I've been trying to listen at the stronghold of my door for some evidence of what's taking place downstairs. I was thankful to leave the table but now I'm worried about Jeremy. If something happens to him I will be at the mercy of Carter and that does not bode well for me. He is terrifying and I doubt he'd be as gentle with me as Jeremy has been. Carter seems like a cold killer and I wish I had never made his acquaintance.

I hear footsteps and I'm not sure if it's Jeremy or Carter. I back away from the door and sit on the bed, pretending to be absorbed in a magazine. Luckily, as the door creaks open I see the one face that puts my life at ease. Jeremy is standing there with an odd expression on his face. To my horror, I realize that his hands are stained with blood.

I jump up to help him. I take his hands and lead him to my private suite. I run his hands under soothing, warm water.

"Are you hurt?" I know I must have an extremely worried expression on my face because he's tender with me now. The adrenaline of the moment is pumping out of him and I hope that seeing me helps it to fade.

"Jeremy, did he hurt you?" I am desperate to find out if he's okay. But he looks a tad shocked, instead of reserved and stoic like usual. He's very much in control but something about what happened with Carter seems to have put him on edge.

"I'm so sorry baby," he says to me. "Are you okay? Tell me you're okay. I wanted to be here for you but I had to deal with him first. I'm so sorry that he insulted you and made you feel uncomfortable. I'm sorry about Carter. I'm okay though, don't worry. He didn't hurt me."

He's planting kisses on my face, my forehead, and finally over my lips as though he's desperate to find me and to be reconnected.

"You're okay?" I ask. "Then why the blood? Did you hit him and throw him out? Is that what happened?"

"No, my love. No. I stabbed him." He looks at me, seeking to know my reaction.

"What?" I fall back against the door. His clean hands come to run strokes across my torso, over my red dress. He is pulling my hips toward him. He's pinning me to the door with his weighty body. I'm stunned. I cannot move and it's as if he's trying to contain my confused emotions and he's holding me up with his body as my knees begin to waiver. For a second I think I might pass out from the shock of it all but it slowly dawns on me that Jeremy did this for me. That guy was vicious and he didn't let him get away with it. Something about that, in some twisted realm, turns me on. It confirms our love for each other or something. Every time Jeremy defends me I feel more like I'm his and more like I'm safe. And something about what he did makes me feel alive with pleasure. It scares me that I feel this way.

"Is he dead?"

"No, no of course not. I just wanted to warn him."

"Warn him of what?" I find myself asking.

He takes my face in his hands and looks at me in a way that makes time stand still. "I warned him that you are mine."

My knees nearly give out now as the intensity of what he's saying hits me. There is something erotic and ferocious about his love. I know he loves me. And I love him, so much so that I'm willing to change sides. I'm changing from the side of freedom to the side of darkness. I am choosing for his darkness to overcome me. It feels so good that I let the thought of all his heinous acts run through my blood, making it pump harder and faster. This is love. It's different but anything less wouldn't satisfy me. This is what I want, to be with him like this into eternity. He makes me forget the world around me. The walls swirl and the past is so distant now, as I all I can focus on are those mysterious forest green eyes staring into my soul. There is no going back. I never want to be away from him and I would never breach his trust or confidentiality in any way, I am his forever.

"He's right though Carrie. Carter's right that I tend to break my toys."

I look confidently into his eyes. "Am I a toy to you?"

"Do you think I'm just playing?"

The thought of what he did to Carter turns me on so much and I know that he knows it.

"I know you're not playing."

Those eyes of his entrance me. "Do you miss your family?"

I say as if in a hypnotic trance, "I have no family. You are my family."

He pulls my arms above my head and pins my wrists to the door with one large hand. He pulls my dress up violently and uses his legs to spread me apart. His leg and rock hard cock are pressing up against me and I can't move. I am still. Just his. Waiting to be taken by the force of his desire. I want him to be fulfilled by me and anything he wants or deems to do is okay by me as long as I am his...forever.