You and Michael eventually become "something" A cruel and intense kind of love where neither of you knew how you went from being a victim who faced him with guns and teeth to the only person he Truly cares. A possessive and cruel, obsessive and jealous love.

When he let you out of the house, he walked around your big house looking for your things. Until then he found something very special in you, a drawn and painted art framed in a huge wall frame - he came in and decided to put the painting in the Your bedroom.

You were virtuously lying uncurled on a large, antique sofa, your beautiful naked body being adjusted and not hidden by loose and long pieces of transparent blue fabric that barely hid your breasts and thighs and very poorly covered private parts. It was like a true work of art, a painting that Michael lost himself in looking at. Your every curve was like an art in those loose fabrics draped over your body, her belly and body completely exposed. In your hands was a sharp dagger that raised her delicate fingers while her expression highlighted beauty.

Until then you came home. He didn't say anything, he never said anything and he wouldn't, but he could whisper about what you found out even though he never did.