Dislaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.

Relena opened her eyes and looked around the room. It was like a doll's house: pink and lacy and full of stuffed animals. It was pretty, but not her room. Not like anything she would have chosen for herself. It wasn't a hospital room either. From what she could remember from the night before, she belonged in one. She was being driven home when a car collided with her limo. She had lost conciousness almost immediately.

She gingerly got off the bed and looked around. She knew, more by instinct than anything else, that she was a prisoner. She was sore all over, but nothing seemed broken or even bruised. She was lucky then, for she hadn't worn her seat belt last night. No one else was in the room, but Relena started for a moment when she passed the mirror. That image wasn't her, was it?

She was dressed in a school uniform, a very short school uniform. Her hair was gathered in two ponytails. One on each side of her head. Her shirt was open show the top of her bra which was satin and lace, not the one she had been wearing last night. She realized that she had a tremendous wedgy and turned around. Looking into the mirror she realized that she was wearing thong underwear and her pubic hair had been shaved for her.

Relena balled her hands into fists and ran to the bed. She then buried her head in the pillow to muffle her screams. She was horrified. Someone whom she didn't know had obviously gotten to know her while she was unconcious. Relena fought down the tears that were threatening to spill and walked back over to the mirror. She buttoned up her shirt and took her hair down. She then began searching the dresser drawers for clothes. All the clothes she found there, made her want to gag. she found leather skirts and bustiers, lace and satin underwear, fishnet stockings and plastic rubber body suits. Every pair of shorts or skirt she found barely covered her behind. The shirts were either too tight or see through. The closet was just as bad. The dresses in there were obscene, tight, clingy things that she would never consider wearing in public. She put on a pair of shorts, underneath her skirt and waited.

She couldn't escape. The room had one door, it was locked from the outside. The bathroom had a toothbrush, hair brush, toothpaste, soap, shampoo and toilet paper. No razors, no windows. There was no food and no phone.

Relena got up and grabbed a stuffed bunny. It was purple and pink and about to die. She was bored. It had been at least a couple of hours since she had waken up and no one had come. She was hungry and angry and there was no tv or even a book around for her to read. She pulled off the bunny's arm for no other reason then to dissipate her frustration. She ripped into its stomach and then began pulling on its head. That's when she noticed the ears. They had some sort of wire in them, she could tell. She ripped off an ear and pulled out a wire heavily encased in plastic. She had to find a way to get the plastic off. Then maybe she could jimmy the door open. Heero had showed her how once. She looked around the room and couldn't find anything that would be sharp enough to scrape away the thick hard plastic.

Relena tried scraping the plastic against the hard edge of the dresser. She then tried stuffing the plastic between the dresser drawer and it's runner. She opened and closed the drawer a few times. It was working, but not fast enough. She found the wheel on the runner and shoved the plastic in there. After a few shoves the wire became visible. Taking more care in positioning the plastic, she tried again and within several minutes, she had enough of the plastic sheared away to stick the wire into the door lock.

She concentrated on the small hole and placed the wire in. Turning her fingers skillfully she listened until she heard a small click. She then stood up and very carefully opened the door. All she could see was a poorly illuminated flight of stairs leading up to another door. There was a set of keys hanging on the wall, which probably went to her prison. She grabbed them and held the pointiest one in her hand so that she could use it as a weapon if she had to.

When Relena got to the door at the top of the stairs, she cautiously opened it. She was in a kitchen. She looked around her, but still saw no one. There was only one way in or out so she headed towards what looked like the dining room. There was a table and chairs and a man sitting there eating a sandwich. She ducked her head back in quickly, but it was too late. She heard his chair hit the floor and raced over to the dishwasher. She opened it, praying for a knife, but it was empty. Relena screamed as strong arms wrapped around her from behind. She stabbed at his forearms with the key in her hand, but the man didn't seem to notice. He shoved his hand over her mouth and carried her down the stairs. When they got to her room, she was pushed down onto the bed and the man grabbed the keys from her hand.

Relena felt the weight that had forced her down, leave. She pushed herself up and looked behind her. Her captor was someone she had never seen before. He was large, but not very handsome. Slightly overweight and with the blood on his arms he looked very menacing. He was someone that could easily blend into a crowd. He looked her over and shook his head.

"Relena what have you done? I fixed your hair and clothes and you've gone and messed them all up now." He said. He spoke to her as though they were old friends. He walked to the door and locked it, then pocketed the keys. He took a long look around the room before he turned back to her.

"What a mess you've made. I guess with all your servants, you don't have to worry about cleaning up after yourself, but it's just you and me here, so please try to be neater in the future." He said as he picked up the dresser drawer and fitted it back into place. He then came over and sat beside her on the couch. He began to unbutton her blouse and she slapped his hand away.

"Don't touch me!" Relena screamed. "Let me go!"

The man pulled back his hand and smacked her across the face. Then he grabbed Relena around the shoulders and began shaking her so violently that her head started to hurt. "Damnit Relena, you don't want to make me mad! Don't make me mad Relena!" He screamed at her.

Relena was more terrified than she had ever been before. His fingers were digging into her arms and she thought he might break them if he didn't let go soon. She began crying. She couldn't help it. She was crying so hard she didn't notice that soon he had stopped shaking her and wrapped his arms around her. He began to stroke her back and hair. "Shh it's okay Relena. Don't cry. I'm sorry I yelled, but I have a temper you know. You have to listen to me. I'm just trying to help you."

Relena choked on a sob and tried to push him away. Surprisingly he let go of her, but didn't move from his spot. "Do you feel better now? I know that sometimes it feels better to just have a good cry."

"Please let me go." Relena said quietly.

The man shook his head. "I can't do that Relena. It wasn't easy to get you here you know. I had to go through a lot of trouble, but now here you are. You belong here. You just don't know it yet, but soon you'll see."

"I don't belong here. I want to go home." Relena said more vocally. She had regained her composure now.

"But Relena, honey, you are home. I'm never gonna let you go." He said with a smile. "I know what will make you feel better." Getting up from the bed, he walked into the bathroom and grabbed the hairbrush. He then sat down behind Relena, causing her to jump off the bed. "I just want to fix your hair. You'll feel better if you look better."

"Don't touch my hair. Don't dress me or anything else! I don't want you near me, do you understand? Stay away from me!" Relena shouted. Her humiliation from this morning fresh in her mind.

"Relena please don't yell. I like taking care of you, but I guess you still need time to adjust. That's okay." The man got off the bed and walked over to her, laying a hand on her shoulder, he leaned forward. Relena whimpered and turned away. He grabbed her chin and pulled her back, but she closed her eyes, refusing to look at him.

"Open your eyes Relena." He squeezed, but she didn't open them. "I said open them!" He squeezed harder. Relena whimpered at the pain, but remained stubborn. "Relena, I'm warning you." His tone grew deep and Relena opened her eyes, fearing he would hit her again. He smiled when he saw that he had won. "That's better. As I was saying. There's no rush. We have the rest of our lives together, so you take as much time as you need. I'll go make you a sandwich. Please have you hair brushed by the time I get back." He handed her the hairbrush and walked out of the room. Relena heard the telltale click of the door locking. She threw the brush down and began throwing the stuffed animals at the door, as though they could block the enterance. Of course that wasn't possible and Relena could do nothing but slump to her knees and cry miserably.

When her captor came in, he was less than pleased. "You've made another mess." He said, frowning at the pile of stuffed animals at his feet. "And your hair still isn't brushed. I ask so little of you Relena." He laid the plate and glass down on top of the dresser. "Why can't you do what I ask? Why can't you be good?!" He screamed as he whirled around and hit her across the face.

Relena crawled over to the wall and cowered against it. Her captor grabbed her shoulders and pressed her up against the wall so hard and quick that it knocked the breath from her. "Just be good, Relena. Be good." Letting her go, he gently stroked her face before walking back to the door. "I brought you lunch. I hope you like it. I'll be back at dinnertime." He said before leaving.

Relena remained cowering against the wall for a long time. She was terrified. Whoever that man was, he was dangerously insane. His tempter changed so quickly and Relena had no idea how to handle him. She looked at the plate of food and drink he'd left her. She was hungry, but scared that the food might be drugged. Heero told her how to distinguish if food was poisoned or drugged, but he also warned that there were many kinds of drugs that were undetectable.

Relena took the plate and glass into the bathroom. She emptied the milk in the glass and opened her sandwich. She tore the bread into crumbs and flushed it down the toilet. She then throughly rinsed off the balogna, lettuce and tomato. She ate each item and used water from the sink to wash it down. She didn't know what to do with the cheese. It could clog the tiolet and she was afraid of what her captor would do to her if she failed to finish her meal. She ended up hiding it under the matress. The coils of the boxspring reminded her of her makeshift lock pick. He hadn't found it. He never questioned how she got out of the room. That was odd. Maybe he thought he left the keys in the room, after all she did have them in her hand when he found her.

Relena knew it would be risky, but she had to try to get out. She didn't know what this man had in store for her, but she wasn't going to wait around and find out. Relena began searching on her hands and knees through the pile of stuffed animals. She tossed them back to the other side of the room just to get them out of the way. She dragged her hands under the dresser and the bed. She knew it was somewhere, where the hell had it gone?

Finally she felt a prick on the palm of her hand. She was too happy to even care about the pain or the possiblity of infection. Relena set the pick into the hole in the knob and got to work. The door clicked and she carefully opened it. She sighed when she noticed that the stairs were empty. The keys were gone, so she held the pick in her hand, hoping it would prove to be a better weapon than the keys had been. She stopped at the top step and gathered her courage. She opened the door as quietly and cautiously as she could.

It was no use. Her captor pulled the door open quickly causing her to fall to the ground. He lifted her over his shoulder and took her back downstairs. He never said anything as he threw her to the bed and walked out the door slamming it behind him. Relena darted off the bed and tried the door. It was locked. She could hear him stumping around upstairs. She still had the lock pick in her hand, but there were no other weapons. She saw the hairbrush and grabbed it, knowing it wouldn't do her much good. She shoved it into her already tight waistband and began searching for anything else that she could use to defend herself.

The door flew open and her captor threw some rope onto the floor. He came at her quickly. She stabbed at him with the lockpick. It hit his shoulder but he shrugged it off. He the grabbed her wrist and squeezed it mercilessly until she dropped the pick. He picked up the rope."I warned you Relena. I told you to be good." He said as he dragged her to the bed. He straddled her and let her wrist go so that he could tie the rope to the headboard. Relena saw her opening and began hitting her with every self defense techinque she could remember. She got him in the one eye and her captor let out a howl, but his weight was on her so she couldn't get away.

When her captor regained his composure, he began to hit her in her head over and over again. After several blows Relena stopped struggling. She was barely conscious and could do nothing to stop him from tying her to the bed. When he was done, he sat up and began to brush her hair away from her face. "I don't want to have to hurt you, but you aren't being very cooperative. Now you will just have to stay in this bed a little while until you relearn your manners. I'll be down a little later with you dinner. I want you to lie her and think about what you've done." He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "You'll be much happier if you do things my way." He said.

Relena waited until the man had left the room, then she threw her head back against the pillows and tried to pull her hands and feet from the ropes. It wasn't working they were too tight. Heero had told her how to dislocate her thumbs to get out of handcuffs. That would probably work here, but she knew it was going to hurt as well. She had no choice. She pressed her right thumb against the headboard until she heard a pop and a wave of pain wash over her. She slipped her hand out of the rope before it could swell. She reached over to the other hand and began to untie the rope when she heard the door open. Quickly she put her right hand back where it was hoping her captor wouldn't notice that it wasn't tied down.

"I saw you on tv at a charity dinner eating pasta primavera once, so that's what I made. You need to tell me what your favorite foods are." He said as he placed the bib over her chest.

"I'm not hungry."

"Now now that's not true. You've only had a sandwich and a glass of milk today. You must be hungry and I'm a pretty good cook, if I do say so myself. So open up!" He said as he held the fork in front of her mouth. Relena shook her head.

"Relena I thought that you were going to start behaving. You're a very ill-mannered young lady. I'm almost embarrassed to have you in my house."

"What?! You kidnapped me you sick bastard!" Relena shouted. Her captor took the opportunity to shove the fork into her mouth. Relena spit the food back out at him.

"Damnit Relena!" The man stood up and began wiping the food off of his face and shirt. "I am only trying to help you, but you insist on treating me like the enemy. I guess I'm just going to have to prove to you how much I care about you." Relena's captor began to unbutton her shirt. He placed his hand on her breast and squeezed it as he leaned down for a kiss. Relena took her right hand and punched him with all of her might.

"Get the hell off of me you bastard!" The man sat up in surprise, but quickly grabbed her fist and tied it back to the headboard.

"I've had enough of your crap Relena!" He said as he reached under her skirt and began to undo the leather shorts she had put on.

"No stop it! Get off!" Relena screamed and thrashed as much as she could. "SSSSSSSSSSTTTOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPP!"

The man moved his hands from her hips to her mouth and then something caught his eye. He reached over and grabbed a small stuffed duck and shoved it into her mouth. Relena let the tears stream down and he started to undress. She pushed her left thumb against the headboard, she had to try to get out of this.

A loud bang stopped Relena's frantic heart for a second and she turned in time to see her captor fall to the ground with a look of shock on his face. She turned her head and saw Heero standing in the doorway with his gun aimed at the spot where her captor had stood. Relena closed her eyes and leaned back on the pillow in relief.

Author's Note: This appeared on Fanfiction.Net as Valentine's Day, because I posted in February.

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