"...feeling as good as lovers can..." No. Stop. No, please stop you idiotic alarm. My arm is just flailing around since I'm trying to find my phone so I can get more sleep. After a while of that, I just decide to open my eyes. Which is how I finally get my other 4 senses back and realize I am not at home like I thought I was, and I wish I am.

I fell asleep in some sticky stuff, and surprisingly I didn't have any nightmares. Not about mom, or Bianca, not even about Dylan which is a shock in itself. I shudder at the thought of Dylan as all of last nights memories resurface. Then what I'm lying in is...

I jump out of the bed so fast, it's ridiculous. What to do, what to do. Tears start forming, but I quickly wipe them away. Who knows if he's watching, I don't want to give him the more than probable satisfaction of seeing me break down.

I weakly yet determinedly get to my feet. Holy-! My knees start giving way, and I have to grab onto the nearest thing, which is the bed. And after that, I would like to tell myself walking towards one of the doors will be easy... except I know it's not gonna be. Even still, I brace myself and attempt to walk. Immediately falling down, I feel the tears I tried holding back cascading down my cheeks from how much pain it was just taking one step.

I crawl with the strength I have left to the wooden door with a small glass window... idea! When I do finally get my strength back, even though it feels like I never will, I'll break the glass window then climb out! Yea that seems like a good idea. With that in mind, I start banging on the door in hopes that Dylan is on the other side. "Dylan! Dylan, open up you moron! Dam, it if you're gonna keep me in here, at least be civilized enough to change the sheets! Gods, it's disgusting! And can I at least bathe, my gods!"

I jump when Dylan comes in the room through the black door on the opposite side of the room. He also looks angry, therefore speaking I definitely regret calling him a moron. Because if I remember anything from our past relationship, he is anything but. "What do you want?" He literally growls. I quickly put my head down and in a timid voice ask if he can change the sheets and get me my clothes. "No I won't change the sheets because we're gonna have fun in every room in this castle, then when we run out of places... well let's just say we're gonna do this until we run out of places in the USA causing us to go to another country, so we can keep having fun," that scares me, but it still didn't answer why he won't change the sheets.

I gather my non-existent courage and ask, "How come you're not gonna change the sheets?" I'm ninety-nine percent sure he rolled his as scoffed from what he says. "Oh my gods, because when you wake you will bask in the previous night's events. Any more questions?" I hate the fact that I do have another question because he blatantly ignored it. "Can I, er get my clothes back?" He grows a larger dopey smirk, that makes me even more scared. "Yea, follow me, baby," I scrunch my eyebrows together when he calls me that.

I hate being called baby. I hated it when we were together, and I-I release a whimper when I start walking towards Dylan. I bite my lip to keep from crying out when he wrapped an arm around me saying annoying stuff like, "Come on baby, let daddy help you." I don't think much of it because I'm trying not to cry again from the pain.

Dylan leads me to another room that I'm pretty sure we could've gotten to if we went from one of the many doors in the first bedroom. We walk in the room towards the bed, then after putting me down, and left to go get something. Hopefully, my clothes.

***15 minutes later***

He came back with a dress. A red sparkly dress. AND panties. "Nope, I refuse. You can't make me," I tell him through the bathroom door. Don't ask me how I know he's still there. I guess you can say... its an instinct...? Yea, that's it. It's an instinct that I know.

"I can and I will, put it on," Dylan all but demands me. But there is no way in the entire world, I would ever put that on. I mean I'm not trying to criticize or anything but... that would be totally embarrassing for me. I mean honestly. What would Will think! Or Clarisse and Piper? They would never let me live that down. I'd never let me live that down.

"How long does it take to put on a stupid dress, dang it?" Well, he exclaimed more so than asked. Also, he didn't say 'stupid' and 'dang', use your imagination or something to figure it out... "Well, it takes a lot longer than you'd think, Dylan because I'm not putting it on!"

Man, I really need to get out of here. *cue onomatopoeia words* I jump when Dylan opens the door in his slight drunk-ish state. Which I can't help but gain a slight blush at. I mean for real: he kidnapped and is raping me!

Oh, shut up. He's still cute. He's just got... issues.... yea that's all.

No, no that's not all. There's definitely something more to that. The dude basically went all yandere on me. I argue back with myself, while visibly shuddering. How do I think he's cute?

Still arguing with myself I fail to realize that Dylan had moved over to me and put the dress and panties on me. How I neglected that, I do not know nor do I think I ever will.

He picks me up by the waist and brings me towards another room. I can't tell you what the room looks like because Dylan had also put a blindfold on me. But I can tell you, whatever he puts me down on is horribly cold. I make an attempt to scoot off of whatever I'm on. I'm gonna say it's a counter though since I can actually swing my legs. Oof! I blink quickly behind the blindfold. Apparently, I wasn't near the ground either, go figure.

Dylan laughs at me before leaving the room with a quick 'don't take the blindfold off', and he left the room. I obey him mostly out of fear. I mean truly would you not obey him if you were in this position. The door opens and I can footsteps moving closer to me, but they can't be Dylan's because he walks more so... confidently but still rather scared. That made no sense even to me, and I'm the one explaining it. Anywho this guys steps sounding more controlling and scary. He stopped when he got close to me as he could, and here I am waiting for whatever is gonna come next. Just trembling on the ground, with the blindfold still over my eyes.

I feel a sharp pain on the temple of my head. What is with me getting hit in the head! I don't know how long I've been here, but it can't be more than a month. So, this is what, the second time I've gotten hit in the head? Not including all those time Clarisse decided to slap sense into me. The mystery man hits me in the head once more and I immediately somehow see even blacker blackness.

*save the pure smol bean by commenting (by the way four months later its Christmas break)*

"You still like Panic!, Neeks?" I shyly nod my head towards Dylan's question. Dylan had literally dragged me out of the mansion and I only had like a second to grab the sheet and wrap it around me, since he didn't even bother getting me real clothes until we got in the car. Meaning I had to change in the car. While he was driving. Thank the gods the car had tinted windows.

Panic! at the disco blasts me out of my thoughts. And I feel really sad to say it but... I'm probably not gonna listen to them anymore when this... situation is all over. "Where are we going, now?" Dylan ignores me singing along to P!ATD, so I'm left to figuring it out myself by reading exit signs. 30 minutes later we pass an exit sign saying "Kennedy Airport" and under that "JFK Expwy". Bene allora*, if he's gonna go to the fancy airport (and not feed me) might as well use this to my advantage.

I wait until he pulls into a parking spot before speaking. "I'm hungry." He looks at me twice in a state of shock, "Oh no! I asked you back at Burger King, if you were hungry you said no." I groan. That was, what? 15 minutes ago? I tell him so. "And besides that was then this is now." He groans slightly and mumbles under breath how I'm 'such a kid', and yadda yadda. I'm not really listening. I'm debating whether or not I want expensive airport gummy bears or stock up at expensive airport Dylan's Candy Bar. It would be smarter to stock up because then I could spend more of his money... Dylan's Candy Bar it is.

We walk inside the airport and heads towards security seeing how he already printed the tickets. We stand in line for no more than 15 minutes, both of us just staring into space just thinking about nothing. But when we walk through the security check thingy, Dylan makes it go off and tells me to just go on ahead to our gate. "B7. And don't get distracted." Hidden message: don't run away. But, please riddle me this: where would I run away to? I only have one ticket, and it's to the same destination as yours.

I sit down after finding my gate, realizing we only have 20 minutes before we bored. I pray to every deity I can think of, that Dylan won't make it in time when I see a familiar whoosh of hair run past me towards B4. It almost looked like-- But it couldn't be. Well, it could be. She said she was moving.

Where's B4 going anyway?

Why would I know? I'm just your conscious.

I don't know! You're the one trying to be lOgICaL!

Bene, scoprilo allora!**

I can really be insufferable sometimes. Oh. B4's going to San Fran. That's nice. Woah, Annabeth's going to San Francisco! I jump out my chair and race to B4. "Annabeth!" It'd be so embarrassing if that isn't her. Thankfully, it is. She turns her head before her eyes widen in recognition. "Oh thank the gods. Hey Bobby, Matthew wait here for a second." She turns her position towards me and I came to screeching stop right in for her. "Where were you, di Angelo? Do you have any idea how worried we were?" I wince in emotional pain. "How-how long have I been missing exactly?" She looks me up and down distastefully. "Plenty for it to be Christmas Break." My eyes widen. Have I really been gone for that long? Woah.

"Nico! Where did you go?" Dam, di Angelo. I grab Annabeth by the arm pulling her with me so we can continue talking, but so Dylan doesn't find me. "Agh, stay with Dad you guys! Gods, Nico what is your rush?" "I'm sorry for not wanting to get in trouble slash murdered for running away from my kidnapper slash crazy ex!" "O-k. We'll talk more about this later. Why don't I call Will and have him come up here? Hmm?" I open my mouth to protest but she already whipped out her phone.

"Hey, Solace. I need you... what? No, I'm fine... they're fine too dang it. Come-- Listen to me for one moment William Solace! ... Thank you." Gods, is she scary. Not scarier than Dylan, but a close second in my books. "I need you to come and meet me by the escalators. What? No, that's insane. Of course, I'm still going to San Fran... Ok, thank you, and please hurry up." 5 minutes had passed by now and Dylan still has yet to find me. But he only has 5 minutes before his flight leaves. And if I know Dylan, he's a cheap person and will definitely not waste an expensive ticket.

Annabeth hands me her hoodie telling to put it on and pull the hood up. We walk past her siblings and parents, who look at her questioningly. "I'll be right back, and then I swear I'll answer any questions you have." She doesn't even give them time to reply before she shuffling me along.

We see Will waving his hand to get our attention with this adorable look of concern on his face. "Whose--" "Get him out of here," Annabeth glances behind us and takes in a sharp shaky breath before continuing. "As fast as humanly, but naturally as possible." "Nico? Where were--" "Dam it, Solace. Now is not the time. His life may in danger and I need you to get him away from here. Yes, he is being chased. It's a miracle he managed to get away from his capturer. Now, soon as you get home di Angelo you had better Skype me from Hazel laptop. And I swear to all the gods out there if you don't I will catch a plane back here and beat the mess out of you." I timidly nod my head in reply.

"Now shoo. Before he finds you," She turns around. "He's already asking people if they've soon you." "Thanks, Annabeth." "Come on, Neeks."

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*: Well then

**: Well, find out then!