"The truth is a strange thing, you can try to suppress it. But it will always find it's way to the surface. "

Micheal

LUKE

"The truth is a strange thing. You can try to suppress it. But it will always find it's way to the surface,"

I'm a fucking saint! It's been three unbelievably long, painful days. I smell her everywhere. I see her interest in me growing, she's becoming at ease, adapting. Not the terrified mess, I was sure she would be. This is a surprising turn of events, causing me to change my objectives. I didn't plan to be attracted to her, yet here I am with a serious case of blue balls.

If I was a lesser man, she'd be under me now, slick with sweat and mindlessly screaming my name. She'd be so sore, she wouldn't be able to sit for a week without thinking of me and all the appetizing ways I'd have already taken her. Fuck! What's taking Oliver so long?I'm stuck with more questions now then I had before I took her. I need tangible proof.
The pictures I sent her father were a pleasant reprieve. Chuckling, I recall the threatening phone call I received. Bullshit, that's all Weston fed me. Proclaiming his daughters innocence but never vindicating himself. Such a lowly excuse for a father. Some men shouldn't procreate. Avery is a sultry beauty. She's a complex puzzle, I'll enjoy pulling apart. Fearful but brave, curious and also cautious. Intelligent but so fucking inexperienced. She's a conundrum I will possess in time.

She doesn't hear the door shut as she turns off the shower. I slip in, grabbing her towel. Earlier, when she took a small green pill from my fingers, her tongue slowly grazed the tips. I almost lost it. Throwing her down on the floor like some rutting animal. I could feel sweat dotting my forehead as I fought the intense urge. It's a dangerous game she plays. Tickle me intrigued.

Her hand reaches out, searching for the towel. My smile is saccharine as her head pokes out.

"Looking for this?" I taunt holding the towel between my fingers. Avery's expression couldn't be anything less than horrified. She reaches out as I snatch it back. Almost showing me her breasts while trying to grab hold of it, nearly distracting the bargaining chip from my grasp.

"Un, un, un. Not yet. I've got some questions you agreed to answer."

She clasps the curtain to her chest, frowning cynically.

"Now!?" She asks in disbelief.

"I said at a time of my choosing. So, yeah. Now. Or you could go back on your word and accept the consequences. I prefer you choose the later. Your call."

My body readies for her refusal. I hear her sigh as she ducks back in.

"Ok, shoot, But... you have to believe me when I tell you the truth and don't go off destroying things,"
She's made a fair point. One I would have normally thought of.
"For that I'll need to see you and monitor your pulse. You'll have to come out and I'll have to have my hands on you."

She sputters alarmed.

"Then I need to get dressed and you have to leave. Now give me my towel!"

There's that bravery at the front again. I smile wickedly.

"That wasn't the agreement, sweetheart. Besides, Its nothing I haven't seen before."

She gasps, huffing and puffing. I know I've shocked her and she's probably recalling her state of dress before and after her abduction.

"I'm all for compromising. If you want to strike a deal, lets negotiate. I'll give you your towel, you get to keep your modesty and give me a boon in return for my courtesy." I smoothly attempt to coax her into loosening up. She snorts

"OH ya, what a gentleman you are... What kind of boon?" genuine interest laces her voice. Keeping the ruse I gently supply more non-answers

"I don't know yet. Nothing drastic. A trade of equal value." The room is quiet for a time before she speaks, I can determine her decision before she answers. I'm sure I've convinced her there's no harm when these small curious indulgences will lead to the loss of her innocence.

"Do I even have a choice?" She sighs and I don't answer because we both know she doesn't. Avery throws her hand out, I reluctantly place the towel in her open palm. She smells like me, and I think I might like it more than the strawberries. It feels like a claim, a mark of ownership.

I watch her sit on the edge of the tub, as she looks up at me expectantly. The image does unimaginable things to my body. I have to beat down the urge to wrap my fist around her hair and feed my length into her plump red lips. Instead, I bend down and place her wrists beneath my fingers. She quivers under my grasp. I can feel her rapid heartbeat in her chest.

"Look in my eyes and give me yes or no answers, got it?" After her quick nod, I begin.

"Did you plot with your father to have me arrested?"

"No."

Truth. Interesting

"Did your father blackmail you to have me arrested?"

"No!"

Truth. she's annoyed, it's clear in her voice, but her pulse is steady.

"Did you truly have me arrested because you thought I was guilty?"

"Yes!"

It's a shot in the dark, but I ask anyway

"Do you know who got me out?"

"Yes, me!"

I push her wrists away in frustration, trying to rein my temper in. My phone rings, its Oliver. perfect timing.

"Don't move! I'll be right back."

When I get off the phone with Oliver, everything starts to make sense. Weston being a candidate for presidency was getting blackmailed by his competition, (Layton black) with evidence of his dealings with me. Instead of paying him off, he took the opportunity to get me out of the picture. Then threatened his blackmailer into submission. The kicker is, Oliver couldn't find evidence truly linking Avery, but also no evidence of her innocence either.

I go back to Avery with an open mind.

"Your going to tell me everything you know, from start to finish. Don't lie, don't skim the truth and leave nothing out!"

I listen for over an hour asking questions here and there. Trying to catch her in a lie. I get her to repeat a few things, asking for details. When she's done, I'm onto something and need to clarify some dates.

"So when did you start investigating the York pier robberies?"

"The week before I saw you!"

"And did you see your dad or speak to him at all that week? Did you mention your plans?"

"I don't know... it was frecking three years ago!... wait, yes I did! I remember we had an argument. He told me his secretary was coming to Christmas dinner. And, and I told him I wasn't coming. I told him I'd be at the pier the night before, that I'd be too tired to make it this year."

I frown, he set her up. That fucking bastard set her up! He set up the meet; the timing wasn't Coincidental At all. Fuck, she's as much as a victim as me. Who am I kidding? Avery's as innocent as the day is long. I should let her go, drive her home, pay her off, fuck! I can't. The damage is done. Call me selfish, sick, whatever. I want her. He doesn't deserve her. He can't even protect her, but I can, I will. She'll learn to love me or what I can do for her, to her. But she may never forgive what I have to do. Because Weston's days are numbered.