me, and another dead player."

I couldn't take her anymore. "You're a psychotic bitch."

"Darling, words can only hurt so much." She grabbed skin on the side of my abs and dug her nails in and twisted, I held my tongue I didn't want to give her the pleasure of my scream. "I can hurt you so much worse. You must meet my new friend her name is Belle." I didn't know how to respond, how this beauty could be with an evil creature like Sasha I would never know.

"Bonsoir Marc." She looked like she had more to say but I held my tongue not knowing anything anymore.

"Marc my name is Jennifer I am with Sûreté du Québec I don't have time to explain right now but I am trying to help you. I'm not quite sure on how to get you out of here yet things are happening so fast that I have yet to make a plan. I promise you though I will figure something out. I will try and protect you as much as I can, which sadly means befriending the enemy. She's coming back, I'm sorry" I just stared at her I didn't know what to say. I nodded maybe things would work out, maybe I would get out, I grinned for a quick second then decided it would be better for her protection and mine if I didn't smile. Sasha walked back into the room.

"Ah Belle, I think you need to show him why you are here." Sasha had a whip in her hand, I prepared myself for the worst. "He needs to be punished for the comment he made to me earlier." Belle was looking at me for forgivness, this is what she meant by sorry. She had yet to take the whip from Sasha and Sasha not being patient put the whip in her hand and forced her to swing it. I swore that I would never give her the pleasure of letting her know that I was in pain, I was quiet. "See it's as easy as that, about 9 more will do the trick I'll leave it up to you how hard you do it."

Belle started to whip me. I counted down in my head…9…8…I thought about being home, playing some hockey with the guys…7…6…I let myself hang limp trying to ignore what was happening…5…4…I thought about my family and all the times we've been together…3…2…1…I wanted to die my sides were burning but at least Belle wasn't as bad as Sasha. I knew what Belle had done was an act of mercy. Sasha walked over, my head was hanging down but I could hear every click of her heels. She grabbed my chin and roughly lifted it so I could see her face. "Maybe you'll learn before you're dead although I doubt it. Still such a shame, I bet you Max blames himself for this." I knew it was true, I wanted to cry, I wanted to see Max to tell him that this wasn't his fault. "Belle," Sasha called, when Sasha had lifted my head I could see that Belle was still looking at me with tears in her eyes. I understood, she had to be blaming herself as well, I wanted her to smile. I wanted no one to suffer except for Sasha. It made me hurt even worse when I saw the tears in Belle's eyes. "Come with me I have something to show you." Belle followed Sasha out of the room and left the door open, for once I wanted her to shut it. I wanted to break down. Sasha had been gone for maybe 10 minutes then I heard her heels walking back down the hallway.

She didn't lift my head she just said this to me "just think about this, if she is in cahoots with you she will die as well." I couldn't she was here to help me, I really hoped that we could both get out of here without getting hurt. Sasha slammed the door, and I bawled.

Chapter 12—Bringing in a Newbie— Vanessa

(She's) He's the devil in disguise

A snake with blue eyes

And (she) he only comes out at night

Gives you feelings that you don't want to fight

You better run for your life

 

So I met this girl today maybe she could be my new recruit, and if she didn't like it I'd kill her. Plain and simple I hated being alone with Jason and it would be nice to have another girl around. I saw the look she had when Marc looked at her. I walked her over to him. "This is what happens when the man you plan to milk of all their money unexpectedly decides to break up with you. Although I don't think it was all his decision, I believe a lot of it was because of his Best Friend Max. Wonder if he'll come searching for you?" I grabbed Marc's chin and made him look at me. "If he does that just means more money for me, and another dead player."

"You're a psychotic bitch."

"Darling, words can only hurt so much." I grabbed some skin on his side and twisted it; he turned to his side in pain. "I can hurt you so much worse. You must meet my new friend her name is Belle." He didn't say a word he knew better at least, for the moment.

"Bonsoir Marc." I was surprised by her sweet tone, time to see if she was really ready to be around me.

I went outside the room for a moment, I could see her talking to him, and I didn't know what she was saying but I grabbed a whip out of the cabinet that Jason was sitting next to.

"Do I get to whip him now?" Jason looked up at me excited at the thought of inflicting pain.

"Not you, her, I need to see if she is really here for the right reasons." Jason looked sad but eventually understood.

"Ah Belle, I think you need to show him why you are here." I held the whip in my hand and let it drop. "He needs to be punished for the comment he made to me earlier." Belle was looking at me like a scared puppy, she was new this was to be expected. So I took the whip placed it in her hand, drew it back and forced her to whip him. "See it's as easy as that, about 9 more will do the trick I'll leave it up to you how hard you do it."

She started to whip him on each side of his abs I counted down in my head…9…8…7…6…he was hanging by his wrist straps about ready to pass out…5…4…3…2…1…He was hanging there like a rag doll. I was proud of Belle she did as I asked. I remembered that she liked jewelry, I should reward her, it was kind of like having a puppy I liked this. I grabbed Marc's chin again and forced him to look right at me. "Maybe you'll learn before you're dead although I doubt it. Still such a shame, I bet you Max blames himself for this." He his eyes looked into mine, he knew what I was saying was true. I let my hand go and his chin fell back towards the ground. "Belle," she turned towards me, she still looked upset. "Come with me I have something to show you." She followed behind me I took her to the room I was staying in there. I showed her my jewelry box. "Pick anything."

She picked up Marc's watch. "This is very nice."

"That's Marc's favorite watch; it's yours if you want it."

"Thank you Vanessa, I think I'm going to head home now."

"Would you like to come back tomorrow?"

"I would love to, what time."

"Come early, get some rest, I want to tell you stories tomorrow."

"Au revoir."

"Bonsoir, see you tomorrow"

She left I headed back into the cell, I looked at Marc "just think about this if she is in cahoots with you she will die as well." He said nothing, I walked out of the room slammed the door and headed to bed.