Cara couldn't help herself, she hated feeling jealous. She had made it clear to him she wanted nothing to do with him, yet she was pining after the very man. She made her way back to her room, a shower calling to her. It was increasingly frustrating that she was constantly asking Johnson to keep lookout while she showered. It was a little before midday so she was certain that everyone else would be out, she decided to risk it. She headed into the washroom, making her way to the back of the tiled room. The area was separated by a white tiled wall, allowing two sections for showering. She stepped around it, peeling off her workout clothes and turning the faucet on the farthest side. Cara waited for the water to heat up as steam soon welled up in the room, like a mist rolling in. She stepped under the cascade, revelling in the refreshing feeling as it washed over her. She had soon finished washing and was enjoying the subdued tranquility when she heard a click as the th

A further week had passed, Cara’s nightmares weren’t easing up and Archer was still making a regular appearance to soothe her during the episodes. Cara had woken a few times to the sight of Archer, before her eyes shut again. No words were ever exchanged, the silent understanding that he would protect her filled the room. She allowed the small intimate strokes on her hand or face to pacified her without the need to speak. This evening was different though, her nightmares took her back to the dungeon she was held captive in. Only this time, Rich had appeared in the doorway, he was tensed up and fists clenched at his sides. His face was pulled up into a smirk, taunting Cara. He stalked towards her, his eyes glowing red in anger. His face contorted and his smile widened in a satanic fashion. She tossed and turned, trying to pull herself away from his grasp. He pulled at her clothes, his nails turned into claws as he dug them into her skin. He was crawling on top of her,

Cara had slept soundly for the first time in weeks. Nightmares no longer tormented her like before and she savoured the refreshing feeling. The sunlight streamed through the window, cracked rays shone around the room casting buttery light on everything in its path. Cara slid her well rested body from the bed, minor aches dragged through her muscles but they only filled her with pride that she was working her body. She picked up her dirty clothes and threw them into her bag, throwing on some clean clothes she slung her bag over her shoulders and made her way down to the laundry room. She had only visited the place once before but recognised immediately the route she needed to take. She basked in the sun as it shone down on her, casting a glowy tint across her silky skin. She finally reached the laundry room, pushing the stiff door open she was greeted with the fresh scent of clean linen and laundry detergent. There was no one else in the room, just her and the deep whirring a

Cara sat in her room, Archer’s music blared through the speakers, some rock anthem drowning her thoughts. She had been sat for a few hours now, the team had been called into a meeting leaving her to the confinements of her room. After the morning she had, melting into Archer's arms was the sanctuary she needed. He had cleaned her cut, made her a cup of tea and they had lain together on the bed talking. The conversation was light and easy, just like it had been on their first weekend together. Cara was reminiscing, the sound of Good Charlotte's Anthem thumping in the background when the door to her room swung open, making her jump. Archer stepped in, clutching a rucksack. He walked across the room in silence, pulling open his wardrobe and packing the bag with various items. She turned the music down, the sound of heavy footsteps pummelling down the corridor and dispersing into various rooms echoed around her. “What’s going on?” She took a step down off the bun

It had been another day of no contact, something which despite the conversation she had the previous day with Brown, still filled her with worry. The sensation in the pit of her stomach was telling her something was wrong. She had tried to distract herself, the gym was a brief reprieve, however, as the rain continued to pour outside it only enhanced her already foul mood. It was mid-afternoon and Cara found herself sat in the common area. The echoes of raindrops against glass windows were the only background noise. Diesel was at her side on the sofa, relishing in the petting Cara was giving when shouts from down the corridor halted her. Cara got up from the sofa, following the anger-filled noise, it was coming from Brown’s office. She reached the door, about to enter, when the door swung open and her dad stormed out. Pushing past her, he didn’t utter a word.