By the end of the night Delilah was plastered. The alcohol was helping her to forget all the bad, good, and in between. Marisol was right behind her. Emma on the other hand was as sober as sober could be. She kept thinking about what she had done earlier. The look in Savannah's eyes. The rage Emma felt in her heart. She should feel bad about what she saw. She should feel empathetic or something. Anything. She was completely fine. That's what scared her the most. Could love turn you into something you're not or does it only magnify the true you. The lengths you would go to protect the one you love. Is that strength, that darkness, that willingness to go just beyond the line always buried within or does it come with the territory of committing yourself to another?

"Em. Emmmmm. Emma. Emmy. E." Delilah chanted. Her slurred words broke Emma free from her inner dwelling.

"Yes, baby?"

"You're hot." Delilah drunkenly leaned on her hand and ate the cherry from her drink. "Like soooo hot."

"Thank you and you're drunk." Emma said. She laughed a little.

"No. No I'm not dru...Okay. A little but, like, do you think I'm hot too?" Delilah asked.

Marisol burst into laughter. "Duh fool she agreed to date your ugly ass." Delilah thought that was hilarious. They both spent the next few minutes laughing.

Emma shook her head. At least she was laughing. That was good. After Delilah finished laughing, she remembered she asked Emma a question but she rather ask again in private. She grabbed Emma's hand and pulled her away from the crowd. They went upstairs into one of the many unoccupied bedrooms. Delilah locked the door and sat on the bed.

"So?" She asked.

"So what?" Emma was confused.

"Do you think I'm hot?" Delilah began unbuttoning her blouse.

"Of course I do. Babe, stop with the buttons." Emma said even though she definitely wanted to see what was under her shirt.

Delilah frowned. "You don't want me?" She asked. Was her own girlfriend rejecting her?

"I absolutely want you. I just don't want you to regret this when you sober up. Seduce me when you're not drunk." Emma said.

"But I want you . Right here. Right now." Delilah took off her shirt and tossed it to the floor. Her bra was next. She fumbled with the hooks a little but when she finally got it, that too was on the floor.

Emma bit her lip as she watched her undress. She watched Delilah slide her skirt to her feet and stretch out on the bed. "Delilah, please."

"Mistress, don't make me wait." Delilah giggled and rolled over onto her belly. She got on her hands and knees and arched her back. "Do whatever you want to me."

Emma leaned her head back and groaned. "Baby." She was so turned on. She could feel her body react to the beautiful naked woman in front of her. Drunk sex was not normally a deal breaker. That wasn't the issue here. The problem was Emma knew this wouldn't be happening if Delilah wasn't drunk. With what she's been through, the last thing Emma wanted to do was take advantage of her lack of sobriety. "I can do anything I want?" Emma asked.

Delilah nodded and smiled. She was finally getting her way. "Yes, ma'am."

"Okay. Lay down flat on your tummy. I'll be right back." Emma left Delilah alone to search the en suite for lotion. She found it and came back to Delilah who was patiently waiting for her. Emma took her own clothes off and joined Delilah on the bed. "Close your eyes, baby." Emma instructed.

Delilah closed her eyes and waited for whatever was about to happen. She wanted to feel something. She liked sex and nobody should be able to take that away from her. Not Savannah. Not anyone. Emma was her girlfriend and if anyone should get to touch her, it was Emma. Emma didn't deserve to be punished because someone else hurt her. No. Even if Delilah did feel a little grossed out by her own body, Emma deserved her. Delilah saw the way she was looking at her all day. She knew Emma wanted her.

Emma squirted a dollop of lotion into her hands and rubbed them together to warm the liquid. It smelled divine. She began to massage Delilah's shoulders, slowly but firmly, to help her relax. She wasn't going to have sex with her, no matter how hard it was not to.

"Not exactly what I had in mind, babe." Delilah said with her face in the pillow.

"You said whatever I wanted." Emma reminded her.

Delilah sighed but continued to lie there while Emma worked her hands across her back. She moved up to her neck. She massaged her legs and arms. Her feet. Her hands. When she was finished, she did it again. There was not a muscle untouched when Emma was finished. She gave every part of Delilah's body just as much attention as the last. She made love to her body with her hands.

"How was that?" Emma asked after she was done but she didn't get a response. Delilah was fast asleep. The massage worked wonders for her mind. It put her at ease. Of course, the copious amounts of alcohol didn't hurt either. Emma gently kissed the side of Delilah's head and laid down beside her.

Thoughts of earlier ran through Emma's head. Juan and Isabella really kidnapped Savannah and had been torturing her all day. Though, Isabella had been the one in charge with the torture part. Juan was just as guilty in the eyes of the law. Now Emma too.

"What have you two done?" Emma asked. Her eyes were still locked on Savannah.

"What was necessary." Isabella answered.

"This is her, right? This is who hurt Delilah." Juan said.

"It is, but... but what are you going to do to her?" Emma asked.

"is entirely up to you now." Juan said.

"What would Delilah want?" Isabella asked.

Emma swallowed. She could do whatever she wanted to Savannah right now and probably more than likely get away with it. She could. She should. "Can... I have a moment alone with her?"

Isabella and Juan looked at each other. Neither of them were completely sure it was the best idea, but they agreed and left them alone. After Juan and Isabella disappeared upstairs, Emma helped Savannah to a chair and took the gag out of her mouth.

"You have to help me out of here." Savannah said. She was frightened to death and this may be her only way out of here alive. She knew Emma didn't like her but there was no way she was a killer.

"I might." Emma said. "I want you to tell me what you did."

"I didn't do anything." Savannah spat.

"Don't lie to me!" Emma yelled. Just the sight of Savannah pissed her off. The last thing she wanted to hear was her lies. "You wanted her. She denied you. It made you mad. Just admit it." Emma said.

Savannah stared at her blankly. "Delilah wanted me. She enjoyed every bit of it. You should have heard the way she moaned my name."

Emma lost the little cool she had and slapped Savannah across the face. "I will leave you here and let Juan and Isabella do whatever they want to you. Do you understand me? They will kill you and I won't care."

Savannah scowled. "You wouldn't dare."

"Bell!" Emma shouted but not quite loud enough to be heard upstairs.

"No. No. No!" Savannah pleaded. "Please, Emma."

Emma squatted down so she was eye level with Savannah. "So you're going to do what I say. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Savannah started crying again just thinking about Isabella coming back downstairs.

Emma nodded. "Perfect."