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case,
looking her over with pleasure.
    “ How is my love doing
tonight?” he asks, a joyous smile spread across his
lips.
    The heart monitor next to the glass
case beeps, showing her quickening heart beat. “I hate you,” she
sneers.
    He smiles, letting his
weight fall to the left. “No you don’t, that’s just what Sam was making you think.
That’s why I saved you.”
      She gawks at him in
disbelief. “ Saved me? If you wanted the best for me you would have left me with
Sam! You don’t get how much I love him…” She breaks into tears,
curling her fingers into fists at her side as she looks up at
him.
    Adam’s smile falls; there must be
something inside of him that knows this is wrong. “But he doesn’t
love you like I do… All he sees is your face not what’s underneath
it.” His bottom lip trembles as he opens the door to the case,
walking away as it swings open.
    Melody peeks her head out before
letting her toes hit the cold floor. Her heart races as her eyes
bounce around the room, red painted walls each place her eyes
wonder; why hadn’t she noticed the lack of windows and doors one of
the many times she’s been here? She spots the hall way where she
had found the glass case, if she can remember right she had seen a
door at the end of the hall.
    She tiptoes her way down the hall,
swerving down its curves, her feet softly tapping against the tiled
floor. At the end of the hall stands a single black door, cracked
open to let out just enough light to beckon her towards it; the
door creaks as she pushes it open enough to slip through. Blood red
curtains hang over tall spheres, just like the one she had spent
the night in. Two stand against the wall closest to her, while the
rest sit in perfect rows going down to the other side of the room.
Melody turns on her heels to study the curtain closest to her, a
small light flickers beneath it. Her fingers grasp the soft, red
silk, pulling it up so she can see what kind of secrete is hidden
under it. There’s a glass case, like the one she was in all last
night. The only difference between this case and hers is that
there’s a woman inside of it. She is tall, tanned and tired, with
her eyes a sad shade of blue. She looks up from the floor to
Melody, her black hair falling to the side of her face.
    “ So he’s letting his new toy
out to play?” Her voice is even, and smooth, almost like jazz to
Melody’s ears.
    Melody gives a baffled look as the
woman continues, “You don’t know yet do you?” the woman sighs, like
explaining this to her is eating into her time too much. “Adam
likes to steal women and keep them for himself. He’s a huge
player,”
    Melody slinks to the floor, crossing
her legs as she gets ready for blackmail information to use against
Adam someday. “That doesn’t surprise me.”
    The woman locks her blue and gray eyes
on Melody. “That’s why we are all here. He sees what he wants,
sweet talks you into falling in love with him and when you realize
that you don’t love him he locks you up in one of his many trophy
cases. Then he trains you out of feeling love for the person you
truly do love.” A tear trickles down the woman’s face, her eyes red
around the rims, but she quickly brushes it away.
    Melody looks around the room, standing
to her feet as she studies the many red sheets hanging around the
room. “There are more like us?” she asks.
    The woman nods, running her fingers
through her hair, hiding her crying face. “Most of these cases of
are full of them, except for a few, he’s still working on their
hearts.”
    Melody runs over to the closest curtain
and tugs it down: another girl.  She zigzags back and forth
between each case, yanking the sheets down; each woman gives a
relieved look to find her on the other side of the glass and not
Adam. Melody runs back to the woman in the first case.
    “ What’s wrong with him?” she pants.
     “ He seems to have
taken a liking to you more than the others, though. He’s