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My head hurts.

Why is it so bright in here?

Who the flip put the lights on so bright?

I squint my eyes open to adjust to the lighting and lean against the rough surface behind me as I try to get use to the throbbing pain in my head.

Once my vision clears I notice that I'm contained in a square room with nothing but a single light in the center and rough stone walls.

I try to move but stop when I notice my wrists and ankles bound together by ropes.

Then it all comes back to me.

The girls date, the ambush, Nhung fainting, Nathalia getting seriously injured.

I hope they are okay.

I look around the corners of the room to find anything.

I notice a small camera directed at me in the corner top of the room.

I glare straight at it.

Suddenly the door bolts open and someone walks in.

I immediately recognize him from the hair.

Jaxon.

Out of instinct I immediately scoot to the very corner of the room and pull my legs up to my chest.

He stares at me with a smirk and plays with a pocket knife he had in his hands.

He licks his lips before sauntering toward me with a bored expression.

He kneels down to me and brings my chin up with his disgusting fingers.

I can't believe I thought I loved this dude.

He unties the handkerchief around my mouth and I take the opportunity to spit in his face.

He glared at me and slaps me across the face hard.

Eh, worth it.

"Don't forget you're the one with the lower advantage." He says as he takes the chair one of his men had handed to him and sits in front of me.

"It's a shame really. I was helping you and could've given you everything but you waste it and run off with that piece of shit."

He then leans forward. Our faces are just a few inches apart.

"I could've given you so much more. So much pleasure." He whispers as he traces my jaw.

I scoff, "Youll never be able to pleasure me like Enzo."

His face contorts into a snarl as he grips my chin harshly and slashes my other cheek.

I cry out in pain as he wraps his hands around my throat.

"Don't fucking taunt me bitch."

"I've been too fucking nice to you. It's time for you to learn what happens for defying me." He threatens as his grip around my throat tightens.

I slam my head forward which causes him to stumble backward and drop me to the ground.

I gasp in heaps of fresh air.

He then runs back towards me and kicks me in the stomach.

He continued to stomp on my ribs and take blows to my chest.

"Can't hurt this pretty face now can we?" He says darkly as he wipes away the blood from the slash wound.

"You are disgusting!" I scream in his face.

He chuckles then points to the camera directed at me.

"Just so you know, this footage will be sent to Enzo. I sure will enjoy his face while he sees you suffer."

I feel tears fill my eyes as I keep a hard glare at him.

You won't let him control you anymore.

He's not worth it.

He never was.

"Fuck off." I spat.

His eyes widen at my use of language.

"Let's go son." Divante's voice comes from the entrance.

Jaxon hesitates, "I'll come back later."

He closes and locks the door behind him leaving me alone.

I let out a sigh of relief as I lean my head against the rough concrete wall.

I then fiddle with the ring Enzo had given me a few days ago as I think of how to get out of here.

The ring.

That's it.

I quickly take off the ring and inspect it at every angle. Jaxon probably had people disable the location feature already but they probably didn't think there'll be a communication option on this.

It was a solid black ring that had Enzo's initials engraved on it.

I inspect the ring closer and see a small indent of a button.

I quickly press down on it and a small red light turns on.

"E-enzo?"

Silence.

"Lance?" I try again.

Silence.

What was I kidding? Of course they wouldn't answer. They probably disabled-

"Lila?"

I drop the ring and let out a shriek in freight.

I mentally smack myself for dropping the one thing that could get me out of here.

"Enzo?"

"Holy shit." A voice I recognize as Damon's.

"Damon! Oh my god. Please..help, I don't know where I am. Oh god... please help me.." I say all at once in desperation.

"Okay Lila I need you to calm down. It's good that we got you on communicating terms. Do you know your surroundings?" He asks.

"No, I'm trapped in this room." I say nervously as I dart my eyes around the room.

"Lila?" Enzo's voice comes through.

My heart skips a beat as I hear the tired and worry in his voice.

"Enzo.." I trail off as my eyes begin to water.

"Fuck, amore. You're going to be okay. I'm coming for you okay?"

I nod my head vigorously even though he can't see me.

"It's the millas. I don't-"

The ring gets shot out of my hand and I scream.

I look up to see Jaxon smiling at me sickly with a gun pointed in the direction the ring was once at.

He spares me no glance but gestures his men in who sets a small table with a plate of food on it.

If he thinks I'm going to actually eat his poisonous food, he's stupid.

The men set down utensils and napkins in front of me before returning out the door.

"I'll give it to them, the ring thing is pretty smart. Although, you were stupid enough to use it even with a camera in the room." He scoffs as he paces around me, looking at me as his prey.

"They already know anyways." I spat.

He raises an eyebrow at me, "You know I like how fiesty you've become. It's sexy as hell but I don't appreciate your attitude."

He then slashes my thigh with one of his knives and punches me with the back of the pistol.

I yelp in pain as I watch the room become dizzy.

Fight through this.

"I would've been so kind to you." He whispers before standing up again and going to the door.

My vision continues to fade in and out of darkness as the sounds around me become increasingly muffled.

"Oh and before I forget," He pauses as he gestures something towards the door.

A older man who looked to be in his late 30s is tied up and bruised heavily as he limps into the room while other men push him in.

His hair is slightly gray but most of it is still a rich chocolate brown while his eyes were the same hazels as me.

His presence felt odly comforting.

He then glares up at the men even with one eye heavily bruised and swollen.

He says something to them before the door slams shut and locks.

His eyes then turn and lock with mine.

Shock, pain, and familiarity runs through them as he takes me in. His hazel eyes pool with water.

"?" is the last thing I hear before I pass out once again.

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