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Third Person POV - Secret Location - November 11th

Fallon groaned as she shifted around, trying to pull herself out of her sleep. Her head pounded from whatever drug she had ingested the night before.

As she gained consciousness, she quickly learned that she was no longer in her bed, but was now lying on a cold and hard floor. She grumbled some more as she squirmed on the ground, trying to sit up.

"Liam?" she called out, attempting to reach out an arm for her husband.

She stopped, however, when her arm wouldn't move from behind her back.

Confused, Fallon opened her eyes and looked around.

"What?" she mumbled under her breath, looking around the new location.

The ceilings were high and most of the lights were out, creating a dim setting. The room was quite large, containing a numerous amount of shelves and stacks of boxes, and there was a table with a closed laptop on it pushed against the wall furthest away from her.

She tried to move, but she realized that her arms and legs were tied together, preventing her from doing so. She laid her head back down on the ground when her head pounded harder and her ears rang. She tightly pressed her eyes together.

The fact that she was no longer in the manor finally settled in her brain, causing her to panic.

If she couldn't talk to her family without getting upset, how was she supposed to get past a kidnapper?

That is what she assumed had happened, after all, given her situation and her knowledge of previous kidnapping experiences.

Some time later, Fallon reopened her eyes when her headache subsided. She turned her head as much as her body allowed, sweeping her gaze around the strange area.

The room she was in reminded her much of the warehouse she was kept in when Alejandro had taken her, but smaller.

"Hello?"

She waited for a response, but when there wasn't one, Fallon tried her best to sit up without using her arms or legs. Her wrists were tied together behind her back, as well as her ankles and right above her knees.

Using her upper body strength, she managed to pull herself off of the floor to sit on her knees. She looked around the other half of the room that she wasn't able to see before, and her gaze brightened when she saw a door.

The look of success quickly fell from her face, however, when she remembered that she had no clue where she was, the door was probably locked, and that her kidnapper could, quite possibly, be behind those walls.

Knowing that she was bound to have a panic attack at some point, Fallon reassured herself that she would make it home tonight.

Somehow.

Slowly, she inched her way to the closest wall. She pressed her back into the hard surface, and using it for balance, she carefully stood up.

Having her legs tied caused her some balance issues, and with her arms not being available, it was difficult for her to stay upright. As best as she could, Fallon slid against the wall and made her way to the door. Each hop she took made her worries pick up and her confidence drop.

How am I supposed to get out of here if I can't even walk?

A few minutes later and with a complete loss of breath, she made it to the exit.

Fallon hopped away from the security of the wall and faced the door, before turning around and backing into it. She leaned against the hard metal as she tried her best to grab onto the handle, not having much luck because of her rope-bound wrists.

After shuffling her hands around, she managed to grab hold of the handle. Closing her eyes and pressing her lips together, she willed for the door to be open.

She jiggled the piece of metal, and she groaned in frustration when it didn't open. She was about to try again, but she froze and her eyes widened when a sound was heard from across the room.

Mentally, since she couldn't do it physically, Fallon face palmed. There was another door on the other side of the room, much closer to where she had been laying when she first woke up.

Her heart rate picked up when the doorknob on the other door started to turn.

Panicking, she jiggled the handle she was holding harder, praying that it would open.

Across the room, the metal door started to slowly creek open, making her heavy breathing increase as it did so.

She softly whimpered as she pushed and pulled at the door, harshly banging it back and forth.

The other door swung open completely, and who Fallon saw made her heart drop. Tears welled in her eyes, and she coughed out the breath that had caught in her throat.

Why is he out of jail?

Evan pushed the door shut and quickly walked towards her, a hard stare settled on his face.

"No," she rasped, slamming her body into her door, pleading for it to open from behind her.

The dangerous man swiftly approached Fallon, lifting his arm.

Her eyes widened, full of fear. A couple of tears streamed down her cheeks.

"No, stop!" she shouted, right as Evan pulled his arm back.

She flinched back as he struck his hand out. Pain shot through her head as his fist made contact with her face, sending her head backward. It hit the metal door, and with blurred vision, her back slid down until she hit the floor. Her shoulders slumped and she fell sideways, her head making contact with the cold ground.

The last thing she saw was Evan staring down at her, a blank expression on his face. Her eyes closed, and she was awake no longer.
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