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Whoever it was who kidnapped me put me down so I took a swing at him/her/it.

"Not so fast missy." Shit, it's Kol. Kol grabbed my fist mid-punch.

"Are you kidding me, Kol? Why?" He squeezed my fist with little straining, I think he's breaking my hand. "Shit, Kol you're breaking my ha- Ow. Ple- Kol please sto- stop. St-st-st- ARGHHHH!!!!" I screamed as I felt my bones cracking and saw my blood dripping from my fist in Kol's hand. All expression on his face was plain, smug and amused. The pain brought me to the knees, tears streaming down my face.

"No one to stop me from killing you right now, to stop me from getting what I want."

"Why?" I sobbed.

"You have potential, you... Can handle this, infer things maybe even sense things... I can tell this. You could be a valuable asset to me. Maybe even be able to kick my family's arses in order. They need it, believe me. Either agree and turn or die a painful death... Your choice."

"O-okay, Just please don't hurt me. I'll do anything just please." I whimpered still in excruciating pain.

"No problem, Love." He chuckled. In one swift move he pinned me to the floor, leaving my hand to bleed out; bit into his wrist and pressed it against my mouth, forcing me to swallow, more like choke, on what I think is his blood. He removed his wrist, picked me up and pretty much threw me into this cage-thing.

"I thought that you weren't going to hurt me." I spluttered on the blood residue in my mouth. Kol was beside me in minutes and an excruciating pain shot up my back and everything went black.

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