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6. Touch.

The trio almost lost it when they saw her bursted lip, a bandage around her head and a bruise on her cheek. They were ready to kill Leo, but then, the rational side of their mind, the small part, enlightened them that those were not fresh. They were from last night.

Something happened to her and they weren't there to save her. This thought angered them.

" I told you , I told you we should take her with us. Nothing like this would have happened. " Zanvil grunted tracing her reddened cheek. 

" Whoever did this, they are going to die today. " Azron ordered Axel to find out and bring that person to them.

They laid her on the king sized bed, as she won't be awake probably for another hour now.

Azron sat on the desk in the corner of the room, going through his files, once in a while glancing at her sleeping form. He couldn't control his anger seeing her bursted lip.

Lucian was in the balcony, taking some important calls, while staring at Faith through the glass door. He couldn't take off his eyes from that wound.

Zanvil was sitting on the bed, beside Faith, stroking her hair. He noticed something and went rigid. There were marks on her neck.

Someone choked her?

They wanted to do that, in a sexual way but looking at those marks, whoever did that, they were clearly intended to kill her.

" I swear, kitten, I'll show him the hell, whoever did this to you, my poor kitten. " He peppered kisses all over her face.

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After what felt like forever, Faith felt a sharp pain in her head and opened her eyes after alot of tries.

Still, she felt her vision blurry. When she noticed her surrounding properly, she let out a shaky breath, realising she's not in her room. She concluded she was not in her house even.

Then she started to remember the things happened this morning slowly. She came down and sat at dining table to have her breakfast when some people barged into the house out of nowhere and started dragging her out. She was scared and screamed for help, screamed for Chris and her dad but no one's home. Emily couldn't save her from those goons and then she heard that bulky man talking with someone in his ear piece after which he took a cloth from someone and pressed it to her nose. She struggled to remove that weird smelled cloth, to take a breath, but she couldn't and after a minute, she breathed in. All the while, that bulky man had a strong grip on her.

Then she remembered how everything went blurry within a few seconds and she couldn't recall anything after that.

Everything replayed again and again in her head and she could only freak out. She froze up thinking Max kidnapped her.

That thought brought many awful memories cross in her already paining head. It was unbearable. She wanted her brother and dad. She didn't wanted to see and go through the things she did when she was kidnapped before.

It felt like fear gripped her heart with it's cold hands.  She couldn't hold up and screamed loudly. She wanted to go out. She didn't wanted to be a captive. She was at home, like a good girl, though someone got her.

What if it's not M-Max?

What if it's t-them?

The headache and the nauseous feeling did nothing good to her. She could feel her panic raising up but there's no Chris or dad to comfort her.

She stood up from that bed, when someone barged into the room, she turned around and her legs gave out, her vision blurry and panting for air.

She was having her panic attack. She couldn't make out anything but before she could fall on the ground, she felt arms around her and made her sit on someone's lap.