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  Jezie studied Olaf's face, trying to gage his expression. He seemed to be quite serious.

  "Really," spoke Olaf, not removing his gaze from hers.

  "Really what?"

  "I really mean it. I can see the doubt in your eyes. I wouldn't ask you if I wasn't sure, Jezie. You should know me better than that by now."

  "I do, I mean I just, this is very quick. I have alot to think about. As great as it would be, I can't just rush into a decision like this. I mean honestly, there are more people to think about than just myself."

   "You don't have time to think about this. There really isn't another option. I would prefer you come willingly, but if I have to force you, I will."

  "Excuse me?" Jezie spoke with a tone of frustration. She didn't like the direction that this conversation was heading, but she felt he deserved the chance to rephrase.

  "I'm not really giving you a choice in this Jezebel. You will be comming with me, one way or the other. Like I said, I'd really prefer it if you came because you wanted to, but I have no aversion to throwing you over my shoulder and carrying you kicking and screaming the entire way." Olaf smirked like this was some kind of elaborate joke. He didn't realize how absolutely pissed Jezie was.

   "Get out." She spoke with exhaustion in her voice, but she still maintained a stern voice although her body was slumped against the wall.

   "What?" He sounded shocked. This was not anything close to how he figured she would react. He had planned for it to go only one way, Jezie utterly enthused and jumping up and down out of joy.

   "You heard me. Get out of my house. Now. I really don't want to have to call the police, or worse yet, Tony."

   "You see Jezie, that's why you have to come with me."

  "And why is that?" She was now speaking rather harshly, holding the door open for him, irritation turning rapidly to anger.

  "Tony. Jezie, he... he want's you dead."

----------------------------Later that Night----------------------------

   Jezie had just finished putting her last shirt in her duffle bag and was zipping it shut. Olaf had taken Max home and was comming back for her, and her things, in his car. She checked the alarm clock she had left plugged in. It read 6:55 in bold red print. He was due back any minute, he said he would be there at about 7:00. Just as Jezie was unplugging the clock, she heard a loud knocking at the door. Odd how he was knocking. They both knew he was comming back. She should have just told him to come right in. Without checking the peephole, Jezie opened the door to find none other than Tony standing in the doorway.

   "To...Tony? What are you doing here?" Jezie was terrified, but was desperately trying, to no avail, to keep it out of her voice.

   "You know exactly why I'm here slut. You had a job lined up for 5pm. I got a call at 6:30 saying you never showed. Now, that's just not good business Jezebel."

     Before she could even mutter a word, Tony had her by the hair and drug her further into the apartment not bothering to shut the door behind him. Jezie tried to scramble along with him, but he was holding her at such an odd angle all she could do was allow him to drag her to the couch. He threw her on the old, matted down cushions like a rag doll before swinging a hard left into the bridge of her nose and right cheekbone. Whimpering Jezie lifted a hand to protect her face only to have Tony snap her wrist back until a loud pop signalled she wouldn't be moving her arm for a while. He lifted a knee into her stomach, forcing her back further onto the seat.

   Olaf twirled his key around his finger as he walked up the last flight of stairs to the apartment, "You'd think they would put an elevator in or something," he muttered as he turned the corner. Jezie's door was open and he heard a soft groan followed by a very loud thud.

   "Shit," he breathed as he sprinted into the apartment.

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