Twisted - Tangled Limbs Sequel (Shannon Leto Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

(Shannon's POV)

Brittany and I were watching a movie, but my mind was elsewhere. I was imagining Missi with Michael and wondering if she desired him or was acting on a misguided sense of obligation.

'Hey Mel. You're home. Come chill with us.' Brittany said when Missi came home.

Missi was startled and when she flinched thecontents of her clutch spilled onto the floor.

'No. I can't.' Missi replied nervously as I helped her pick them up.

'You look upset Mel. I think Brittany just wants to make sure you're all right before you go up to bed.' I said softly.

There seemed to be a glimmer of recognition as her eyes searched mine, but unfortunately a familiar glaze of dissociation as well. Something reached her though as we stared at each other and she started crying. I guided her over to the couch and sat her down between Brittany and I.

'It's okay. We're here for you.' I said softly as Brittany rubbed Missi's hand.

'How about a hot cup of tea?' Brittany asked, but Missi looked blank and didn't respond.

'Are you warm enough?' I asked.

'It's very cold in that room.' She mumbled, catching herself afterward.

Brittany appeared perplexed by Missi's response and I hoped I was wrong about my initial thought. She draped a blanket over Missi before going out to the kitchen. She returned with a mug of tea, but Missi seemed oblivious when Brittany tried handing it to her.

'Here Mel. Drink this.' I said taking it from Brittany and holding it up to Missi's lips.

She hesitated before taking a sip, then closed her eyes and savored it. She eventually took the mug from me, pressing her hands against the warm sides.

'What happened tonight Mel?' I asked.

'We went to the charity ball.' She said.

'Then what?'

'We went to Michael's.'

'What room is cold Mel?'

'I'm not allowed to say.' She said staring straight ahead.

'Those kind of rules don't apply here. This is your home, here with Brittany.'

Missi didn't respond, merely lowered her head. I hoped she'd open up, but dreaded having my suspicion confirmed about the so-called room. She and I had tried that type of thing once and she 'd reacted badly. If that was what was happening, she likely wasn't a willing participant.

'You can tell us Mel. We only want to help and we'd never tell anyone.'

'The master's room.' She muttered quietly.

I struggled to keep my emotions under control as the picture became clearer as to Michael's control over her.

'Michael is your master then?'

'Most of the time.' She whispered, her response tearing through me worse than the one before.

Brittany squeezed my arm, obviously aware how difficult this was for me to bare.

'There are others?' I asked.

'Occasionally'

'Do you know them?'

'I've only ever heard their voices.'

'Were you blindfolded?'

'Yes'