I can't pinpoint the exact moment when I knew my fixation had turned into an obsession. All I knew was, I was never going to let her go. I might have taken her as collateral, to make sure her father did exactly what I wanted but things had changed. She was mine now.

"Oh and Jim, Jim Gordon?" Jerome peered into the camera as if to yell out to an audience: "I have Rory here," he turned the camera towards Jim's daughter and revealed to the audience a girl that had been beaten and tormented, she was gagged and her eyes didn't look at the camera but above the lens; at Jerome who was holding the camera. "Say hi to Daddy, doll face," he jeered from behind the camera. She looked down the lens and shook her head as if to tell Jim not to try. The camera went back to Jerome. "She's a beauty isn't she, Jimbo," Jerome smirked into the camera, his laughter becoming harsh and wild: "and she's all mine, you try anything, and I mean anything, I kill her. She's my prisoner, my reward, and you're not taking her away from me Jimmy boy, on no, not this time" his words were spoken through waves of laughter. *** Rory Gordan is the stepdaughter of Jim Gordon. Her mother moved a lot so Rory was born in Gotham City but raised in England and from the age of 10 she had been bouncing from one country to another with her mother. However, when she turned 17 she had grown tired of the constant change of moving and decided to move to America. It was when she was visiting her long term boyfriend when her life got flipped upside down, not only did she meet one of the craziest boys on the planet, but she discovered that she had a gift that would curse her forever. This story is a collection of scenes rather than a flowing plot, so its chronological but it skips scenes and jumps back and forth between different perspectives. The story is under editing, so it'll get more cohesive over time. ••• I do not own any characters or plot lines from the TV show. However, original characters like Rory do belong to me. Total Word Count [46,156]

He was her rock, her best friend, her first love. He became her worst nightmare, her tormentor, her captor She was his everything. His obsession. Their story should have ended with that court case, but he's found a way back to her, and he won't give her another opportunity to escape. Not this time. ------------------------------------------- Shivering, I sobbed out, unable to speak, unable to move. "Shh, shh, now baby-girl, it's alright, you're safe, don't cry" he soothed, moving closer to me. "N-Noah, I w-want to go home," I sobbed, feeling weak from my inability to talk without stuttering. A gasp left my parted lips as his hand forcefully connected with my cheek, "You are home, so I don't want to hear that crap from you, okay?" shaking, I looked down at my feet, his gaze too menacing to hold. "I said, do you understand" he spit through clenched teeth, "y-yes, I'm sorry" I whispered, a new wave of tears making their appearance. "Good girl, now I need you to keep being a good girl, okay?" nodding, my eyes met his dark ones. His form towered over me, making me feel small and irrelevant. "Words, Embry!" He demanded as I stuttered out a quiet yes. I studied him cautiously as he walked towards the far end of the room, shuffling through drawers before stalking back towards me and crouching down. I sucked in a breath as I saw the knife in his hand, his face held a mischievous grin as it glinted in the light. "Now baby-girl, you see, as much as I hate to, you need to be punished, do you know why?" Warning! This story is for mature audience, it contains strong language, abuse, mature themes and sensitive topics. Please enjoy, -Aphrodite.

You never wanted any of this. You hadn't meant to spiral down the rabbit hole that led straight to Hell. You hadn't meant to become the target of fate's twisted plan. You had just been trying to do the right thing, to do right by him. You were a good person. A good friend. Your eyes were bright with a light that the world hadn't quite managed to snuff out yet, but God knows it was trying its best. You weren't crazy, your heart wasn't black, and you were trying to be the best person you could be... Wasn't Hell meant for those who deserved it? Crappy summary, I know! I know! I'm terrible at these! I think the story is better... So the first few chapters are awful and I hate them to death but I swear it gets better, you can skip to the end if you like but you'll probably be confused- Disclaimer: Do you really think I own Gotham? Well here's a surprise: I don't! Shocker right? But if I did, you can bet Jerome wouldn't have died. Anyway, so Gotham is not mine! None of the characters are mine either except....well....you, but that sounds wrong so ima just say none of 'em are except a few ocs. This fanfic is mine though. Warnings: A lot of violence, dark themes, angst, murder, creepiness, one-sided, there are some non-consensual aspects, lots of kidnapping, mentions of child abuse. Overall, it's pretty dark...