Underneath (Tag M. Saint-Just)

[MARGUERITE SAINT-JUST]

Despite his calm demeanor, Marguerite could not mellow. She had every right to be infuriated. In a way, she'd been kidnapped! Perhaps Danny did not see it that way, or perhaps he did, either way, she would resist Danny to the bitter end! That was her resolve and she would do her best to stick with it.
But, oh, did this hurt! Not physically, but within her heart as she was about to give that part of her to him. And... then all this happened! Especially taking her to some unknown vicinity - well, unknown to her. He knew where they were. He called it his 'Office' and that got a reaction from her of a stunned 'excuse me?' sort of dramatic expression. "Office?" she repeated in her French accent as if to demand a further explanation.
At that point, as if on demand with perfect timing yet it was bad timing, the rumble of the subway just sent Marguerite through the roof! She was already tense and angry, to have a sound like that literally shake her, with dust raining down upon her, she yelped and screamed and threw herself back against a wall. After it had passed, she was panting, wide-eyed, looking like some frazzled dog or horse ready to dart off in a panic. Subway. Of course. Yes. A subway system. What the hell?!?
She twisted her head around to glare at Danny while trying to calm herself which was not working. The look upon her face was a priceless dramatic visage - horror mixed with bewilderment and that little hint of excitement. Despite the words racing through her mind and wanted to flow off her tongue and break free of her lips, she remained silent. However, her face and her body language spoke volumes! The many dramatic looks that flashed over her face could not restrain or hide what she was thinking along with the chills that coursed through her body over and over.

Raising her brows as she kept her wide mismatched eyes locked locked upon Danny as apparently he had to show her something. What could he possibly do that would impress her now? At this point, perhaps she should lock herself in that makeshift bedroom to avoid him at all costs. Well, that most likely won't help because she had to return topside so she could prepare for the performances.
Oh, God! The performance! She hadn't a clue what time it was but if she missed one... just one, that would trouble her for a while!
"What could you possibly have that I would be interested in? Hmm?" She snapped softly back at him with a slightly pinched face.

Though he asked her to follow, she remained grounded where she was; hesitating to even follow him. Lord knows what he was planning or thinking. She wouldn't fall into his traps. She had to think about her own safety. He still could assault her. Granted he would have done it by now, but he still could. After all, she was considered one of The Most Sexiest People in the World according to a few magazines. Yes, it was an honor, but also attracted some of the kinky addicts and maniacs.

Clothing? Did he mention clothes?? She blinked once.... twice... a couple more times while leaning back upon the wall. He bought her clothes? Not only did this confuse her but absolutely made her incredibly curious! What did he know about today's fashion? She was a Model, too. And walking the Catwalks for a Fashion Show she adored sporting the latest and the finest. Especially if it was a Vera Wang or an Al Bacchi. Ok, So she had a lot of favorite Designers and a lot of them loved her, too. Nothing beat a mutual fancy.

A weak smirk appeared briefly upon her lips as she pealed herself away from the wall and followed him to a room that held the selection of clothing. When he revealed the apparel to her, she looked a bit stunned. Well, not the best and latest fashions from Paris or Milan, but... they were still nice. Fairly fashionable. And definitely some pieces she would wear. She was... oddly ... impressed.
No shoes would be a problem. After he mentioned not knowing her size, she place a hand upon the wall, a hand moved to her foot as she lifted it up and took off a shoe then showed him - if he could find it - the size she wore. And did all this without a single word.
She could make this work. The pieces of clothing that is. To match up shoes with what he bought her-
Then shook her head. He bought her clothes, was holding her down here...
Well, actually was she being held here against her will?
"Daniel," as she looked over the clothing, "This is very sweet of you..." that gentle stern look switched over to some disapproval. She wanted to leave, needed to leave and he... wanted her to try on clothes? She wasn't being paid for this! This was not the reason she came over to visit him! Now she was becoming quite alarmed! He was a madman! Obsessed with her most likely! Some clever stalker that was able to to outwit her! Oh, how very intelligent indeed! Damn herself for being so blind and careless!

She stood there at her full height, even with the high heels, then crossed her arms and gave him a stern look. "I did not come to your home for a private fashion show. I doubt you could afford me." She sounded so haughty and vicious as she glared at him. "Is that what you wanted? Me? For your sick, twisted little obsession? Hmm?" And yet, it hurt. For a fleeting moment her little heartache showed.

With a huff of annoyance, she twisted around and marched to the door, then twisted back around. "I demand to leave here, Daniel!" she barked. "I cannot stay here. I have performances to prepare for and appearances to attend. To keep me locked away down here in this-" and made a quoting gesture with her fingers, "'Office'... will accomplish nothing other than people panicking, wondering where I am... and they will have the police searching for me! Is that what you want, Daniel? Hmm?" She gestured again dramatically above.

She was a very powerful woman, not just by influence and the spotlight, but her body language and words. She was a force to be reckoned with and she hoped that Danny would see she would not sit idly by to become someone's prey or toy.

[ERIK DANIEL LENOIR]

Marguerite was taking all of this a bit harder than he had anticipated. But she didn't understand. Not yet. She would, eventually. She didn't know how much he loved her and that he would do almost anything for her. He hadn't realized how frightening she was when she became angry. It upset him a little and made him anxious. He had to hold on to himself so he would not dissolve into confusion. He had to keep his goal before him. Change her mind so that she would see how much he cared for her and that they were perfect for each other.

Danny was so sorry that she was upset. But there was no other way. And she would understand eventually. She seemed to want to know where they were. "I call it my office because I can work on my business ventures," he said, smiling. I can do almost virtually anything from my computer without having to talk to anyone. It's perfect. I keep a few things here so I can stay quite a while. Some food and clothes and entertainments, too." He pointed to the violin case in the corner. "If we need a bit of music...."

Marguerite became very upset when the subway rumbled through. "Don't be upset. It doesn't come this way very often. It's the only thing that is a bit disturbing when one wants peace and quiet. But I've got to the place where I don't even hear it any more. It's very routine. You'll get that way in time." She looked very upset about everything. He wondered what he could do to calm her down. "Could I get you a cup of tea, Miss Saint-Just? Then we could sit down and talk about the future."

He frowned. She still seemed angry and now she looked horrified as well. And she glared at Danny. Why? It made no sense to Danny. "There's nothing of which to be afraid, Miss Saint-Just. Nothing will happen here. It's my place and it's completely safe. And I am here to keep you safe and comfortable." He really could not see why she was so bothered.

When he asked her to look at what he had for her in one of the rooms, she said, ;What could you possibly have that I would be interested in? Come and look. I've brought you some clothes. I hope you like them."

When he mentioned that he had not bought her any shoes, she obligingly gave him one of her shoes to look. But he put up a hand in protest. "No, I would like you to choose your own. Shoes are very personal and I don't know what styles you like. Let me pull up the web for you and a few sites. You can search for what ever you wish and then put it in the shopping basket. Money is no object. I will buy you whatever you wish." He sat down at the other computer, pulled it up and began typing, pulling up a site with fashionable women's shoes. "If you don't like these, there are many more. Sit down, if you please..." He stood up and pulled out the chair for her, then drew another one near so he could sit next to her and see what she was doing.

She said she doubted he could afford her. He smiled shyly. "I beg to differ, Miss Saint-Just." But then she said something that cut him to the quick. She said he had a sick, twisted obsession with her. His smile faded and was replaced with a look of confusion mixed with hurt and sadness. "No, you misunderstand. I am not sick or twisted. I love you, with my whole heart. I would do almost anything for you. In time you will see that..."

Then she mentioned performances. He smiled again. "That is easily remedied. We will simply call your theatre and tell them you are quite under the weather and can't possibly perform for a while until you recover. I assume you have an understudy. And if it's wages lost that you are concerned about, I will pay you anything you lose in wages. After all, it is my doing that you are here."

Marguerite still didn't understand. How long would it take? But Danny was patient. However, she did have a tendency to come on very forcefully and Danny was afraid that if she did so too many times, she would raise the level of his anxiety, which was never a good thing...

[MARGUERITE SAINT-JUST]

He explained everything and appeared calm but anxious, at least to her. His mellow temperament helped to dwindle on her increased fears and anger, but did not help to remove them. Marguerite had every right to be outraged at the current situation.
Work... down here? Her facial reaction to those words was priceless and dramatic. He had to come down here in the bowels of the city just to work?!? Surely NYC was not THAT bad?
Barely glancing over at the violin but took a double take to see it was quite the instrument, an expensive one! But, he couldn't do that in his own home? Wasn't that what a private residence was all about? The man confused her moreso even while he was being so sweet and sounding so rational.

"I doubt I could become used a sound as though something was crashing down upon us," After all, the world was a cruel place and NYC had been the center of one of the worst Terror Attacks in history! Something could still come down upon them!

She barely had time to comprehend or accept the offer of tea when he mentioned discussing the future. Those words also drew a dramatic reaction from her. "A future? What... future,... Danny?" She appeared confused and frustrated, but her reaction could have been far worse had he not been kind and mellow. His sweet disposition kept Marguerite from going on an absolute rampage.
Keep her safe? She crossed her arms, then flung them up and let them slap against her legs as she turned slowly around with a very apprehensive laugh. She wasn't looking at anything in particular other than the place she was now confined to. "Safe?" She opened her mouth to state more but only held her breath, nearly groaned, and placed a finger to the bridge of her nose as though a headache was coming on. No, he did not understand. In a way, she didn't feel safe. How could she feel safe when a man drugged her and brought her to some place that she had no real clue of how to escape from? Well, she could try and find some vent or other means to escape from here when he fell asleep. Yes! She'll do that! Perhaps she will lure him into a false sense of security, to lower his guard and when he was asleep, she will make her move to somehow get away!

It shocked her that he purchased clothes for her. Was he planning this all along? Had she fallen into his trap of obsession? She was bold and often would take chances. Apparently, Danny took advantage of her apparent 'weakness'. How clever of him. But she'll outwit him!
Have her order new shoes? He will pay? Online? Confused at this offer, she wondered how she could turn this to her advantage. Could she send an email out to her Agent, a Manager, one of her co-stars... SOMEONE... that she was in trouble? She had to think fast.
She was stunned though that he stated he would buy her anything. Whatever she wanted. A couple other men had stated that before but wanted her to look good for their own purposes. Such allowances did not help her any. She, of course, she was leary of Danny's offer.
Her mismatched eyes watched Danny - still in that white half mask - as he sat down at a computer then moments later offered the chair to her like a Gentleman! Despite this strange situation, he was still trying to be a Gentleman. Well, actually... it was plus towards him that he behaved in such a way. Again, for it helped just ever so slightly to sooth the on-edge nerves of the infuriated French Actress.
So... she moved to the offered chair slowly then sat down, looked at the websites but cancelled out of them and went to her own places she often obtained shoes. With what she saw in the closet... it would be difficult to really match footwear until she really got a good look at the outfits.
She shook her head, what the hell was she doing?!? Conforming to what Danny wanted? Was she mad? As she stopped, staring at the screen then turned those angry mismatched eyes to Danny. "This is a very sweet offer, Danny... but... " she closed her eyes, looked stunned and disappointed with barely a shake of her head while she found it hard to say anything more. He apparently missed what she was trying to state. Again, her fingers touched her face as she closed her eyes and sighed, "I'm a Model, Daniel. My price is Five Thousand dollars for each turn down the Catwalk," she tilted her head sideways to look at him with a serious gaze from her mismatched eyes. "No I will not model the clothes you purchased for me." She sighed, again despite how frustrated she was he seemed to mellow her by just his sweet disposition.

His next words not only caused her to become breathless and numb, but she stared at Danny with unblinking eyes for a while just... stunned. Slowly her head lifted from her fingertips as she straightened up still in a state of shock of what Danny had said. Doubled with the look upon his face, just made her incredibly confused now.

Yes, she could not perform and have an understudy take her place. His suggestion of being ill... well, now she was starting to feel a little ill. And hungry. Confused. Just... everything was hitting her to the point it was now exhausting her and she needed some time alone.
She took notice that she was trembling slightly and no doubt looked ill. He was so... so... there were no words to describe Danny at this point. His obsession with her was no normal obsession, at least that's what she concluded. What was worse is that he affected her already hence why she felt so betrayed, why she was so angry. But now....
Again, still in shock as he would do anything for her, pay for any damages, buy her anything, etc. The key word was 'anything'. Anything for her. This made her sick to her stomach while she trembled.

"Oui, Daniel," with a pinched face of pain gazing hard back at him, she looked like she was about to cry, "this is your doing," and with that... she got up swiftly but gracefully and with similar swift and grace made her way to the bedroom where she closed the door, placing that uncertain barrier between her... and him.

Inside that makeshift bedroom as her mismatched eyes danced around the room, both hands moved to her face and covered her mouth as the tears began to flow and gasped for breath. After a moment, a hand slipped down to her stomach while the other remained over her mouth while tears streamed down her face. A couple of tears dropped from her eyes when she closed them and gasped for air as she whimpered. She loathed this turmoil within her. She didn't want to feel like this again! It hurt way too much to feel such chaos! Yes, she's been through hell like this before, not just with a boyfriend, but with other situations in her life that drained her, nearly making her so sick she couldn't function.
Was she deceiving herself with Danny? She no longer knew what to feel or what she wanted other than wanting to get out of here and away from him! He stirred something so raw and deep within her that it was frightening her now!
She took off her high heel shoes as she moved to the cot, then sank down upon it. Still crying she laid down contemplating how it got to this point. Was she so stupid to have been so risky? Was she deliberately being blind because she was turned on by Danny? He seemed to be a dream and that didn't stop! He continued to be so sweet and almost puppy like as he said he'd do anything for her! The thought, his words, in her mind of what he said just still made her feel so tormented and ill. She didn't know what to think or feel. But she knew that she had feelings for him. She didn't want that to be. Or did she? What bittersweet blissful torture! To be loved by a man who would do anything for her Love.


She cried for a little while then drew herself up out of her little pity party at thoughts of how necessary it was to get out of here. She sat up and started looking for her phone. Damnit! Did she leave it in her purse?
No!
She pulled it out of a little pocket at the top of her skirt but as she looked at it... it was just about dead and worse... no reception. Her anger was roused again and she threw it at the large curtain that doubled as a makeshift wall. Then clinched her hands into fists as she sat upon the cot, her face resting against her fisted hands while she cried. Her make-up was streaking and running, but she no longer cared.

Minutes later, she looked up, draped her arms out in front of her over her knees and looked around with her tear filled eyes before she wiped the tears away with the palm of her hand. Would she see her brother again? She closed her eyes and cried, "Oh, Armand, Why?" as though she were hoping her brother would hear her. But, how could he? He was back in France. That is, until he was deployed to Afghanistan. She didn't like the idea he would go there at all but as always, Armand said, "If Prince Harry can handle it, so can I." And it was always said with a smile. Nothing to pull her brother away from chivalry and duty.

Getting up off the cot and started to softly pad around the makeshift bedroom in an effort to look for some way to escape.
A tedious search of the room held no option of escape though. Not even in the bathroom. Frustrated, she pounded her hand against the wall three times in frustration then leaned against the wall.

Time seemed to be nonexistent here and she became confused as to whether it was day or night. The thought of missing a performance made her feel ill. But wouldn't that alert someone that something was wrong if she didn't so up? Yes, it would. However, where would they know where to look? She honestly left no clues at all. The authorities would be looking for weeks for her! One performance was one too many to miss in her opinion.


With determination as she marched towards the bedroom door, throwing the curtain aside dramatically as she likewise dramatically flung the bedroom door open, glanced about then moved to what appeared to the door to Danny's 'Office'. She grabbed hold of it-
It wouldn't turn.
Jiggled it...continued to try and turn it... to the point she became quite frustrated.
Twisting around to glare at Danny, "You can't keep me here, Danny and you know it! What ever will it accomplish to lock me up here... where ever here he! Somewhere deep underground? Why?" As she stood there against the door glaring at him then she straightened up and looked a little composed. "I never notified anyone about not performing this evening. And I'm sure it's far too late for that. I'm sure the Managers and my Co-Stars are concerned, wondering where I am and have most likely contacted the Police. They will start a manhunt, Danny. They will be looking for me. And when they find me... they... will find.. you!" She gazed hard back at him, a plea in her mismatched eyes hoping he would relent and let her go.

[ERIK DANIEL LENOIR]

He saw her glance at the violin that he had pointed out. "I't's a Strad....Stradivarius," he said with a modicum of pride. It had an incredibly beautiful sound. I shall play it for you whenever you wish."

"The trains? Yes a bit loud, but they don't come through this part much any more. It's partially abandoned. Just a few trains come through every day. It's not as if they were roaring by outside every few minutes..." He smiled, trying to comfort her. He could see that her nerves were jagged.

She asked what future he was talking about. He smiled. "Our future together. We must talk about it. I know you are not ready to speak of it at this moment, but I can wait until you are ready. I don't want you to be upset. But we have time. Plenty of time."

Marguerite began acting like an overly dramatic actress. She flung her arms about a bit and seemed as if she misunderstood his intentions. Danny had no wish to harm her. On the contrary, Marguerite was the woman of his dreams. He had waited so long for someone like her! They were made for each other, although he rationally realized that she didn't know that yet. And he could wait. He had patience. Danny had had such bad luck with relationships his whole life that now that he had found the perfect one, he would not let the relationship die. Definitely not.

Finally Marguerite took his suggestion that she order shoes on line. Danny watched her closely while she was online. He didn't want to leave her alone with the computer, because at this stage, she would likely try to call for help. And while his online address was hidden extremely well, it was barely possible that if someone were looking for Marguerite, they would leave no rock unturned. And while he felt his firewalls and virtual hiding places were quite impenetrable, there was always another hacker out there working with the police to uncover clues. They would have to be good to compete with Danny, and he felt invulnerable when it came to digital technology, yet.... Marguerite went to a website of her own choosing, which was fine with Danny. Whatever she wanted....

Marguerite, it seemed, could not find the shoes she really wanted, and so she gave up, he hoped only for the moment. She thanked him and told him it was very sweet. He smiled. That was nice of her to say. And then she said that her price for each turn down the catwalk was $5,000. He smiled. "Does that mean 5,000 per show or per clothes change?" He wasn't quite sure what she meant. "But whatever it takes, I would be pleased to pay your salary. 5,000, 10,000, 50,000, 100, 000...whatever you wish, Miss Saint-Just. It is worth it just to see you model the clothes. I am sure the clothes would be put to shame by the loveliness of how you shall show them." He was quite taken by the idea that she might model for him. And he would pay her for it if she wished. "But only if you wish to model for me, Miss Saint-Just. Only if you wish to..." He hoped she would say yes. Then she stated outright she would not model the clothes he had purchased. "I see. Undoubtedly, they are not really worthy of you. It's all right But at least you'll have something to wear. We can purchase better clothing later."

When Danny mentioned how she could put off the theatre people by calling and saying she was ill, she looked a bit confused. He would surprise her and take care of that. Perhaps she didn't care to miss a performance. She even looked a bit angry at the thought of it. Of course. It was so like her. So dedicated to her work.

Then she said, This is your doing... and she ran off to the bedroom, leaving Danny wondering what she was up to. Certainly this whole escapade was his doing. And he was quite proud of it. He had had to do something quickly after the unmasking. He could not let her leave him after having seen his face. The previous girl had done so and he had lived in fear for weeks that there would be internet headlines, Monster stalks New York City or I had a date with the ugliest man in the world or something of the sort. Luckily the girl must have just decided to forget the whole episode, for he hadn't done anything to her other than inadvertently frighten her when she pulled off his prosthetics.

But Marguerite was different. She was famous and in the spotlight of the world. If he let her go too soon, she would certainly tell news reporters and then his solitude would be over. He would have to find a new place to live where no one would recognize him. And that would be difficult considering how instantaneous information could be transmitted these days. That was definitely one consideration. But he was also sure she would come to love him and for that reason would never betray his secret. He loved her too, but it was important that he keep her here until she understood that. It could be a bit before she did understand.

Then she went into the bedroom, quite swiftly and abruptly. He went to the computer and typed in his passwords. When the computer came on, it told him that it was 1:30 in the morning. Their lovely evening had turned into a very long night. But while she was in the bedroom, he needed to take care of a few things. He checked to find out precisely when her next performances would be held. He hacked into her email and sent an email to the officials at the theatre, whom she had spoken of, saying that she was ill and over tired and needed time away from the theatre and it would nonetheless give her understudy the chance to perform. He wrote that she was very sorry for the short notice, but that her health was foremost. He tried to write in the style of how she spoke. He was quite pleased with the effect and sent it off.

He would make breakfast for them on the morrow. Danny knew how to cook, but in things of that sort, he was a bit lazy and preferred to have Bunny cook his meals, which she did, and prepared some food for him for the times she would not be about. But down here, Danny was on his own. It would be fun cooking for Marguerite in any case. So he closed up both of the laptop computers when he was finished with his task.

He removed the half mask, putting it away in a safe place, considering it was irreplaceable, having belonged to his illustrious ancestor. He washed his face in the small kitchen sink which was piled high with dirty dishes from previous times when Danny had stayed here. Previously, it had always been he alone. This was the first time a visitor had seen his "office." And normally he would never wish anyone to even know of it. She was privileged, he knew, to know one of his secrets. But she still didn't know everything about Danny. She knew nothing of the illegal money making activities that he performed on the well-shielded computers in this small apartment. That was the main reason for the place. It made him feel safe and invulnerable. It was a veritable fort, he thought. Yes, certainly someone could bash down the door with enough force, but who would ever guess that he was here? He was invisible for all intents and purposes.

Danny took out a small shaving mirror and put it on the table to shave and replace his prosthetics. He wanted to look his best for his lovely lady when she decided to come out of the bedroom. He decided to wash the dishes because they looked a bit unsightly for his guest. When the sink was cleared and he had put the stack of dishes in a cabinet, he went to the closet and put on a pair of pyjamas and a robe and turned out the lights. He lay down on the couch and closed his eyes. Then he heard some noise from the bedroom. It sounded as if someone were pounding on the wall. Someone? It could only be Marguerite.

Suddenly she burst out of the bedroom, the light from the room illuminating the otherwise dark outer room. She started jiggling the door furiously. Of course it was locked, Danny was no fool. He sat up on the couch and watched her. He felt so bad that she was upset. It appeared she was more than upset, she was quite angry and frustrated and perhaps even frightened.

Danny kept to the formal way he addressed her. He wanted to make sure, that because he had to keep her here, she would be assured that Danny was respectful of her. "Miss Saint-Just, there is no way out of here other than that door, and it is clearly locked quite securely. Please don't upset yourself. Come and sit next to me and calm yourself. " Danny's words were reassuring, but he had started shaking again, this time quite badly. He was becoming anxious with the sound of her fighting with the door. It upset him greatly. He didn't wish for her to suffer or be afraid. But it had to be .... there was no other way.

"If you wish to dress for bed, there are several nightgowns in the closet." He sat on the couch. He wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her and comfort her and make all her worries go away. But he felt as if he would frighten her more if he attempted that too soon, and he also couldn't stop shaking. She frightened him a bit. He didn't like her glare, even though in the half darkness, he couldn't see her as clearly. He hoped she wouldn't become violent. He didn't think so, but one could never tell. Until she realized how much he loved her and how much she loved him, anything could happen.

Marguerite made a few empty threats. He brightened. "I've a surprise for you. I took care of needing to return to the theatre so soon. I've told them you are ill and overtired and that you must have a bit of rest. And that you could not continue in your role at the theatre for a short while. Perhaps a week, perhaps more. However long it takes to recover. Your understudy will take on the role for you while you are gone." He laughed, a bit nervously. "You must give the girl a chance, really."

[MARGUERITE SAINT-JUST]

Everything happened so fast and yet so slowly. The violin, his mask, his purchase of clothing, he fancied a private modeling but only if she wanted to do it? To reassure her of the crazy rumbling subway trains, dress for bed in a nightgown, ... a future... together?!?
She was so confused by him she didn't know what to think any more. Was he dangerous? Was he harmless? He constantly mentioned his adoration of her in various ways but nothing to impede upon her honor in any way. He was a Gentleman true to his integrity. Yes, she was more than confused and embattled over what she was feeling; drowning in a flood of emotion from every direction!

She stood there with the door to her back just... staring hard at Danny. By this time, she noticed he wasn't wearing the white half mask any more... but looked... normal! He looked handsome and so endearing. Not that he didn't look handsome and endearing with the white half mask, but... he looked as if nothing had happened to his face.
The new prosthetic threw her for a loop and she felt another rush of overwhelming emotion. More deception? More craziness?
He looked... vulnerable though. He was resting upon the couch... gave her privacy in the bedroom... and he... was in pajamas! Again, the overwhelming flood of emotions that seemed to drown her from all angles and she couldn't get a foothold to pull herself out of this chaos!

Sit next to him? She continued to gaze hard back at him. And do what to her? What was he wanting to accomplish by keeping her here? Ahhh... he had already stated that. More than a few times and it stunned her. But to lock her up here? Why? Why was this his medium to achieve his goal? What drove him to bring her here and keep her here thinking this would be the way for her to love him?

Slowly, she pried herself from the door and slowly walked over to the couch, over to him. She stood there before him to gaze back at him with those mismatched eyes that were speaking volumes despite she was silent. Those exotic eyes looked him over and noticed he was shaking. Granted there was a chill down here but was that what cause him to tremble? She was curious and was wondering if she was wearing upon him. If so, was it a good or bad thing? Would he release her? Or harm her? Well, he stated he wouldn't harm her. Still... that meant nothing.

Another raised brows with a shocked looked. Those mismatched eyes flashed her frustration. "A... week?" And her tone of voice reflected how she did NOT like that idea at all! "Daniel! I cannot stay here!" A brief glance around then returned her eyes to him.
Give the girl a chance? This made her see red for she couldn't handle this whole situation from Danny any more! But as she drew up her hand, it balled in a fist and she held her temper. She came so close! So close to slapping Danny for such a mistake! But next time, she doubted she could restrain herself.
With that, she twisted around quickly and stepped away from Danny, her hands upon her face, rubbing herself then crossed her arms and held herself as she paced slowly in a circle. She was obviously deep in thought wondering what further she will do to get out of this situation.
She snickered, "This is very good, Daniel. Very good. You have managed... to... " her words trailed off. Was damage her career the right thing to say? Perhaps so, perhaps not. it was hard to tell. But she would state it nevertheless. ".. you have successfully managed to damage my reputation." A glare back at him, her eyes glassy and hurt while she held herself. That little tiny bit of her wanted his arms to comfort her. But then she felt rather disgusted with that little desire. After all, he was doing something so absolutely vile at the moment, wasn't he? Holding her here against her will.
A twist away from him, holding herself she closed her eyes as a tear streamed down her face. She wouldn't look at him. Wouldn't face him. Not with so much ripping through her with this drown flood of emotions.

[ERIK DANIEL LENOIR]

He asked her to sit next to him, on the couch. He wanted to put his arms about her again. Though it had only been some hours since they had been dancing and embracing, it seemed like a lifetime to Danny. And he knew he was right to keep her here until such time as she would realize she loved him. If he had let her go, she would be out on the street somewhere, probably thinking terrible thoughts, as if she perhaps had kissed a monster. Which wasn't too far off, the thought. He was a monster, in looks at least. He didn't think anything else he did was monstrous. Different, perhaps. He knew he was different, but certainly not monstrous. Although, he had been called that name and worse. That certainly had hurt. He didn't like to think of the embarrassing times it had happened, especially as a child.

Marguerite was still standing at the door, her back to it. She seemed to be uncertain as to what to do. He was shaking a bit from anxiety. He wanted to stop it, but he couldn't prevent it. He put his hands in the pockets of his robe, then it wasn't so obvious.

She said, a week? He nodded. "That will give us plenty of time for what we must do." He smiled shyly. Then she said, I canNOT stay here! She seemed angry and her manner was a bit frightening. She was making him more anxious. He took a couple deep breaths, trying to sound more confident to her. Marguerite took to some more histrionics. She looked almost as if she were about to slap him. He backed up just imperceptibly, not that that would have helped had she really meant to hit him..

She glared at him and he thought he saw tears in her eyes. He felt badly that she was sad. He wondered what he could say or do that would make her feel better. Surely she would tell him it would be to let her go, but he knew she would run to the police immediately and would only ruin him. He would be taken into custody and probably tried for kidnapping and, if they began to investigate, definitely computer crimes and more. It could not happen. He began, for the first time, to wonder if this had been a good idea. Then he put it out of his head. No, it was the best idea under these circumstances.

He could see that she wasn't amenable to sitting next to her. He rose and approached her, meaning only to take her in his arms and embrace her. He was cautious though, for he didn't know what she might do.

[MARGUERITE SAINT-JUST]

Time? Plenty of time?!? To her, he rambled on about silliness that she was not wanting to even think about. Had he really become that obsessed with her? It was both disturbing and exciting. He wasn't like her past beaus, but still! She was not eager to be caught up in someone's absolutely sick and twisted obsession! Silly her, she fed into it though with the fact she was actually out for some one night fling!

The fact he was so mellow, not even dominant, not your typical crazy kidnapper who she heard would kill or rape women. But then again, all the craziness all around, it was hard to tell! He was indeed keeping her locked away in a vicinity that was far from anyone's eyes! This was still not a good situation.
She was so confused! So very confused! And rather... at odds with herself about many things.

She heard him approach, knew he was near her but did nothing just stood there with her eyes closed and softly whimpered only to gather her wits and just stand there, her arms bout her. Somehow, some way, she had to convince him that keeping her here in this place was not the best idea and to let her go!
But she did not move away from him. Not this time. She relented only to plea with him. "Please, Daniel," with a pain filled emotion voice, eyes closed. "Let me go."

[ERIK DANIEL LENOIR]

Marguerite allowed him to approach. She had her eyes closed but did not move. She seemed to be whimpering. He wanted to comfort her. He approached slowly and put his arms about her, very gently. He didn't wish to frighten her. She was already upset. If only she would listen to him, if only she would calm herself, she would see how right for each other they were!

Danny felt that his arguments to Marguerite for keeping her here were completely logical and that he only need wait until she saw his side of the question.

He touched her, his hands reaching about her slowly and he embraced her gently and pulled her toward him. He smoothed her hair back and wiped her tears away. "I never want you to be sad, Miss Saint-Just. Please just bear with me. Everything shall be fine."

Then she said, Let me go... He said, "Oh, sorry." He took his arms away immediately and stepped back. "I think you might feel better if you slept for a while. Unless you're hungry. But perhaps, it's better to wait for morning to eat. One can get indigestion if one eats and then goes to bed immediately. Tea might be good for the stomach, though. Would you care for some?"

Danny was weary too. He needed some sleep and was looking forward to the next day, when he was sure, that after a bit of sleep and a good meal, Marguerite would certainly be willing to stay with him and not to be so sad. "Come," he said. "I wanted to give you clean towels for the shower in any case. I shall take mine and use them tomorrow when I shower. If there is anything else I can do to make your comfortable, I would be happy to do so." She wasn't so aggressive as before, and he became much less anxious. Everything would be fine, in time. He was sure of it. But he couldn't wait until she knew it too.

[MARGUERITE SAINT-JUST]

She was so tired and this battle with Danny was going no where. To her, there should be no reason to kidnap her, hide her, lock her up. These were red flags of a disturbed person that she's often been warned about. Stupid her, she played right into it. Once again, this would no doubt be a dramatic scandal. That is... IF she got out of this situation.
As he came to her, she remained unmoved. The feel of his comforting arms slowly and gently wrapping around her only made this situation stressful and even more confusing. She loved him, but that budding infatuation was threatened by his apparent obsession with her. She was no one's possession, no one's play toy or puppet, no one's object of any manner or sort. Her mind was screaming out all the wrong he was doing. But her heart... was tugged towards him and his compassion, his kindness, his comforting arms. This was a dangerous game they played that often resulted in casualties.
His arms around her was a glorious feeling though. How could she deny that guilty pleasure. Though she was drawn to him in that comforting embrace, she simply couldn't wrap her arms around him. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't. It was too soon to relent to whatever it was he wanted. Her desires and fantasies... placed on hold if not dashed from her mind. A rift had begun between them and it would take some time and some careful healing to mend what was threatening to rip them apart.
So tender was his touch, so comforting was his embrace. Why did she feel horrible? Everything will be fine? Bear with him? What for? She did not understand what he was doing. It frightened her, stressed her, confused her, made her angry and sad. She wanted to return to that bliss that she was experiencing above... in his Penthouse. Here... locked here ... with him... isolated with what in all reality should be a madman... It all confused her more and she cried.
She relished in his touch and felt awful at the pleasure it gave. His gentle voice with those sweet words. Honestly she didn't want it to end!

But the loving embrace did end. Alas, with a misunderstanding! And THAT... those misunderstandings... is what was driving them apart! And it was hurting her! Deep within, she could feel how much it was just killing her! She didn't want this wedge between them. She was taking more than a fancy to Danny, as she spent time with him, learned more about him. He charmed her greatly. Almost like Love at First Sight.
As he let her gone, stepped back... placed that space between them... She felt this was getting no where. It hurt more and she continued to cry, still not opening her eyes, not even attempting to look at him. She couldn't!
Sleep sounded perfect and yet, to follow his suggestions... she wanted to do the opposite of it. Nothing he suggested sounded like enough to ease her troubles at the moment. So with a hand raised, absolute silence other than her soft sobs, eyes still closed, she barely shook her head while turning away and strode back to the makeshift bedroom where she took to the cot, laid down and cried herself to sleep.

[ERIK DANIEL LENOIR]

He moved away from her as she had asked. Danny sat down on the couch. He was tired too now. The excitement of all the events of the day, the exhilaration, the frightful pulling off of his prosthetics, the flight down to his office, the struggling to make Marguerite understand, coupled with his anxiety and a hope that she would come about, but also an underlying terror that she would somehow escape before she understood how much he loved her and started to love him back. And it could be terrible for him if everything were to be discovered about him.

When Marguerite finally went toward the bedroom he said, "Goodnight love...um...I mean....Miss Saint-Just. You will be refreshed in the morning. Have a good sleep." He went to one of the rooms and pulled out the spare pillow and blanket and lay down on the couch. It' wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep, but he would certainly do it for her. The cot was much more comfortable.

He went to sleep quickly. At first he rested easily, but then he began to have disturbing dreams. He moaned in his sleep and started talking, rather loudly, and even yelliing at the top of his voice at times. He moaned again and seemed as if something were pursuing him. Then he became quiet for a short time until the nightmares returned. He didn't wake up all through it, but the blanket was bunched up and his pillow fell to the floor, so much was he moving about in his sleep.

[MARGUERITE SAINT-JUST]

Love. When he wished her good night and called her 'love', she stopped momentarily at the doorway of the makeshift bedroom. Just keeping her eyes closed as she barely released a sigh. How can she love a man who could not see reason and keep her prisoner? Was he afraid that she would blab to the world of his deformity? She would certainly keep that a secret! He need not worry about that. For if that was the issue, she would reassure him tomorrow that she would not shed light upon his deformity.

In the makeshift bedroom, in all it's completely lacking decor and absent elegance, she felt like some orphan again. It tore at her as she laid there and cried herself to sleep. Her emotions so raw, so torn between her love for Danny and his awkward actions.


Unsure if it was morning or still night, she eventually awoke. Fairly rested but her eyes were puffy from sorrow before the exhaustion took over.
Prying herself from the cot and padded through the curtain to the bathroom where she looked herself. She looked awful! Well in her opinion she did! Her make-up somewhat streaked so she washed it off, took off the cardigan, and sought something to brush out her hair, brush her teeth. Being in the clothes did not feel comfortable any more, even while sleeping in a bra, there was quite a bit of discomfort.
After a while of pacing around the rustic bedroom, she decided to depart from it.

From the bedroom to the main hallway where the table was, the couch... she spotted Danny on the couch, fairly wrapped in the blanket and the pillow off the couch. She softly, walked past him to the room where he had all the clothes. No shoes though made the floor a little cold.
She sorted through the clothes. Nice as they were, in an environment as this, there was no use in wearing them. Unless it was to please her captor. She began to think of what it would take to be released from this dungeon. She had to do some thinking. What was she willing to sacrifice for freedom? How long can she hang on to her sanity in this prison? Granted, he was here, too. Most stories she heard, the bastard would lock them away while they roamed around free, only visit them once in a while. But Danny... he was down here with her, the whole time and not really acting like some vile person, but loving and comforting.
Again, she had to think of what to do.

Once she picked out something to wear, she softly made her way back to the bedroom. But before she changed, she locked the bedroom door and the bathroom door and took a shower to freshen up, but also was a little stressed and sobbed briefly at her situation. Somehow, some way, she had to get out of this mess!

Finished with the shower, she eventually changed into the clothes - one of many that Danny had purchased for her. It was something simple, yet enough to keep her warm down here.

She didn't look like she walked off a runway or the front page of Elle magazine, with really no make up, her hair wet but drying, and in the simple clothes, she looked... normal.
Now she unlocked the doors to the bathroom and bedroom and then walked out to the hallway like area to see Danny... still sleeping.
Her eyes shifted to the computer and she pondered a moment. So she moved to it, opened it to see if she could pop on and figure out a way to get some help.
Could she? Was it possible? Each second that past made her want to chew her fingernails in anticipation. She was waiting to see if it would let her email out... something-
Damn!
Password protected!
Her eyes shot to the side to look at Danny. He looked so handsome on the couch and it just troubled her. Especially how she was feeling, both disgusted and yet... she wanted him! She couldn't believe these odd feelings! And how it disgusted her so! She got up quickly and paced.
Think, Marguerite! Think! she told herself silently as she paced. How could she get out of here? Look for a way to escape? She could. Try to find the key to unlock the door? She could! After all, he was locked in here, too! She had to think of something to convince him to let her go!

[ERIK DANIEL LENOIR]

After the nightmares passed, Danny fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. After a bit, he awoke gradually, hearing something out of the ordinary. When the trains were not moving, it was rather quiet except for some electrical humming noises which were really background. Danny opened his eyes a bit and saw light coming from the bedroom. Marguerite had the door open.

He picked up his pillow off of the floor and closed his eyes again just in time to hear Marguerite walk by again. Her footfalls were soft for her feet were bare. He wondered why she didn't put on the slippers he had bought her to go with the nightgown. Maybe she hadn't found it. He was about to sit up and tell her where they were when he thought better of it. He heard her sniffling softly and then the door closed and he heard it lock. Danny heard the shower then. He smiled. She was settling in.

After a bit, he realized he couldn't sleep anymore. He got up and though he felt sleepy still, he was too disturbed and excited by all that had happened. Too many things were going on in his head at once. Too many thoughts, too much confusion.

Danny sat on the edge of the bed. What could he do next? Then a thought came to him. Perhaps he should take his medication. It might help him to cope with the situation in a more rational way and help him think straighter, clear up some of the confusion. Danny often forgot to take his medication regularly and things became strange. Danny even admitted to that. But he couldn't remember to take the meds. He had a phenomenal memory but that was one thing he just couldn't remember.

He looked everywhere and the meds were not there. They should have been in his valise, but they were not. Could he have forgotten to put them there the last time he packed the bag? Most likely. He would have to leave the office and get them from his apartment. And so he would have to dress. He went into the room which served partially as a closet and dressed. He folded up the bedclothes and went out stealthily, locking the door behind him.

It was about four in the morning. Danny walked the distance to the service lift, unlocked it with the code and went to his apartment. He found the meds and took them straightaway. Then he went into the bedroom to see if there was anything else he needed. He sat down on the bed. It was so nice and comfortable. He lay down. It felt so good. He closed his eyes for just a few moments.

It was nine am when he awoke....

[MARGUERITE SAINT-JUST]

Something had to be done, a plan had to be devised or some way of getting out of this place! She had a life beyond these walls and had to get back to it! She didn't understand what Danny wanted and why he brought her here. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know.
After she returned to the makeshift bedroom, her mismatched eyes started to scan the room and then started to mill about to see if she could find some means of a crack, a panel loose... anything.
Eventually she meticulously went throughout Danny's "office" in an effort to find... again... a lose panel or some other means of escape. At the moment, she did her best to avoid Danny. Just being around him stressed her out in various ways and she didn't want to feel those emotions.

It wasn't long though that she realized... Danny was gone. Her breathing picked up and soon enough she began to panic! Had he left her here? Alone? Why? Why would he do that?
She rushed about the 'office' banging on the walls, went to the door... it was locked which only frustrated her more. She found nothing at all! No means to escape! He left her here! He abandoned her!
The panic set in quite deep now. Frightened he would come back and do away with her or do something to her or perhaps leave her down here to die!

Though panic was gripping her, she did understand the clothing that could be available, there was food and water to survive upon...
As she came out of one room, she took notice... of his laptop! Perhaps she could try again! She had to find some way of getting out of here!

Darted over to the table with the laptop, she frantically tried to get onto the computer, to see if she could email for help or something. Again, the stupid device was password protected! But she had to try! She attempted to think of anything possible. But nothing worked and she became frustrated, nearly throwing the computer, but she did hit it a few times only to slam it shut and toss it up onto the table. Usually she was a person to respect other people's things. But in this case, most of her kind behavior had gone right out the window!

Fingering through her hair as she was frustrated and panicking and panting heavily while looking around. What could she do?
Look for the key perhaps?

She snooped a little more around the 'office'. She found some powder, looks like sleeping powder or something dangerous. She saw some of the stuff he used for his prosthetics, namely the spirit gum.

Room to room she went. Even fingered through his clothes, trying not to be turned on by it as difficult as it was, but she had to find something to stop him and get her back to her normal life!
Nadda!
Another frustrated rant as she paced around and continued her furious combing of the 'office'. She saw cabinets and boxes, so decided to look through those.

Little by little as she sifted through the papers, she started to gather information on... Danny. And what she was finding... was almost... disturbing! She didn't know what to think! Should she pity him? Loathe him? What?
It was like watching a train wreck - you want to turn away but simply can, only watch in horror at what was unfolding!
The more and more she read - couldn't help but read - the more she tried not to judge Danny. Her heart was saying give him a chance, her body longed for him, but her mind was loudly objecting to everything! However her spirit... was neutral. Nothing came of that and eventually that would be the deciding factor whether Danny was a good man or not.
Institutionalized in a mental facility more than once. Psychological behavior issues of all sorts. Medication. And of course, more about the deformity and how that affected his lifestyle as he grew up. This created an image in her head of Danny... as a little boy... and all the teasing, the bullying, the dislikes, and even torment he received. For this she felt bad for Danny! No boy deserved to be treated horribly! She covered her mouth and started to cry. Just her odd eyes, she was treated oddly. She couldn't even imagine what hell he was put through for his face.
What was stranger yet... is all this information. It lay buried here, in a way locked away from prying eyes. Though she found them only because he brought her here.
She found little of anything else but the papers of his metal and physical issues through his youth. What sort of a life was that?!?
Red Flags. These were all Red Flags that Danny most likely was no good to be around.

She couldn't help but to continue snooping around. As she looked in another box, it had more papers in it. Including papers to his parents from not institutions this time but teachers and headmasters or headmistresses about the issues at school, a couple from his parents to him while he was institutionalized, one to his parents from him... all of which she read and found disturbing but tugged upon her heart and soul. Then... the snapper...
A teddy bear.
One very old, ragged teddy bear that was losing an eye, the nose was mostly pealed off, the seams were splitting in some areas, it was smelly and matted, but it was so... adorable. And sad looking.

So sad!
So sad was the life of Daniel Lenoir, that she was not sure what really to do! This was almost too much to take in! She wanted out of here! Wanted so much to leave! Fearing that if she remained here, she'd go mad, too!
She got up and ran around the 'office' still trying to find a way out. Finally... she gave up as she had fits and panic attacks. The St. Cyr scandal was bad, and it was the last time she felt so helpless and panicked. She never wanted to feel like that again! But... now she was.

She backed against a wall in the hallway room of the 'office' and slid down to sit crouched and cried, covering her head.

After a while, she pulled herself wearily to her feet and stumbled into the bedroom. She felt a little exhausted again but her frustration... at being alone... locked up... and isolated... she started to lose it.. and threw a few things around the room. Soon, she laid down upon the cot, curled up and cried herself to sleep once again.

[ERIK DANIEL LENOIR]

Danny awoke slowly. He was disoriented. He wondered why he was laying on the bed wearing his day clothing, ...even his shoes. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He looked at the clock. A few minutes past nine am. He wondered if he was supposed to come to work today. He checked the calendar in his mobile phone to see if he had put in any notes. For some reason, he wasn't even sure of the date until he looked at the phone.

There was something gnawing at the back of his mind. If he wasn't expected at work today, then what was it? He started to think of the person who brought the fondest feelings to his heart. Then he jumped up suddenly with a look of horror on his face. Marguerite! He remembered now.... the lovely time they had last night, but he had taken her to his office after a horrifying episode in which she pulled off his prosthetics. He remembered being unbelievably angry and terrified at the same time. There was a period of time that he didn't remember, and then he had taken her to his office.

Now that he could think more clearly because of taking the medication, he knew Marguerite must still be in his office! And he had left her there alone! She must be terrified! He rushed to the door and took the service lift, hoping that no maintenance people would be riding it. For residents were definitely not allowed on the service lift. He only used it after hours, but it was the only way he had access to the areas below the building. He must explore more when he had time to find another way, in case this way were to be blocked.

But now he needed to go back to Marguerite. He needed to comfort her. She must be so frightened. And what had he done? It would look like a kidnapping, even thought that was not what he had meant. And a celebrity....what could he have been thinking?

Even though the medication was in his bloodstream, he became very anxious. He could think straighter now, see what he had done. But the anxieties were still there. The medication had to be taken every day regularly, and Danny rarely could keep to a schedule. His whole existence was schedule-less. Night morphed into day and into night again. There was often no rhyme nor reason to his hours.

He arrived at the door to his office. He pulled out the key and his hands were shaking badly. He hoped that Marguerite was all right and also that she didn't hate him. But how could she not hate him? He was keeping her prisoner. And now he was a criminal. He could never let her go. She would report him to the police and it would be all over for Erik Daniel Lenoir. He would have to flee the city.... probably flee the country. Where could he go? These thoughts plagued him as he tried to unlock the door quietly in case she was awake, which he was sure she would be.

He opened the door and slipped in quickly, closing and locking the door as swiftly as he could. He put the key in his jeans' pocket. No sign of Marguerite. Thank goodness she hadn't been about when he came in. She must be in the bedroom. He tried the door. It was locked. He knocked and called softly, "Miss Saint-Just? Are you all right? It's Danny. I'm concerned about you... Could I make us a bit of lunch?"

[MARGUERITE SAINT-JUST]

She was sleeping albeit lightly when the sound of knocking upon the door startled her to full consciousness. Her hands curled and gripped the covered and cot while gasping erratically for some air. Those mismatched eyes, glassy and swollen, glanced around in panic. But the voice... familiar... made her understand her situation.
"I'M NOT HUNGRY!" she barked with her strong French accent, looked beside her and grabbed her shoe and threw it at the door! "GO AWAY!" Then flopped and curled upon the cot. She began to panic as tears welled in her eyes, huddling the pillow against her head. She felt so lost, no one would know where she was! Only that... they would know that she was missing!
Little by little, she felt that distancing from Danny. Her choice, that infatuation, she felt was nothing more than a lie! Was she that desperate for someone's affection that she fell into the clutches of a madman?!?
This was a perfect time to do some serious soul searching.