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Russell walked along the dark empty corridor, his footsteps echoing. He arrived at the cell and unlocked it. He stepped in and looked at the room that stank of misery and death. Many deaths. But he still had work to do. Of course there wasn’t much actually left to do. He surveyed the room, his eyes stopping on Jackie’s limp body. Something inside him gave away, but he fought it viciously. “Russell?” her weak voice… did things to him. He didn’t want to feel…he didn’t want to die again. Not again. It had happened once… it wouldn’t happen again. “Awake, my sweet?” He smirked. Jackie looked up helplessly. He was still so handsome…so cruel. Still in her heart. Russell’s sadistic joy faded when he saw the pain, the love in those blue eyes. How could she…she knew what he was now…and still, he could read the love in her eyes. No!!!! There was blood trickling down her face…he smiled. Pain… the power of it intoxicated him…pain on her perfect features…her beautiful face. His eyes snapped open. This was utterly ridiculous! He couldn’t stop thinking about her! At all! He glared at her. Jackie looked at Russell and she felt her heart break. He hated her. She could see the hate in those eyes. Those eyes that had seen her through so many things and that had once comforted her. She still loved him. Just her luck. Nothing in her life ever went right. She had fallen in love with a sadistic murderer, who was her family’s worst enemy. But he was no Romeo. He was cold, cruel, sadistic… and handsome. However, it wasn’t his looks that had captured her heart. It was the look that his eyes held. An intense and intimidating look that had others looking away, but behind it she had sensed his hurt and broken heart. Russell squirmed under her gaze. She was giving him that look that made him feel as if she could see right through him. He looked away. “I see you have adjusted to your surroundings. Just as well. I wouldn’t want to take…drastic measures.” He took out a whip and laid it on the counter. Her eyes grew wide. “Russell…y-you wouldn’t.” He smiled at her “Don’t test me on it. For now, I won’t use it. Not on you at least.” He turned to Michael and whipped him hard. Michael woke up with agony throbbing in his stomach. He didn’t open his eyes. So Russell was back. He wouldn’t get anything out of him, no matter what he did. Russell whipped him again and his head snapped back. God, that hurt. The sweat and the blood streaked down his face. “Still not willing to talk Mike?” Michael refused to open his eyes. “Shame. And I had a surprise for you.” Michael ignored his voice, trying hard to see Jackie’s face in his mind, the only thing that had kept him alive this month. “Don’t you want to see your little sweetheart?” Russell asked him. Michael felt something in his chest squeeze. What was he talking about? “Oh, well. You’ll open your eyes soon enough.” He turned around and hit Jackie, causing her to scream in pain. Michael’s eyes snapped open. Against the wall Jackie was chained, her stomach bleeding. No. He felt his heart sink. Not Jackie. She cried, the pain was all too familiar too him. Michael strained against his bonds with desperation. Russell smiled sickeningly. “I knew that would make you react. Now will you talk?” He glared at him. “Let her go.” “Why? We could have so much fun.” He walked up to her placing his filthy hands on her body. “I do have to admire your taste.” “Get the **** off her.” Michael went insane at the sight of Russell’s hands on Jackie. He struggled violently against the chains, surprising even Russell at the intensity of his reaction. Russell looked at Jackie. She was staring at Michael with such pain in her eyes. And something else. He froze. No. She couldn’t still love Michael. That would mean she didn’t love him. Wait…damn she was so confusing!