Here's part three! Enjoy!! Don't forget to review once you're finished reading! I would appreciate it greatly. :-)

November 12th 2002

For almost two weeks, Sasha and Blake stayed away from each other as much as possible. Blake slept in the living room and Sasha slept in his bed. She stayed in his rooms alone during the day while he did everything he could to stay away from it. She was so bored and lonely that she even started longing for her classes. She would have given anything to go back to her regular life, however meager it was. Out of the walls of this warehouse, she was a normal person. She was on the UNY dance team, had friends, went to parties and other things that normal people did. Inside the warehouse, she was a prisoner. Over the eleven days that she was locked in Blake's suite, she read most of the books in sight. His collection was very diverse, ranging from Jane Eyre to a book full of short stories by Edgar Allan Poe. One thing that most people had no idea about was that Sasha loved reading. It was a passion; as was writing. She was grateful for at least having the books to read. They had always been her salvation.

A knock at the door brought her to the present time. Panicking, she wondered if she should answer or not. Deciding not to answer, she sat in the corner and waited for the knocking to go away, which it finally did. She hoped that Blake would be back soon because even though he wasn't quite her favorite person, he made her feel save in his own antisocial way.

When she started thinking about him, her head began to ache. She remembered the night that they did what they did. It was the first time that she'd had that type of experience. Not to say that she was a virgin, but it was so much deeper that time. Blake seemed guilty the whole time. He didn't seem like he enjoyed it as much as he was supposed to.

"Stop thinking about him." She said to herself.
"Stop thinking about who?" a voice behind her asked.

She whirled around, and there stood Blake. He looked as though he was in an okay mood. Not happy, but not entirely pissed off either.

"Nothing." She muttered.

He snorted to himself and went to change his clothes. As he took off his shirt, Sasha studied his well-defined body. She blushed to herself and left the room.

He left soon after that, and again, she was all alone.

The rest of the day went very boringly for Blake. He and Gordon had a meeting. Lately, he figured that he was moving up in the ranks. Gordon was putting more trust in him. Although he was forced to give up both Paulette and Dolores for his personal use, Gordon still allowed him to have Sasha to do with what he wanted. Of course, that was nothing. It wasn't that he didn't want to do anything with Sasha, because he did. He found her very sexually attractive, although her attitude at times was very unattractive in his eyes.

For the past two weeks, she had been steering clear of him. He supposed it was understandable. He fucking raped her. He still felt guilty about that night. There was something about her that made him want to satisfy her. Naturally, he wouldn't admit it to himself but it was there. He was in the house library picking her up a few books when Pears came to him.

"Gordon needs to see you."

Without another word, he headed out of the room. When he found Gordon, he was pacing his office.

"Yes?" Blake said.
"She's missing." Gordon said calmly.
"Who's missing? Sasha?"
"LUCY! The bitch left! Who knows what she's telling those people about us."
"What people?"
"Everyone outside of these walls!" Gordon bellowed.
"How the fuck did she get out?"
"I don't know," Gordon said through clenched teeth. "I screwed up."
"How long has she been gone?"
"Hours they say."
"They?" Blake asked.
"The guards at the door."
"They let her out?"
"I told them that they could let her go as far as the corner store to get cigarettes. I can't believe I trusted that whore"
"Well, I'll go find her, she can't have gone far."

Blake hurried to his rooms to get his coat. Sasha was sitting by the fire in some sort of trance.

"I don't' know when I'll be back. Don't wait up," he told her.
"I won't," she snorted.

He paused where he was.

"Look, I'm…" He said trailing off.
"You're what?"
"I'm leaving," He said, and walked through the door.

Sasha watched his back as he walked out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him. She got up and went into the other room. On the coffee table, there were three new books. Despite herself, Sasha smiled. She ran her slender fingers across the spines of the books.

He cared.

She knew it. She just didn't know how she was going to get him to show it.

Hours later, Sasha woke up from a nap to the sound of a soft knocking on the outside door. Her heart raced, and curiosity started to pull at her. She slowly walked towards the door, being as quiet as possible.

Maybe the person was just knocking at the wrong door.

Maybe it was Blake trying to test her.

She wondered what would happen if she opened it. Suddenly, there was a soft sound at the door, along with the knocking. At first, it sounded like a moaning, but the closer she got, she realized that the person was softly calling her name.

"Sasha… Sasha… open the door."

It was a female voice, so it could only be one of twelve people. Unless—unless it was someone there to rescue her; to take her home. At that moment, she made a decision. She would answer the door. It may be her last chance to be rescued. Slowly, she opened the door and saw a wisp of dirty- blond hair. When she saw the face, she couldn't believe her eyes.

Sasha opened the door all the way and found herself face to face with Shy. Sasha was so shocked that she found herself staring at the girl. She never knew that Shy paid her any attention. She always seemed like she was in her own world.

"What are you doing here?" Sasha finally asked.
"I... um I..." Shy said stumbling for words while looking nervously down the hall.
"Come in." Sasha said stepping aside.

Shy walked in slowly, surveying the room. As Sasha closed the door, she stared at the walls as if in wonder.

"Shy..."
"What?"
"What are you doing here?"

Shy looked at her feet for a while and finally looked at Sasha, her cheeks a little flushed.

"I came to see if you were okay... about the other night." She said softly.

Sasha blanched, remembering that awful night two weeks before and how she had been violated.

But does it really count as a violation if you enjoyed it in any way?

"I'm fine. Did the other girls send you?"
"Oh no, they don't know I'm here... they don't even notice me half of the time."
"I'm sure they do..." Sasha said.
"Well, I didn't come to talk about me."
"Like I said, I'm fine."
"They did it to me too. Gordon did it in front of everyone."
"Is that why you stopped talking a lot?"
"No... well maybe." She whispered.
"How did you end up here?" Sasha asked her.
"That's a long story..."
"We have time... Blake won't be back for a long while."
"Well, it starts when I was seventeen... that's when I came here."
"How old are you now?"
"Nineteen. But anyway, my father bought things from Gordon and his 'people'. Apparently, he was a big customer. I never knew that Dad did drugs. But one day, I was with him at work, and Gordon walked in. He had on a suit, so I assumed that he was a colleague or something. He sat down and talked for a while. He seemed like a normal guy. He even asked me about college and school and those types of things. I actually thought that he was a cool guy or whatever."
"But as he was leaving, he gave me a piece of paper ad told me to call him because he's an alumnus of Yale, which was my first choice school. I didn't notice then, but he'd left his attaché case in the chair."
"So I was really interested in what he had to say, because I heard that if you know somebody that went to Yale, they really like that. So I called him and scheduled lunch for that weekend."
"Goodness..."
"I know... so I went to the lunch, and that was the last time anyone ever saw me... my family I mean."
"Haven't they tried to contact you?" Sasha asked breathlessly.
"Has yours gotten to you? There's no way! We're cut off from the world in here. No fresh air. I feel so stifled in here." Shy said.
"I'm so sorry Shy…"
"Call me Tracy... I hate that name."
"Sorry... I've only been here for two weeks, but you've had to endure this for years..." tears were coming to her eyes.
"Please don't cry..." Shy muttered.
"I'm sorry..." Sasha said, trying to pull herself back together.
"I better go... they probably found Lucy by now."
"You know where she is?"
"The same place she always goes. Gordon's going to punish her for sure." Tracy said, walking towards the door.
"So will you come back?"
"Sure, if you want me to."
"Of course... I could use a friend."
"I'll see you."

With that, Tracy left. Sasha couldn't believe how hard she had it. She thought that her life was over because she had been here for a few weeks, but the others had been here for so much longer. Tracy's story had been so sad. It could have happened to anyone. And if Gordon had done to her what Blake had done to her, she could only imagine the pain that Tracy felt.

Sasha's mind fell on her family and friends. She wondered if Mary-Ann had figured out something was wrong or if her family realized she was missing. Had they sent out search parties like they did when other girls went missing, or did they not care. Deep down, she knew they cared, but on the surface, she felt like they would have found her already if they really wanted to find her.

Then her mind ran to Blake, which it had so often. He was so full of mystery and intrigue. If he would just open up and let her like him, it would be so much easier, but what about this situation was supposed to be easy. None of it, she supposed. Just then, Blake opened the door quietly. She looked at him for a moment before looking away.

"Gordon wants everyone at dinner tonight, so you have to come down."
"Are we gonna be putting on another show tonight?" she asked sarcastically.
"No."

He calmly walked into the other room, his gait not betraying what his eyes already showed: hurt.

Sasha decided to get ready for dinner instead of causing more trouble for herself. By the time she stepped out of the bathroom, Blake was sitting patiently waiting for her.

"I'm ready." She said.
"Fine."

He led her trough the hallways that had become so familiar to her over the past few weeks. She watched his straight and even stride. His long legs made her have to hustle while he maintained an easy pace. She had grown used to this of course, so it didn't seem as bad as it had at first. She had also gotten used to his drab wardrobe, of only dark colors like black and gray and such colors. When they reached the doors to the dining room, he held out his arm for her to take. She did and they walked in. They layout of the table was very different. After the night of the "incident" Red and Paulette sat with the other girls, Red giving her nasty looks whenever she saw her. Also, tonight, Lucy was not in her normal seat. It was empty. Sasha wondered why, but did not voice her question. As they sat down to eat, everyone was silent, which was very odd. After the meal, Gordon finally spoke.

"We have a very rebellious young woman in out presence tonight."

Everyone in the room took a collective gasp of surprise, and the girls at the bottom of the table whispered among themselves. Sasha found Tracy looking at her. She gave her a small nod and smile.

"SILENCE!" Gordon shouted. "Bring her out!"

At that moment, a huge man brought Lucy out with ropes tied around her wrists. Sasha couldn't believe her eyes. She was humiliated for Lucy whose head was hung low, her cropped, bright red hair covering her face.

How barbaric it was that Gordon had the nerve to bind a human being with ropes.

"Ladies, let her be your example. Never cross me."

With that, he raised the whip and began his sick punishment.

That night, Sasha couldn't sleep. The sight of Gordon, Lucy, and the whip plagued her dreams. After Gordon's barbaric display, Lucy's back was a mass of welts, cuts and bruises. The thought of it made her want to vomit. She sobbed into the pillow as though she could feel Lucy's pain. Her body wracked on the bed as she cried her eyes out. She didn't hear Blake come into the room.

He stood at the door, not knowing what to do. He had seen her cry before, no doubt, but never like this. She was faced down on the bed and her body was shaking like nothing he had ever seen before. Half of him wanted to go to the bed and console her, but the other side that had been trained to be hard and bitter wanted to just turn on his heel and let her cry herself to sleep or something. As he stood there debating with himself, she stopped crying abruptly. She looked up and their eyes met, making his heart stop. Her eyes were blood shot red and her face was flushed. Her ebony hair was all over the place. They stayed like that for a while. Her wondering what he was thinking, and him just shocked.

After a while, he just turned back around and went back to his sofa. As he laid there, he wondered why he was giving up so much for this girl. He was sleeping on a sofa, he was on edge in his own rooms, where he was supposed to be relaxed. He was taking shit from Gordon, and he was getting nothing in return. No sort of release or anything. The thing is he didn't want to do anything with Sasha; at least not if she didn't want to do it too.

Of course, he could have any of the girls downstairs, but he had had them so many times that there was no real pleasure anymore. He liked the thrill of the chase. Sasha wasn't easy. Even if he could physically have her anytime he wanted he wanted her in mind, body and soul. An opening door brought him out of his thoughts. He looked up and saw her standing in the door. She was wearing a simple white T-shirt and black shorts, but she seemed to make it look better than the sexiest piece of lingerie.

"I'm sorry you had to see me like that," She mumbled from the doorway.
"It's fine," he said.
"Okay..." she said turning back.
"Why were you crying?" he asked, sitting up.

She looked at him for a moment and came closer. He moved over on the couch to make room for her. The room was completely dark, except for the lights that shone in from outside. She sat next to him, their thighs were barely touching.

"I was thinking about earlier," Sasha whispered. "I was thinking about what Gordon did to Lucy."
"Oh..." Blake said quietly.
"Why is he such a bad guy? He's a sick man," She whispered, tears falling from her eyes. "The things that he makes people do are so horrible."
"Well that's who he's been for as long as I've been here."
"How long is that?"
"Almost three years."
"How did you end up here?" she asked.
"Why do you ask so many questions?"
"I'm curious, Blake. You always close up when things get a little bit too personal."
"Why do you care? I kidnapped you, remember?"
"I don't know, Blake. I'm curious about you."
"Well, curiosity killed the cat," He muttered.
"God, you are so irritating," She said, getting up.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down. At that point, they were in a suggestive position. Their faces were centimeters apart. She looked into his dark blue eyes and leaned a little closer. Blake took this as his invitation, and bent in and softly kissed her. She hesitantly returned the action, closing her eyes. Blake's hand snaked around her waist and pulled her closely as he continued kissing her.

Sasha changed her position and was now straddling him. Blake moaned almost inaudibly from beneath her. That brought Sasha back to that moment in time. Her mind started racing a mile a minute. She couldn't believe that she was kissing the man that kidnapped her.

And she was enjoying it!

She closed her eyes, savoring the moment. She had no idea how he would behave the next day, so she might as well enjoy it. As he went in to capture her lips again, she turned her face away.

"What the—" he said.
"Come..." she murmured.

She got off of him and pulled him into the bedroom.

"That sofa was getting uncomfortable." She whispered into his ear.

He grunted and backed her toward the bed while kissing her. She felt the back of her knees touch the softness of the mattress. He pulled her nightshirt off over her head and dropped it on the floor. To his pleasant surprise, she was wearing no bra. He looked at her for a moment.

"You're beautiful." He murmured.

In response she sat on the bed and pulled him on top of her. As he kissed her, certain memories came back to her.

She saw Gordon.

When Blake was on top of her, all she could think of was Gordon had violating her in such an awful way. She still remembered everything. She remembered how roughly he had entered her, as though he had no care in the world. How he kissed her in the worst possible way. His lips felt like rubber and his tongue tasted like something that she couldn't put her finger on.

With Blake on top of her, she couldn't take it. All she could think of was what Gordon did to her.

"Blake. I can't do this." She whispered.

He froze in place, his head hung beside her. He didn't move for a while, but she could tell that he was trying to calm himself down, though she didn't know if it was because of arousal, or anger.

"Please don't be mad at me Blake," she whispered.
"I'm not mad," He said in a monotone voice.
"Please stay with me," She whispered, holding onto his forarms
"I can't," he said in a pained voice.
"Well let me sleep on the couch," She said, sitting up and covering herself with her hands. "Either you sleep in here with me, or you sleep in here without me."
"Don't you understand?" he yelled.
"Understand what?" she yelled back, not quite knowing why she was yelling.
"I can't control myself anymore."
"What are you talking about?"
"After you just gave me a taste of you, I can't just lay here in this bed with you without touching you," he said softly.
"Who said you can't touch me?" Sasha asked.

She folded back the blanket and got under it, beckoning for him to do the same. He looked at her incredulously, but gave in. He got under the covers and let her take his hand in hers. She turned on her side and pulled his hand for him to come closer to her.

"Goodnight Blake." She murmured, already falling asleep.

She got no answer, but she knew he heard her.

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