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At the sound of the door bursting open, (Y/N) looked up blankly, expecting Roselle to be standing there with either a whip or a knife

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At the sound of the door bursting open, (Y/N) looked up blankly, expecting Roselle to be standing there with either a whip or a knife. The knife was primarily used on Kana to carve words such as 'liar' or 'whore' into her skin while the whip was used on (Y/N) countless times before being dunked underwater repeatedly. They were stripped down to their underwear to satisfy those demands, so they were dirty and bruised and bloodied

(Y/N) was sure she had lost a lot of weight.

Since Roselle only wanted them alive so she could take out all of her anger on them, they were given minimal food and water. Not enough to sustain them, but enough so that they wouldn't starve to death until Roselle was done with them.

She was surprised when, instead of Roselle, dark uniformed police men and women stormed through the door with their guns raised and their helmets drawn over their heads so she couldn't see their faces. But as soon as she saw them, something inside of her broke, starting to cry uncontrollably because after two weeks, she and Kana would finally be able to escape from this hellhole.

As a flurry of activity began all around her, the first thing that the police did was untie her and Kana. Since Kana was unconscious and had been for quite a while after the last time Roselle took her out and tortured her, medics came in and tied her down to a stretcher before moving out of the room again. (Y/N), meanwhile, was given some pants that were quite loose on her before also being given a blanket to keep warm. As they escorted her out of the house, she could see that it was swarming with more police who were talking to servants and Roselle's parents, examiners who were taking evidence back to take to court, along with others who could be seen researching whatever they could about Roselle and what she did to them.

(Y/N) turned away when seeing Roselle in the back of a cop car with her head lowered.

She hated her.

She hated her with everything in her.

After kidnapping and torturing not just her, but Kana too, over a grudge that she held for them made (Y/N) hope that she would rot in jail until the day she died.

"(Y/N)!" Someone barreled into her and squashed her into a hug, their whole body trembling as they continued to embrace her, pulling back to reveal that it was Amar, tears streaming down his face. "I-I'm so glad that you're not dead! I-I thought that maybe I had found out about Roselle too late, and I... I... I'm just so glad that you're here."

As he pulled her into a hug again, she couldn't help but start crying again too.

"I was scared, Amar!" She sobbed as she gripped his shirt tightly. "I-I thought I was going to die!"

"I got you," he whispered soothingly into her ear. "I'll never let you go again. I'll make sure to always keep you safe... always."

A few second after these words left his lips, Amar once more pulled away from (Y/N) so he could take her by the hand and lead her over to the ambulance and medics who still needed to check the wounds on her back. Since it would have been risky to put on a shirt, she had just been given the blanket, and when it was moved away from her back, the medic and Amar couldn't stop the sheen of horror that crossed their expressions upon sight of it. The flesh was riddled with scars that had healed and were opened up again repeatedly, dried blood still caked to the cracked wounds.

It was horrible.

Amar could only feel his blood boil.

"This is terrible," the man who was inspecting her back declared as he pushed up his glasses with a sigh. "How could someone do this to the both of you young women? I'll try to treat you the best I can... but you'll have to stay in the hospital. And... no matter what they do too... you will end up with scars."

(Y/N) swallowed.

Scars?

I'll always be reminded of this whenever I look at my back? Whenever I touch my back?

I don't want that...

I wish...

She gasped lightly when Amar suddenly took her hand again and stopped the spiraling of her dark thoughts. Looking up at him, watching as he smiled—trying to comfort her and keep her from reliving the past two weeks—she then glanced down at the floor and nodded quietly at the medic's words.

I can live with scars.

If Amar is with me... if my friends are with me... then I can get through this.

I can.

As she was helped up into the ambulance and rushed to the hospital, the doctors helped treat her and Kana to the best of their ability, letting them recuperate there as well for as long as they needed. However, as a couple of weeks passed, news of what happened spread through Florens. Not every detail was recovered, but the largest pierce of information that almost every single student knew was that Roselle had kidnapped both (Y/N) and Kana.

No one knew how it spread.

But some didn't care.

Four certain boys especially since they were much too enraged to think about stopping the spread of rumors about the kidnapping. They merely wanted Roselle to pay for what she did. One actually went through with such a desire. Silvius knew that to protect his friend—to protect (Y/N)—he had to make sure that she would no longer be worried about Roselle. And to ensure that, he didn't care if he had to murder Roselle, if he had to bury her body, or if he had to go through with all of the complications afterwards to make sure that no one found out how she died.

For (Y/N), he'd do anything.

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To be continued...

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