Session 27

Was her hatred justified? Or was she just being overdramatic. Quinn couldn't decide. She sat on her chair lifelessly with her knees tucked close to her chest. She shouldn't have trusted Spike. Not yesterday, not the other night, not six months ago.

Quinn knew she should have run from him as soon as she found out that he was involved with the syndicate . He was despicable, and so was Vicious.

Once a syndicate member, always a syndicate member.

Quinn knew very little of the Red Dragon, but what she did know was that crime organizations were not easy to escape from, let alone mentally recover from upon leaving. After all, Spike was truly nothing but a runner, and ever since his last fight with Vicious, he had to have been running faster than ever before. Although he didn't know Vicious was alive, he had to have known the syndicate was always going to be looking for him. Quinn had a taste of that life for quite some time, and based on her personal experience, she knew how mentally destructive it was.

That life was awful, and Quinn couldn't stop thinking about poor Julia. She was a syndicate member as well, and worst of all, she was caught in the middle of a treacherous love triangle.

Quinn Cried as she pictured her in her mind. She had no clue what Julia looked like, but she found a way to think of her anyways. That poor girl fell victim to the bickering of two men. Quinn couldn't believe the similarities of their lives, and it made her sick to think she was most likely Julia's replacement.

With animosity burning through her veins, Quinn untucked her head from her knees. Tears rolled down her flushed cheeks as the thought of Julia was quickly replaced by the stomach churning image of Spike sleeping with another woman.

Quinn grit her teeth as the thought tortured her. She wondered what the new girl looked like. She wondered how Spike had met her, and most of all, she wondered if he had used the same tricks on this new girl as he did with her. Quinn had a feeling Spike never viewed her as something special, but it broke her heart to have her feelings verified.

Of course she didn't blame him for seeing someone else, but she couldn't help but be angry with herself for even beginning to think he was loyal to her. He hurt her, again, and this time, it was all her fault for trusting him.

Quinn cringed at her own weakness. She sniffled as she wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her blazer. As sad as Spike had made her, she knew she had no time to waste. She shot up from her chair and ran over towards the front door. The sound of a shuttle taking flight caught her ear as she placed her hand on the doorknob. She twisted it, and pulled the door open.

Quinn's eyes widened as glaring sunlight reflected off the water and into her eyes. She flinched as her vision adjusted. Ahead of her was a long set of stone stairs that led down to a thin, pebble covered shoreline that was hardly visible considering how the water covered it.

The ocean was violent. Fierce, impossibly dark waves thrashed along the shore splashing water up onto the base of the stone steps. The water foamed and bubbled upon impact with the base of the steps, completely covering the rocky shoreline.

A raised, stone landing pad was stationed around thirty meters to the left of Quinn. It was empty, and as Quinn lifted her head up, she could see that Vicious had just taken off.

Quinn watched the shuttle fly towards land. The shore was no more than a few miles out, but boating would've been impossible with the condition the waves were in, and considering the distance, swimming was out of the question.

Quinn frowned as the chilling ocean breeze nipped at her exposed skin. Molecules of salt water caught in her lungs as she watched Vicious' shuttle fly out of view. Quinn stepped back inside once his ship disappeared along the horizon line.

She closed the door behind her, and without another thought, she dashed up the spiral staircase. She reached the landing and began climbing up the rickety wooden ladder.

She had no idea what was up there, but there was a chance something of use could be waiting for her. Possibly another shuttle, or maybe even something she could use to contact home.

Whatever was there, with Vicious gone, she had full reign of the house, and since he hadn't specified how long he'd be away, Quinn opted to use every moment of his absence to her advantage. Upon reaching the top of the ladder, she flung open the hatch in the ceiling and popped her head out through the opening.

The blaring sunlight she had witnessed earlier was once again burning her eyes. She raised a hand to shade her face while she hoisted her body upwards onto the stone platform above her. With only her torso in the room, Quinn noticed that the walls were entirely made of glass, and as she slid the rest of her body through the hatch in the ceiling she exhaled slowly as warm air assaulted her lungs.

The room was heating up like an oven, and as she stood upright on the platform, she noticed the massive lightbulb that was in the center of the circular room. The hatch in the platform base was just off to the side of it, and above Quinn's head was a tall, cone shaped roof.

She was in a lighthouse, a seemingly abandoned one, considering off in the distance, just along the shoreline was another, much larger, and much newer looking lighthouse. Clearly this one had been fashioned to keep someone prisoner.

It was the perfect hiding spot. Off in the middle of the ocean where no one would go. Of course the syndicate owned something like this, and Quinn wondered how many others had been in her position before her.

She grimaced at the thought of other victims waking up in the same bed as her. She hoped at the very least that not all of them had to wake up next to Vicious. She rolled her eyes as she gagged to herself.

What a despicable man he was.

Quinn continued to analyze her surroundings; not that there was much to observe. Aside from the shoreline a few miles out, there wasn't anything else to look at. The ocean seemed endless, and as far as Quinn was concerned, it might as well be. Without any sort of transport, whether that be a shuttle or a massive boat, Quinn was stranded.

Quinn huffed as she listened to the waves crash from beyond the glass windows. The ocean looked beautiful under the sunlight, but sadly she could not enjoy even a second of it.

Quinn, although free to roam the house, felt chained. There was obviously no chance of escape, and as far as she knew, no one was even looking for her. She knew that eventually people would start looking for her, but for now, everyone back home thought she was simply enjoying her vacation on Venus. On the contrary, Sophie was a snoop, and she was most likely already suspicious.

This gave Quinn quite a bit of hope, but this optimism quickly crumbled when she realized whose care she was in. She was under watch of Vicious, and no matter how slick Sophie was, Quinn knew she wouldn't be able to outsmart the syndicate.

No one ever could.

This made Quinn's stomach flip. She badly wanted to contact Sophie and get help, but she couldn't, and even if she could, she didn't want to put her friend in harm's way. Quinn was conflicted despite the absence of any real conflict.

With one last glance along the watery landscape, Quinn sighed as she made her way back down the ladder. She slipped her body through the hatch in the floor before pulling the cover closed over the top of her head.

As she made her descent down the ladder, she wondered what her fate would be. She didn't think she was going to die, but after all she had been through, death seemed to be a feasible option regardless of Vicious' words of protection.

Quinn slipped her hand off the last rung of the ladder as she stepped onto the landing at the top of the staircase. For a moment, all she could do was stare blankly at the wall.

A thousand thoughts raced through her tired mind. She was trapped here, and she was nothing but a slave to her captor. Spike was off fucking another girl, and considering the call Vicious had received earlier, it seemed like Spike wasn't going to be around for much longer.

She hated how much she was thinking about him, but it was clear that he was the root of her sorrow. He was what was causing her life to be on the line, and ultimately, he was the cause of his own life being threatened.  

Maybe he deserved it. Karma never failed to do its job. 

Quinn bit her tongue as she held back tears. It bothered her that Spike was in danger, but part of her wanted him dead. With everything they had argued about the day before in mind, Quinn couldn't piece together a single positive sentence to say about him.

With how often they seemed to squabble, Quinn wouldn't have been surprised if she was just another body to him. The only difference was that she was consistent, and clearly, whenever Spike wanted her, he could have her. 

She meant nothing to him. 

For a while, Quinn stood, silent, with her hands hanging loosely by her sides. She wanted to curl her fingers into her palms, but she lacked the energy to do so. Instead, Quinn turned towards the stairs. She pinned her back against the wall before slinking down towards the floor.

She inhaled deeply before leaning her head against the wall and closing her eyes. She so badly wanted this to all be a dream, but she knew, ever since she had opened her eyes that morning, that all of this was real, despite her suspicions. The severity of it all was just now beginning to settle in. She truly was trapped on this island, and Spike was in no way bothered by her absence.

Quinn began to cry.

Spike was a mistake. She should have known better. 

{A/N y'all I have NOT forgotten about this story and I do not intend on forgetting about it! I'm just so BOMBED with finals right now, please bear with me!}