He thought it was their first date, but she knew it was their anniversary. She would not let on yet. She didn't want him to feel ambushed or scare him away. "No, she would take things slow" miranda thought.

She walked in to the restaurant wearing a sleek black dress with her long dark hair swept up elegantly with wisps framing her delicate face. He was sitting in a corner booth very private facing the Maître d watching her closely.

As they approached he stood with an alarmingly warm smile and gentle hand. He was dressed impeccably in his dark suit. His green eyes pierced into her very soul. Miranda wanted to scream, "how can you not remember me"?

She instead smiled back and took her seat.

They carried on polite conversation throughout dinner even some laughter and comfortable silences would be had. There were a few times when she thought for a moment he had remembered her, the way Dominic would look into her eyes or drift off in thought. The moment passed quickly though and they'd glide easily into the next conversation.

By the time dessert came, they seemed as if they'd known each other forever. They left together arm in arm smiling. Outside as they stood waiting for the valet, Dominic looked at her with complete passion and an almost kindness if she'd like to accompany him for a night cap.

Of course she'd agree. She had been waiting for this. Planning for this. Yet her stomach fluttered. Quiet on the ride there. Anticipating the moment it actually happens. Will he remember then? Will it all come flooding back?

As they pull in the driveway she see the familiar lamp posts and iron gate. Having seen them so many times before.

He comes around opening her door and reaching for her hand, "my lady" Dominic says in a thick low voice. Just then she catches the glint in his eyes. Is it desire or something else? As they get inside he takes her coat and offers her a drink.

" I'll make the drinks while you put those away." She says softly

"OK, ill be right back. Everything is just there in the den, second door on the left." The foyer was bright with large archways. The hallways seemed to go on forever. But she already knew her way. She'd been here before.

He enters now dressed in a robe and slippers. She doesn't notice much else on him. She offers him his drink. Dominic sips his drink and offers a seat near him.

She knows this routine. He is very good at this. He has practiced and perfected it.

She follows along and plays the role assigned in his fantasy. Sweet and patient she waits as he readies himself for his next move.

He slides closer. It's beginning. She smiles at him. He leans in to kiss her. She reciprocate. Thing begin to heat up. He is holding her tight kissing her moving his hands all over her trying to touch every inch as if it's the first time. She waits. Ever so patient for her moment. The perfect moment. The moment to make sure he never forgets her again.

Then it happens. He falls limp in her arms. She takes him to the kitchen where the center island holds so many ghosts and evils. She's straps him down as he had done so many before with the built in buckles hidden within the drawers. As dominic sleeps there on his cold marble counter of hell, she searches his huge house. She had been waiting seven years for this moment. For the moment she could finally take back her life by taking his.

She finally finds them. His tools of depravity. His weapons of wrath. "Time to wake him", miranda says in a sing song voice. "Wakey wake Mr rapey rape"

She hated him for so long for the things he had done to her that night. He took pieces of her that she could never replace.

She uses smelling salts to wake him. He is very confused and groggy. "Please, what is happening? Why are you doing this? "

"You don't remember me? I thought you did a few times,in fact I'm sure you did. Did you think I did not remember you? Seven years ago. Same restaurant, same booth,same sex table! Now it's my turn!"

The recognition sweeps across his face. He did remember her. She was special. He kept her alive for a reason. Something about her seemed familiar. He liked her. And despite the current circumstances or because of them he liked her even more. She's yelling at him and asking questions as if there was a simple answer. Truth is he didn't know. But it satiated some dark nature deep in his soul.

But her. She is special indeed. He let's her rant on for a while before deciding to release the buckles with the safety hidden under the left side of the island top.

"Ssshhhh" Dominic consoles her, " I know you think you're hurt by what I've done to you, but the truth is you liked it and that scares you. I'm in the exact position you were because you want to feel that power. Truth is what I did to you turns you on."

Miranda falls back as if she had been struck. She slides down the wall finally coming to terms with her thoughts and feelings. She had hated him for so long and felt so angry. But was it really because she liked it.

She stood up deciding to take her fate into her own hands. She went to Dominic putting her hand over his mouth. She then took him in the same way he took her so many years ago. It felt good. Dangerous and sexy. She wanted to kill him. She wanted to explore what it was she was feeling.