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PIPER

I slowly open my eyes and can't move my hands, great I'm kidnapped for the second time within a month. My eyes adjust to the light before looking around, this place is really unfamiliar.

"Hello!" I yell.

"Let me go assholes!" I yell but nothing.

"Son of a bitch," I groan as I remember I don't have my bracelet.

It was a special one my mom gave me, it had a hidden blade in it for whenever I get kidnapped. But why I don't have it on right now? I don't even know, they probably took it. Whoever they are.

I hear loud footsteps coming closer then the door opens, a man enters and his brown hair is slicked back, a long earring on one of his ears and a shorter one of his other one. Wearing a suit but not with the blazer, showing his arms. And that's when I notice a certain tattoo.

The Koreans.

"What do you want from me?"

"We need your husband," he says, his accent thick.

"Well I'm not him if you can't see, so let me go!" I snap.

"No can do," he says.

"What do you need with him?"

"He killed Kim's son, the leaders son, so you know..blood for blood. I need you to tell me where he is or you'll be the one getting killed."

"I don't know where he is," I lie straight through my teeth.

"I know you know where he is."

"And if I do?" I ask.

"I need you to tell me," he says.

"Never," I say.

He kneels down in front of me with a knife in his hand.

"I think I want to have fun," he smirks before cutting my thigh making me hiss as I watch blood drip.

He cuts my thighs a few more times.

"Where is he?"

"I. Don't. Know."

He stands up and cuts my arms now, I just stay still as he does it. He throws the knife away before walking behind me, coming back in front. Walking in circles a few times.

He leans against the wall in front of me and takes his phone out, putting it up to his ear.

"그녀는 말하지 않는다," he says, and I can't understand Korean.
(she's not talking)

"나는 무엇을해야합니까?"
(What should I do?)

He hangs up the phone and walks to the door, but before he opens it and leaves he stops and looks back at me.

"Have fun," he smirks then leaves, slamming the door shut.

What?

I look down at the cuts on my thighs, even if I can't see it, I know my dress is filled with blood. I watch as blood drips from the cuts. The door opens again but I don't look, not caring at this point.

Theo was in Italy, what can he do?

"You don't want to talk huh?" A deeper voice asks and I look up. A bigger and buffer guy stands in front of me, wearing a fully black suit.

He puts two fingers to his ear before a large smile spreads across his face. Guessing he has a ear piece in. He walks behind me and undoes the ropes. I look at him confused.

"You're letting me go?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because, what we needed is done," he smirks.

"What?"

"Theodore Nott no longer exists," he laughs and leaves and I stay still.

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