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Third Person POV - Warehouse 2 - November 11th

Fallon remained laying on the floor, sobbing. Her eyes were closed and her head was tucked into her knees.

Still not wearing any pants and having an unbuttoned shirt, she started to shiver. She only just now realized how cold it was in the warehouse.

Liam, on the other side of the laptop, silently watched in pain. His pointer and middle finger were throbbing, and it hurt him that he couldn't comfort his deeply upset wife. Especially since she was just r*ped.

Eva stood to the side of Liam, her hand resting on his shoulder. She smiled to herself at the sight of Fallon being so defenceless. She was just given permission to have Liam, and she was ecstatic.

"It's gonna be okay, Fal. I'll find you and we'll go home."

Eva walked forward a little.

"Oh, I don't think so," she said.

She approached her computer, putting her hand on the top of the screen. She leaned forward and stared into the camera, her face being the only thing that Fallon could see from her end.

"Say buh-bye, Fallon. Byyeee," she sneered, in an overly sweet tone, as she waved. She wore a large and sarcastic smile on her face.

She slammed the laptop shut, disconnecting the call between the two, her smile immediately dropping. She turned around to face Liam, smirking.

Fallon's eyes widened and she lifted her head from her legs. She looked at the screen, and coughed out another sob when the screen was black.

"No," she rasped.

She wriggled on the floor, tugging her arms that were still tied behind her back.

"No!" she sobbed.

Her eyes blurred with more tears as her cries picked up again.

She had missed her chance to say goodbye to her husband. She was never going to see him again.

She dropped her head back onto the ground, creating an echoed bang. She ignored the pain from her head and lower half, and she continued to cry over the loss of Liam.

Her body shook with each breath she took, not being able to calm down.

She could physically feel her heart breaking, and it was the worst pain she had ever felt before.

Her sadness was overcome with sudden anger. More than she was sad, she was angry.

She was enraged.

Here she was, sobbing on the floor in an unknown location, throwing a tantrum, when Liam was in ongoing danger.

Fallon's tears fell as she scrunched her nose. Her face crumpled with anger as she forcefully pulled at her arms.

She needed revenge. She needed to get to Eva to end things once and for all. She needed to escape.

Suddenly, the rope snapped. Her arms were free.

Her surge of rage lessened as she moved her arms from behind her back, satisfied that she now had complete control over herself.

The rope wasn't the only thing that snapped, however.

Fallon cringed back when a new pain stung at her stomach; different from Evan's doings.

Instinctively, she moved her hands down to her shot wound. She lightly gripped her skin, and she wasn't surprised when she felt a warm and sticky liquid wetten her fingers.

Her stitches had popped.

In a fit of panic, Fallon kept pressing her hands into her stomach, still laying on her side. She didn't know what to do.

Luckily, the bleeding wasn't too heavy. There was only one week left before the stitches were supposed to be removed, meaning that the wound wasn't as deep or raw as it was the week before. Despite it not being heavy, it was still a deep concern as she had no clue as to where she was, and she had no help. If it remained open for too long, she would eventually bleed out.

She grunted as she sat up. Blood slowly oozed out as she hunched over, pain coursing through her private area at the new pressure from the floor.

She didn't let the aching effect her, however, and she concentrated on her mission.

Get out. Kill Eva.

Fallon had never imagined that she would resort to murder, but in the state she was in, she could barely think straight and was blinded by her own rage and pain. She lost pieces of her; Evan taking a piece and Liam taking a piece. And, the person she blamed was Eva, so her clouded mind figured that getting rid of her would solve her problems.

Carefully, she removed her hands from her bleeding wound and reached to the side to grab Liam's button-down shirt. She put it on, her shakey fingers making it difficult for her to button it. She eventually got it, however, and she moved down to grab her panties and sweatpants. She put them back on, minding her sore legs.

Fallon sighed and looked to the ceiling, praying that she would be able to stand. She gazed back down at the ground and placed her hands down firmly, slowly pushing herself up. Her eyes squeezed shut and her lips pressed firmly together as she hoisted herself to her feet.

Not even a second later, pain washed over her lower half and her legs crumpled from underneath her. The pain was unbearable.

She fell back to the ground, catching herself with her hands.

She groaned.

Not wanting to give up, Fallon scanned the room, looking for something that she could use for her benefit. Her eyes stopped on a stack of boxes. Luckily, they weren't too far away.

Slowly, she used her arm strength to drag herself across the floor. She used her legs to help push as well, but she mostly used her arms since they didn't hurt as bad.

Eventually, she was able to grab onto the boxes and pull herself up. She heavily leaned on the cardboard, but much to her disappointment, her legs still couldn't carry her weight.

She physically could not stand.

She felt tears of frustration start to prickle at her eyes. If she couldn't walk, let alone stand, how was she supposed to save Liam?

No.

She already told herself that she wasn't going to wallow in self pity, so she definitely wasn't going to start now.

Reminding herself of what she needed to accomplish, Fallon sat back up. Her privates and her wound stung harsher than ever, but she didn't care. Her mind was set on reaching Eva, and that was what she was going to do.

She let out a deep breath before pushing herself back onto her feet. She winced in pain, but she forced herself to stay upright. Her legs wobbled and her body shook, but standing up she stayed.

Stinging pain coursed throughout her whole body, but she forced herself to ignore it.

One step at a time, Fallon walked to the closest door. She almost fell over a few times, but she was able to catch herself each time, at the expense of new pain.

As she neared the door, her confidence picked up. She was almost there. Each step she made sent a wave of determination through her mind. She was doing it. She was actually going to escape.

The overwhelming sense of happiness and satisfaction formed a bright smile on her face as she gripped onto the metal door handle.

The possibility of the door being locked didn't cross her mind, and it didn't need to, since the door opened when she turned the handle.

She swung the door open and closed her eyes as an outside breeze blew into the warehouse. Opening he eyes, Fallon's smile immediately dropped when someone was blocking her way.

There, stood in front of her, shirtless and arms crossed over chest, was Evan.
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