Delilah once again woke with a throbbing headache and to a freezing room. Sheesh, were these people really Eskimos? She sighed quietly and found herself thinking of the girl again. Where was she right now? Was she as afraid, and as hurt, as Delilah was?
Delilah was so tired of not getting answers. Why couldn't someone just take five minutes out of their day and tell her exactly what the hell all of this was? Why did they want her to sign the paper, why did they keep hurting her?
Who did she have to fuck to get some answers around here?
Delilah shook her head, not believing she actually thought that. She wasn't that kind of person. She didn't usually cuss like this, but she didn't know any other way to seem strong when she was so scared and lost.
Why couldn't someone just tell her? Why did it all have to be one big secret?
No, she really didn't want to know. She just wanted out. The less she knew, the better the chance that if she escaped, they might let her walk. If she ever got out of here...when she got out of here, she had to just forget this place.
Forget the chains, forget Charles, forget Shane...forget that girl. Forget the look on her face, the cries for help. Forget that when the boy had almost killed Delilah, she had sacrificed herself to him to save her.
Delilah rubbed her hands over her eyes. If she ever wanted to leave this place, she just had to forget that the girl had saved her life. There was no saving her anyway. She had signed the papers, she couldn't leave now.
The police wouldn't even help her. What could Delilah do? Wouldn't that girl be proud enough that Delilah was risking her life by refusing to sign those damned papers? Isn't that what she wanted?
No, that wasn't true.
"Dammit!" Delilah hissed. "She saved my life. I have to help her. Shit, that's not fair." she said aloud, to nothing but the walls.
The last thing the girl had said was, help me. That obviously meant more than refusing to sign something. But Delilah still didn't know how. She needed to know why they were here first, who these people were. Again, she didn't have any answers to figure out a solution.
Once again the term, who do you have to fuck, came to mind. The answer made her shudder.
Fine, she decided. She would do what she had to. She would get her answers one way or another. She would escape.
She sat up and wrapped the sheet around her. She waited a moment for her head to stop spinning then put her feet on the cold floor. She walked out of the room and into the front office, surprised to see Charles wasn't at the desk.
She took advantage of the fact that he wasn't there to stop her and walked out of the room and toward Shane's office. She wasn't exactly planning on sleeping with him, but maybe trying to seduce a few answers out of him by fluttering her lashes a bit.
She'd never been much for flirting though. It could all end very badly. What if she went too far and he thought she wanted to sleep with him? She would seem like a tease if she refused. And she'd seen enough rated R movies to know what happened to girls who teased men.
But would Shane do that to her? He seemed different from those guys in rated R movies. Honestly he just didn't strike her as the raping type. He seemed a little old fashioned about that kind of stuff. More of a gentleman.
But then again, she'd seen his worst side too. His vicious, demanding, temperamental side. She took a deep breath and stepped toward the door of Shane Jacob's office. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly in and out for a moment, then burst through the doors
"That's it! I've had it! Mr. Jacobs, I want answers!" she shouted, trying to make herself sound serious and determined and in control.
She only felt God-awful fear on the inside.
She planted her hands on her hips and looked Shane right in the eye where he sat behind his desk. "I'm tired of these games, Shane. Just tell me what this whole thing is about. Why is this school here? What is the point of it? Why can't I leave?"
Shane was suddenly in front of her, his hand around her jaw. "I thought I explained that we would not be discussing your leaving." He backed her against the wall. "Perhaps I should make it clear that I can and will hurt you." he growled.
Delilah blinked for a second, then remembered what had thrown him off the last time he had been ready to kill her. His face was close to hers, she wondered if she could... No, don't think so much Delilah, just do it.
She forced her face forward and planted her lips on his.
It came out of nowhere, she shock jolting down her spine, through every cell of her body right down to her nearly numb toes. His lips tasted like heaven, she thought. So sweet and smooth.
Before she realized what she was doing, she weaved her hands into his hair and opened her mouth against his. Shane wasn't moving, wasn't kissing her back. He was frozen, as if he were in shock too.
"Kiss me." she breathed. "Kiss me back."
Shane unfroze and slid his hands around her, pulled her close, then kissed her back. He opened his mouth with hers and kissed her deeply, even running his tongue along her bottom lip.
She moaned a little and he suddenly pulled away. He took a few steps back and stared at her, his eyes wild. She leaned against the wall and stared back at him. "You felt it too." she whispered.
He started to open his mouth, then shut it again. He swallowed, ran a hand through his hair, then took a deep breath. " You're hurt, go lay down. Get some rest."
She shook her head. "Not until I get some answers, Shane. Why is this school here?"
He narrowed his eyes. "I do not have to answer anything. Go lay down, Delilah."
She gritted her teeth. "No Shane. You brought me here for a reason. I want to know why. Why me?"
"I will not answer anything! I told you once I will hurt you-"
"Then do it!" she screamed. "Kill me! Get it over with! Kill me or give me some answers!"
Shane looked at her with a hard expression. "You think I won't kill you Delilah?" he growled.
Delilah shook her head. "Oh, I know you will. I just have to piss you off enough and you will. But I'm tired of being in the dark. I won't stay here forever. I won't let you have your way. Kill me if you want. Go ahead, it will be easy for you."
He gritted his teeth. "I would not enjoy killing you-"
"Because you felt it too." She replied. "You felt whatever it was when we kissed. You kissed me back and let me tell you, no man kisses a woman like that if he plans on killing her. Not unless you plan on using me for sex first. Is that what this is all about Shane? You bring your friends little toys to play with for awhile then you get rid of them?"
She didn't know where all of this courage was coming from, but she was glad it came. Even though in a few minutes it would probably slip away and she'd be scared as hell again, if she was alive in a few minutes.
Shane Jacobs glared at her. "I was wrong about you Delilah. If you really think that of me then I was very wrong."
She wanted to rip her hair out. "I don't know what to think! You won't give me any fucking answers! If I'm going to be here and keep getting my head busted open it would be nice to know why." her voice began to lower, her courage began to fade.
But she didn't feel fear coming to her, she felt something else. Need.
"Please Shane." she whispered. "Just tell me why you brought me here."
He looked at her, the fire in his eyes calming now. "I don't know why I brought you here Delilah. I just don't know."
"So you just looked up my name in the phone book or something? I'm supposed to believe that?"
He gave her a solemn look. "Not exactly. Delilah, this school is far too complicated to explain. You wouldn't understand even if I tried to tell you."
"Tell me anyways. Just make time and tell me."
"There is no time right now. I have a guest coming. Go to your room and rest. I promise I will tell you when you wake again. I will try to explain."
She nodded and stepped toward him. "You felt it too didn't you?"
He sighed. "I felt it too." She smiled at him and he smirked back. "Go to your room and sleep. You'll have a long day ahead of you tomorrow. You are still to pay your debts."
"Wait, Shane, there's one more thing. The first day I came here, there was a girl-"
"Yes, I've heard of those events." he murmured.
"She was terrified, Shane. Is there anything we can do? She just seemed so innocent. She was begging me to help her."
He sighed. "I'll see what I can do Delilah. But do not get your hopes up."
She stepped toward him again. "Shane, before I go to bed... I just wanted to say... that maybe I was wrong about you. You're not such a bad guy."
He smiled. "You're wrong about that, Delilah."
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