Crystal looked up at Nathan and said, “I love Nathan, not you!” Nathan growled and said, “Nathan is dead, and I don’t need your love. It is your body that I want.”Crystal: “I gave him my body, and I would rather die than give it to you!”Nathan: How about if I take your body. And kill you?”“No...” Crystal cried. “Please. This isn’t you... Don’t you know that you’re Nathan?!?!” As she struggled, her hand brushed past the glass of water on the nightstand. She focused on it, and by using what little strength she had left, she was able to splash it in his handsome face. Dripping wet, he was super sexy. Unfortunately, though, he was not acting very sexy.Nathan tore the glass from her

“This is taking too long,” Nathan muttered, and he drew a pistol from a hidden holster. When Vic saw it, he was shocked. “Sir!” he cried. “Don’t do this!”Nathan ignores Vic. He aimed at the speedboat and fired three times. When he was done shooting, the boat spun in a half-circle and capsized.Crystal was thrown from the boat. She hadn’t been hit, but she almost wished she had been. She would rather die than return, but he’d taken that option away from her. She shook her fist in the air angrily as it settled overhead.A minute passed, and a rope ladder dropped into the water. Then, from the loudspeaker, Nathan shouted, “Come with me, or stay here and die. It’s your call. But, if you choose death, I won’t make it easy for you. I will shoot you i

At the Davis Mansion - the old Davis was sitting on a couch, studying his antique coffee machine. He put a cup of coffee under his nose and sniffed, and he felt refreshed. As he took a sip, the butler came in and said, “Christine is here, Sir.”Christine walked over, and she sat down in the chair across from the old man. She looked sharp in her sleeveless black shirt and white tights. She smiled at him and said, “Grandpa, how will I be rewarded this time?”The old Davis: “What do you want?”Christine took a stack of photos out of her bag, put them in an envelope, and said, “I’d like a brownie cake.”“Is that all,” the old Davis asked, startled. When she didn’t reply right away, he began to look at th

It took an enormous amount of effort on Nathan’s part not to smash the bathroom mirror. When he closed his eyes, not only could he hear Crystal and Eric screwing, but his mind played an X-Rated picture show behind his eyes. The only thing that he could think to do to make it go away was to hurt himself.After rummaging through the bathroom, he finally found a straight razor. He put it to his arm and drew several harsh, red lines. Blood oozed from the cuts, ran down his arms, and slowly dripped onto the sink - and as he stared at his face in the mirror, his Gerald persona was put to bed.Nathan looked at the cuts, and he was numb to the pain. It was nothing compared to the pain he felt over losing Crystal. He wanted to confront the old Davis, but he knew that he needed to play for time. Only by gaining the old man’s trust could he hope to find eviden

When Nathan refused to get out of Crystal’s way, she tried to push past him. As she did this, though, he leaned into her, and she was overwhelmed by his warm, familiar breath.Crystal frowned and asked him, “What are you doing?” She hated the fact that when he approached her, she was always powerless to resist him.Nathan glared at her. “How dare you enslave Mrs. Davis?” he hissed.Crystal winced and took a few steps backward. “Wh-Wh-What do y-you mean?” she stammered.Nathan: “How dare you force Helen to cook for you?!?!”Crystal’s face turned white, and she was too surprised to speak. Luckily, Helen was nearby, and she hurriedly explained: “I made too much fo