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P.O.V Angelina
"Stay the fuck back!" Was the first words that manage escape my mouth.
He walked closer to me, "Angelina I..." he didn't finish his sentence.
"I said stay the fuck back, don't come any closer!" I repeated.
His expression changed, he looked confused.
"Move from the door." When he didn't move, I yelled, "Move!"
And he did.
With caution, I crept towards the door, my gaze fixed on him, as he remained motionless, his eyes locked on mine.
As I exited the room, I headed towards the stairs, prepared to escape once more, the adrenaline coursing through my veins, propelling me towards the stairs.
"Angelina," a voice called out from behind me.
As I spun around, my eyes met Damien's, "Put the scissors down, Angelina. We both know you don't want to use that."
But the truth was, neither of us truly knew, because in that moment, I was determined to use them. The cold metal in my hand felt like my only defense, my only means of protection in a world that seemed to be closing in on me.
Suddenly I felt a sudden grip around my waist, lifting me off the ground. I kicked and screamed until whoever was holding me rolled down the stairs. I turned abruptly to see who it was, and when I saw it was Angelo, regret flooded through me instantly.
Still reeling from the shock, Damien encircled his arm around my throat, not to harm but to provoke a response. In a surge of instinct, I sank my teeth into him, hard enough to make him release me. He let me go pushing me back down the hall opposite to the stairs.
I stumbled backward, colliding with another figure. As I swiveled my head to face them, there stood Ivan, his hand reaching for my scissors. Without hesitation, I plunged the blade into his hand before he could seize it.
The scene froze as he let out a pained groan, hurling curses in my direction. I stood in complete shock for a moment, thinking what the fuck had I done.
I tried to make a run for it, but Nicolas swiftly caught me, hoisting me over his shoulders despite my frantic kicks, punches, and screams.
He carried me into the room, where he flung me onto the bed before exiting. Racing to the door, I attempted to turn the handle, but it refused to open, trapping me inside.
That's when I realized the lock wasn't on the inside of the door anymore, it was on the outside, and he locked me in.
I repeatedly banged on the door, screaming desperately. But all I can hear was the groans of Ivan and the curses of Damien.
"When is it going to end." I cried to myself.
My fist hurt from banging on the door, pleading for someone to open it. After what feels like an eternity of silence, I finally gave up, feeling defeated, and the tears begin to fall.
"I can't go through this again, I can't." I said sliding down the door.
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