Sawyer couldn’t believe how well he had slept.  Every night he was plague with nightmares. Haunted by the memories of the torture that he endured while a prison camp in Afghanistan. They seem so real. As if he was transported back to that small underground cave.  The feel of cold sharp blade could be felt even when he woke from the nightmares. Most of the scars from that knife were on his back.Some were deep and jagged. Other thin. All were long and crisscross over his back.  A few were on his chest . Like the one on his clavicle. And few slice along his abdomen.  He was thankful that Jasmine wasn’t bothered by them. Then again she had been a little distracted when they had been naked together. So had he for that matter.<br/>Sawyer smile down at her. Idly caressing her back. He never felt this way about a woman before. He had a few relationship. But none them made him feel as if they were his soul mate. He hated that she was put in that bottle. But if she never was put in that bottle then he never have found her or his soul mate.<br/><br/>“ Could I get that in writing? “ Sawyer teased lightly then got serious . “Because you look like beautiful angel when you are sleeping. I couldn’t help but wonder how guy like me could have been bless with such a gift as having such a beautiful woman in my life. There was a time I thought I never would see a woman. Let alone have one in my life. “ Sawyer wasn’t a deeply religious man. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t believe that there was a God. He even cursed him while in that prison camp.<br/><br/>“I was in prison camp over a year. Kept in a dark hole in the ground and was tortured on regular basis.” He had told anyone the details. Nor did he plan telling her everything. “It’s the main reason why I want to free you. No one should kept prisoner for no reason.” He gave her a deep kiss. Before continuing. “ I understand why you don’t want me to.” He fingered her raven black with red streaks wondering.Deep in his own thoughts. Wishing he could free her and knowing he couldn’t.<br/><br/><br/>*******************************************************************8<br/><br/><br/>Sara gasped out in pain when Edmond griped her hair. It felt as if he was going to pull it out by the roots. There had been a moment she thought he apologies for what he called her. But she knew better. Edmond wasn’t a nice guy. She knew that. It was one of the reasoned she was drawn to him. But still hurt that he called her that. It hurt even more when he said to remember her place and that he will call her whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.<br/><br/>Sara run out if the room crying after he had rolled off her and pushed her away. She wanted to yell at him to leave her apartment but was afraid that he would indeed put her in a bottle like he had Jasmine.  She slammed the door of her own bedroom and flung herself onto the bed. Damn him and damn me, she thought. Even though she was hurt and angry, she was still horny. She reached down and fingered herself and bit the pillow to stifle her moans. Once her climax hit,she rolled over and cried more until she fell asleep.