Celeste was staring at her body in the mirror. She pursed her lips and shook her head. Her stomach seemed a bit protruded from her hips, but it was probably from the weight gain that she went through just recently.

She pulled down her shirt and walked out of the bathroom, wishing Slenderman was here, but he was gone on some sort of 'business trip', as he called it. He had left her with enough food for a couple days, but she felt so lonely and randy.

She hadn't any sort of sexual release since a couple of weeks ago when they had finally had sex for the first time since the 'forest incident'.

She still half-smiled at the thought of it. She had never felt so full, if that made any sense at all. Celeste nibbled on her bottom lip and went into her and Slenderman's room, opening the closet and putting on the outfit designated for today by Slenderman.

She had rolled her eyes at him when he said that he would be picking her clothes, but now she realised that he was being serious.

She sighed and began changing into a white and red sailor top with a navy high waist skirt. She groaned upon realising that the only underwear he'd left her was a scant black thong that belonged in a Victoria's Secret magazine, not on her; however, it was the only clean set of underwear available as Slenderman had put the other clothes somewhere she hasn't found yet.

There wasn't much to do here, as nice and grand as the place was. He had so many nice things, but there were no electronics. She was pretty sure he didn't know what an iPhone was and he most definitely didn't have a clue as to what a laptop could be.

She was absolutely bored out of her mind, but didn't quite know what to do about it. There weren't any books that she knew of, and she never brought her iPhone with her when she ran away from him before he brought her here.

Celeste sighed and laid down on their bed, going under the covers and rubbing her face against the cold part of her pillow. She was tired because without Slenderman next to her, she was having trouble going to sleep every night. She wasn't sure when he'd be back, because he never told her anything about where he was going, why, or when he'd be back.

Her eyes drifted closed and she finally fell in to unconsciousness.

It was dark and damp, wherever she was. It felt as though she were underground, but everything was dark, so she couldn't see a thing.

Suddenly, a dim light flickered on and she saw the back of Slenderman, Splendorman, and Trenderman. She cocked her head in confusion and carefully walked over to where they were all standing.

There was a man standing in front of them, bound, sweating, and tied to the chair he was sitting in. Celeste gasped, and quickly put her hands over her mouth to prevent anymore unwanted noises, but none of the supernatural beings seemed to hear her in the first place.

"It is scum like you who have caused our people to die. It is foolish traitors like you who have forced our people to constantly be tracked down and exploited. Your kind deserve to die," Splendorman spat out, sounding nothing like he did when he was talking to her in the forest. He sounded… evil.

"I-I didn't! I didn't do anything, I swear-"

The man's jumbled jargon was intercepted by Trenderman's fist colliding with his stomach, making him double over in pain, unable to breathe for a while.

During his gasping, Splendorman and Slenderman whispered with each other, gesturing towards the man and glancing at him every once in a while.

Soon, the man was able to breathe again and he began speaking.

"I swear, it wasn't me who put the picture on the internet. It must have been someone else, but it wasn't me, I swear! I wouldn't have done it," he pleaded desperately, hoping they'd believe him.

"Oh please, if it wasn't you, why did I track the IP address from the JPEG as being yours?" Slenderman asked, finally speaking to the man, as he was just standing and staring at him impassively. Celeste shuddered at the sound of his dangerously soft, velvet-like voice.

So he did know how to work and operate computers!

"It must've been a dorm-mate or something, but I swear to you, it wasn't me!" he yelled, struggling against his bonds.

The three brothers looked at each other.

"Should we trust him?" Splendorman asked his two younger brothers.

"He knows too much," Trenderman said, shaking his head. The man's eyes widened and he began struggling even more.

"I agree with our youngest, brother. The human knows far too much," Slenderman spoke, his voice tinged with finality.

"Very well, then," Splendorman turned to the man and impaled him with his tentacles, tearing him apart until he stopped screaming.

Celeste screamed and fell to her knees. This couldn't be real. It couldn't be real!

It's not real, it's not real, it's not real, it's not real…

Celeste woke up, sweating and gasping for breath, to see Slenderman sitting on the edge of the bed on her side, staring at her with a worried expression.

"Is everything alright?" He asked her, noticing her trying to scoot away from him. His non-existent brows furrowed in confusion as she kept trying to escape his presence, fear completely infiltrating her body and mind.

"W-What did you do on your business trip?" She asked him warily, eying him with doubt and mistrust. His eyes narrowed and he caged her in with his arms.

"Why? Who told you anything?" He questioned her, staring at her with his fathomless eyes, refusing to let her look down until she told him what he wanted to know.

"Nobody, I swear! I just- I was just wondering and…" she trailed off, refusing to meet his eyes as he sat back and watched her.

Just how much was she willing to risk to find out what he did?

"Who told you about anything?" He asked her, enunciating each word coldly. She felt an ice-cold finger trail up her back and shivered.

"No one told me, I swear! I swear, I don't know anything," she promised, looking away from him.

The dream couldn't have been real, could it? It certainly felt real, but most dreams do. What did Slenderman really do on his business trip?

Slenderman kept staring at her, trying to pry into her mind, but failing. Celeste shivered again and slid away from him, getting off of the bed and speed-walking to the bathroom.

He followed her, of course, and stepped in front of her.

"You aren't moving until I know what you were told," he declared, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I wasn't told anything," she insisted, pushing at him to get him to move. His eyes narrowed and he pushed her against the wall, forcing her against himself and the wooden walls.

"Yes, you were, and you're going to tell me," he demanded, pinning her like a butterfly against a board.

"No one told me what you were doing!" she screamed, balling her hands into fists and beating against his chest, though not causing much harm.

He glared at her one more time before grabbing her chin and forcing himself inside her mind.

Celeste screamed and thrashed against the alien force intruding her mind.

"Stop! Damn you, stop it!"

There was a man standing in front of them, bound, sweating, and tied to the chair he was sitting in.

"It is scum like you who have caused our people to die. It is foolish traitors like you who have forced our people to constantly be tracked down and exploited. Your kind deserve to die,"

"I-I didn't! I didn't do anything, I swear-"

"Should we trust him?"

"He knows too much,"

"I agree with our youngest, brother. The human knows far too much,"

"Very well, then,"

Celeste fell to the ground, her head pounding. What had he done to her?

Did he see what she saw?

Did he hear what she heard?

"So that's how you found out," he decided. "You saw it in a dream. Of course, I should have known."

She still didn't feel as though she could talk without screaming or crying, so she remained silent.

"You don't know what you really saw. It wasn't what you think it is," he attempted to explain.

Of course not, Celeste thought blithely.

Slenderman tilting her head up and made her look at him.

"You will not speak to anyone about this. Understand?"

Celeste rolled her eyes.

As if she had anyone to talk to!

"Yeah, whatever," she rudely answered.

He narrowed his eyes, took her wrist in his hand, and yanked her over his lap.

Her shriek of surprise excited him.

He rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

"Now love, how many do you think you deserve for your disrespect?"

Celeste rested on her side, her ass stinging, petulantly refusing to look at her kidnapper.

"You know, not looking at me only makes you seem like a child," Slenderman goaded her. She didn't respond.

"Celeste," he tried again. She didn't respond.

"Look at me," he demanded. She didn't respond.

"Dammit, look at me!" he shouted at her. When she jumped, but didn't respond, he wrapped his arm around her waist and twisted his fingers in her hair, yanking her head back.

"You are my possession. You belong to me. Therefore, if I tell you to look at me, you look at me. Understand?"

She didn't respond. Slenderman lowered his mouth to hers and pressed a bruising kiss on her mouth.

"Mine," he whispered.

"Mine."

Celeste shivered.

His. She was his.