❦ SESSIONS ❦ WITH ❦ LOVE❦

|Justice is served|

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Silas lifts me up from the bath and into his arms where I feel the most safest, there I wish I could be for the rest of my life and if I have my way that will happen. Nothing can keep us apart from now on, nothing and no one. We will be together, and we will forever be one. He doesn't seem to care about the fact that my body is wet nor the fact that water4 is dripping onto the floor. He just walks with me into the bedroom where he lies me down on the bed.

He gets on top of my body and instantly;y my mouth is met by his, and I find that all is perfect as I kiss him. The heat between us only grows and even when I shiver I find that my body is hotter than it has ever been. When my eyes meet his after we break the kiss I see the desire in his eyes. The desire for me and that makes the heart within my chest beat faster than it has ever done. Only he can make me feel that way, and it is only meant to be seen by him and his eyes only.

The way that he holds my body against me makes me feel almost every inch of his body, as he wears clothes, and they are the only thing that are in my way of touching him, of feeling his soft and warm and safe touch which is more gentle than anyone could have ever imagined. I know the things that he has done and will do are terrible and yet it only makes me love him even more and deeper. All that he has done is to protect me and even if people have lost their lives because of it, it can only be because they deserved to die for what they have done to us.

His kohl black eyes stare at me with this gentle look which is slowly taking over his desire. His eyes have always been the root of my curiosity around him. They are true and warm like him and still I know that he can be cruel and wicked when need be and his eyes show his emotions perfectly, if people were to look they would see if but they don't, and perhaps I even like it that way because his eyes and his emotions are mine and mine alone, no one can have him but me.

"I won't take you now" He whispers to me and that is why I see that his desire for me is still there, but it is slowly being taken over by something else. "It's not the right time. When I take you and make love to you, it will be special. Both of us will remember to be a night of love" He tells me. 'Such a romantic' The voice in my head. I giggle. "Who knew that the great Silas has a romantic side?" I ask and he laughs as well.

"No one calls me the great" He says to me and I laugh once more. "I do. It's the truth. You're great and amazing and a miracle to me" I tell him, speaking only the truth. He might not see it himself, but he is the best thing that has ever happened to me and I wish to never have that ruined. To have us apart from one another for that would make my life a living nightmare. "Romance is the one thing that I always and will mess up" He whispers to me and I take his hand into mine and hold it close to my heart.

His hand touches my skin where my beating heart is, and it rests on my breast. "Do you feel that?" I ask him. His kohl black eyes have not left my eyes, and he does not look, but he does nod his head at my question. "That is how you make e feel. My heart is yours, and it beats only for you. Without you nor your love I would not be able to live. The heart inside me would not beat as it does for you" I tell him. His face softens as tears form in his eyes. Tears that only I will ever be able to see.

My hand is over his hand as I press it against my chest and where my heart is, truly allowing him to understand why my heart beats so fast for it is for him and because of him that it is like that. It beats fast but even the beat itself will never be able to explain just how much love my heart has for him and my words will never be enough either for the things that I feel for him are things that can never be described, only shown through actions of love.

"You think that you have no romance in you, but my heart is a proof that you do" I finish. A tear slips from his eye and lands softly beside my head as he buries himself in my neck. I hold him close to me, and he holds me closer to him. The two of us feeling the love that we have for each other. No words need to be spoken in this beautiful moment between the two of us. Even when my body wants him in ways that I do not wish to speak of, I know that it is now the right time now but one day it will come, and I will wait for it.

I don't know for how long we stay like that but when he breaks the embrace and looks at me, I see that his eyes have gone red and puffy from crying. He silently cried in my arms and I found that it was all right. He just needed to let it out, and I do hope that in one of our sessions that he will be able to tell me what he had cried about, but it is also all right if he doesn't tell me, but it will be better for him to let it out and speak about it.

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I sit in the living room or what I think is the living room because it has many couches and chairs for people to sit at and then coffee tables and such as well. Waiting there alone does give me time to look around, this room is in the house, but I've not seen this one, and it does look like it has recently been cleaned and perhaps even redecorated if I'm not wrong, but there are some things here that are like the things that I've seen around this house.

The door opens and Trina walks inside, I can see how nervous she looks when she enters. Her body language tells me it all and the fact that she's afraid to look at me. It can show that she feels guilt of some sort, perhaps because she's here. Though I was beginning to question what had happened to her before, though I did not give that much though into the subject. I don't even know why.

Neither one of us says anything for some moment until I notice that she doesn't sit down. "You can sit, you know. If you want" I tell her. Her head slightly looks up at me, but she does not look into my eyes. Trina is hesitant, but she does walk over to the seat that is across from me and sits down. Though I can tell that she's uncomfortable to be here. Then we fall into silence once more, I think neither one of us know what it says in this situation.

"Why are you here?" I ask after some moments have passed by us. For some time now I've been wanting to speak, but I suppose I just did not have the words for it, nor the voice. Not even I know why I feel so nervous to talk to my best friend. We used to share everything that came to mind before but that has been so long, even if not a couple of months but still it is a long time and much has happened since we last saw one another.

Trina takes a deep breath and opens her mouth, but she doesn't speak at all. I reach over and take her hand and when she looks up at me there is this shocked look on her face. I give her a gentle smile but don't say a thing. Letting her know without words that she can tell me anything, that I'm here now only to listen to her and what she has to say to me. Trina is my best friend and I will do anything to make her be happy, and she will not be happy if she doesn't speak and deal with the things inside her.

Tears run down from her face. "W-when I was fifteen I met a boy. A story everyone tells. A girl meets a boy and falls in love and lives happily ever after. It was like that for some time. He was kind to me, took me to the most romantic places. He was one year older than me, but we did not care about it. We were in love. He was gentle and waited until I thought I was ready. M-my older sister become pregnant at a young age and I saw how she struggled. I wanted to wait until I was ready, and then I could have children and love my husband and my children" She begins.

"For five years we were together until we finally married, and then I gave myself up- to him in every way possible. I was so in love that I did not even see the things right in front of me. After we got married his true colors showed. He would become angry and frustrated. I only blamed it on his new job. His father had handed him the company which he worked at, and it was a pressure for him" She says.

I can see how Trina has a hard time even saying this, but I hold her hand, and I'm ready to listen to her. "At first it was just a slap here and there, but then it becomes worse and worse as time passed by. There were times that I could not even walk from the busies or broken bones. My face was so bruised that I could not even leave the house. But, I did what I had to do. Hid the bruises and went on with my life" She says.

"I worked for a facility that I thought was helping people, I thought that I was doing something good in life because I knew that I was being punished for something. To have the man that I love, hurt me in that manner. I was in pain every single day and night and I focused on work. I worked in that facility. Lea, that facility was where you were being held. I saw you. You were like a flower that was so pure and innocent. When I spoke to you for the first time, as a guard which I worked as, you spoke to me as if we were friends" Trina says.

"We had only met, and you were treating me like someone you had known for a long time. Then you started telling me on how we knew each other and that we are best friend. At first, I thought it was the oddest thing. But, the more you spoke, the more I realized that we were best friend. I worked as a guard, but I came there to be your friend. I care so I much about you and I thought you were sick and being helped. I never could have believed that they were the people that did this to you, treated you like that" She says to me.

"I had no idea. I swear. I was told that the restraints were to keep you from harming yourself because you had done so in the past. I was stupid to believe them. I did and still do think of you as my friend. That has not changed and will never change. Lea, you're my friend. However, the longer that I worked there the more I saw what they were doing to people. Giving them pills that did more bad than good and experimenting on them... on you" Trina speaks.

She stops for a moment and looks at me, the tears that roll down her face are one of sadness. "I did everything I could to stop them. I tried to go to the police, but they turned a blind eye, did not even want to help me and the people that were suffering there. Then I believed since the police could not help me, no one could. I tried to do things on my own. Get rid of your chains, but that was not even enough. You were still trapped in a world that was not his one" She says.

"I had given up as there was nothing that I could do. That was until I met Silas who came to me with an offer. Told me that I could join him and his cause. From the moment that I saw the two of you together I realized that the pills that had been given stopped working, and you came back to reality. Almost that is, you thought yourself a therapist still and thought yourself of his doctor but even when you were able to grasp the reality and make it your own" She tells me.

I don't understand most of the things that she's saying, but it's best for her to say what she has to say to get it off her chest. She holds my hand tighter as she's so close to breaking down. "I thought about it, and then I took his deal. I started to work for him, and it was and is one of the best things that have ever happened to me. Without it, I would still be trapped with an abusive husband" She tells me. "What is it that you do for Silas?" I ask her.

She gives me a small smile. "I'm an assassin" She speaks. I did not think that she would say that, but I suppose that she does fit the profile of one. "I only realized that I could be that when Silas had told me to come to the basement. I did what I was told, and he presented to me my husband and all the tools that I could use to hurt him. I took my time and I loved hearing his screams. He screamed for me to stop as I had done to him but like he had done to me, I did not stop. At least not until he was dead" Trina tells me.