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A/N: This is a spin-off of my dream last night, you can read it on cassi_mo. I needed to vent some steam, and this seemed like a perfect place to start.
From inside the apartment, the door handle jiggled, and suddenly a blond figure clad in black walked in, with a struggling girl in his hands. He deposited the brunette on the couch in the front room and ripped the duct tape off of her mouth, only to be spit on.
Once she saw her captor remove his shoes and start to get comfortable, she spoke, knowing he wasn't going anywhere. "Jack," she wheezed. "Why would you do this to me? I've known you for years. I've been nothing but a friend to you. Why would you feel the need to put me in danger on that roof?"
Jack snorted indignantly and looked her straight in the eye. "That is the very reason I took you. I don't want to be just friends, Jess. You've always followed my brother around, drooling over him and hanging on his every word like a simpering sycophant while he treats you like an old shoe. You're wasting your time. He will never love you. I know this, because I have watched you from the beginning. I can love you. I can give you my all and then some. I will never need another woman if I have you. Don't push me away, let me fill the hole that my brother has created in you. Let me be your addiction." Jack's eyes pleaded with a genuine emotion, begging her to give him a chance.
Jess's eyes started to water, and she struggled to sit up on the couch, still tied up at the wrists and ankles. "You are insane, Jack," she stated flatly. "How can you say that you love me, have loved me, if you are willing to take me from all I've ever known without remorse? How can you think that you love me while tying me up? You can't love me. Not if you are willing to do those things to me. Gwen is going to find me, and when she does, you are going to have a lot of explaining to do."
Jack's eyes suddenly glinted, self-satisfied. "Your friend Gwen is not going to find you." He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. "I staged the area where I took you to look like you killed yourself. And it should work well, after that scene with my brother and you in church yesterday morning. The authorities will think you cremated yourself after you jumped off of that four-story building into a giant inferno you created, and won't even bother to look for your body. I am going to have you all to myself."
"You're wrong, Jack. Gwen will figure out that I did not kill myself. She will figure out the truth and come looking for me."
Jack grinned. He was deeply relishing this game that he played with Jessica. "I'd love to see her try."
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Jack paled.