Joe let out a cry, "you don't mean that, just say it, say you love me and it will all be ok, Ella, please.." he sniffed, only one tear left his face, falling onto his knee. He looked up at her, his face begging for remorse. For love. "I love you, from the moment I followed you home, don't you see?" He pushed himself up slightly, placing both hands on the glass, "there's not a line I wouldn't cross for you!" He breathed out, swallowing the spit that had started to fill his mouth, "I'd literally kill for you Ella, I loved you, when you picked out your favourite book, our favourite book!" He swallowed, shaking his head, "I loved you when you smiled at me, I still love you.. just say you love me," he begged, "it's all I want to hear," he said quietly.
Joe looked at her hand, scambling to place his in the same spot. He'd never been so close to capture before, it was.. scary. "No-no! Ella.. this isn't funny anymore, you just have to let me out, please! Please!" He slammed his hands against the glass again as she walked away, ruffling his hair angrily, he let out a groan. Joe was getting mad, shit he was mad, she did love him, she was just scared and he gets that. He watched her, like prey, "you can still- you can still like me," he said, almost whispering, then Joe laugh, "Marco..." he mumbled, "if you want me to come clean, I'll tell you, I- Marco.. he is teeth to," he scoffed, "you know that asshole actually shot me? Don't you care, Ella I have a gun wound, and I was shot!" He hit the glass again, his knuckles were becoming bloody, his heart began to jump slightly, shit, "no! No- Nono, please! We can talk about this! We don't have to call anyone," his voice was becoming hoarse. His hands sliding across the glass, leaving blood.
"Ella, Ella... Ella! Just listen- stop ignoring me!" He cried, watching as she walked over to the safety box. Watching as she opened it, he looked down at the jacket on the floor. His gaze was predatory once more, walking over to the jacket He unzipped the pocket carefully slow, pulling out her phone. He looked at it, it was locked, of course, but he knew her password, he then turned to look at Ella, standing slowly and walking towards her. "Ella, just say you love me, say you don't mean it", he whispered, he breathed quickly, but before he could open the door, he dropped the phone to his feet, crushing it under his dress shoes. He stomped and stomped, continuously crushing the wires and glass until it was nothing. He let out grunts if frustration, "call them now bitch," he muttered, slamming his fists against the glass, "go, go to them," he whispered, his hair was wild, and his eyes bloodshot from holding back tears. She would go up the stairs, but only to find he'd locked the doors, she have to come back down, that would give him enough time to unlock the door, with the key hidden in old timers. Mr Mooneys favourite book. He would grab her, and they would swap places. It was to easy. Joe had always been to careful, he wasn't about to let some woman who didn't love him ruin everything, he would make her love him, and if she didn't, she'd die, it was simple. She knew to much anyway, and she destroyed his box for her.
"Go! Call your precious cops, Evan said he'd call them to, where is he now Ella?" Joe questioned from inside the cage, "oh- he's ash, burnt, gone, never to return, with Marco... and Benji... and Beck.. we'll Becks buried, I couldn't burn her. And peach, she's at the bottom of the ocean." He laughed, "I wonder where I'll put you," he muttered, how watched her, her think, her swear, she finally turned, heading to go upstairs, Joe was fast, when he could be, it was all that running, rushing and pushing the delicate book to the floor, a single silver key falling below him and landing right next to his foot. He scrambled to it, rushing over to the door and quietly unlocking it, he pushed it open, rushing for a quiet part of the room, he would catch her when she was on high alert, when she came Back down those stairs, noticed he was gone, he would pounce, and she would struggle, but he was stronger, not stronger then most men, but he was stronger then her, and he would keep her in that damn cage until she learnt to love him. Joe almost stopped breathing, he could hear the panic in her, the way her breathing patterns changed as she rushed back down the stairs, he could here her footsteps stop, she was searching for him, she was scared. Her back was turned, and he was quiet on his feet, lurching behind her, his arm going around her neck as she pulled her backwards, she would be his, even if it meant fighting her for it.
