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30) Don't call me by a fake name.

Half an hour later, we finally make it out of the pet shop, Ace carrying a box that held his new pet turtle.

He skips happily out the door and turns around to wait for me. "My grandparents are going to have a field day." He says, looking a little nervous.

I laugh and point at the box. "I told you not to get it."

Ace stops and points at me with a fake serious expression on his face. "Hey, his name is not 'it'."

I laugh and wait to hear his real name, crossing my arms and popping out my hip. "Well, what is its name?"

Ace frowns and makes a face, sticking out his tongue at me. "His name is Phillip."

My smile falls and my eyes widen. Phillip? No, I hate Phillip. Phillip almost killed me. Why Phillip? Phillip. Phillip.

"Phillip, we got her." Says one of the men holding my chained arms behind my back, keeping me still as I'm pulled out a van. I can't see anything because of the bag over my head. Somewhere along the struggle I had lost my flip flops, and I could feel the cold concrete floor under my feet.

I'm still struggling as best I can against my captors, but to no avail. They had dosed me with something at moms gallery and I was now woozy and dizzy, if the men holding me did not have iron grips on me, I would have toppled over onto the floor.

My heart is racing with fear as I'm dragged around. I feel that I am indoors, the air is stuffy and the men's voices echo through the wide open spaces, leading me to believe that I was in a warehouse of some kind.

"Please." I beg. "Why am I here? What do you want from me?"

No one answers as I'm strung up, a cold wall at my back. My hands are tied above my head a ways but I still have limited mobility. My feet are loosely chained to the floor and the bag over my head is wrapped off.

I am indeed in a warehouse, as I had suspected. Three men were in front of me. I recognize them from the gallery, they had been wandering around the loft in the suites that they are wearing right now, and I had talked to the one who held the bag in his hand only hours before. He must have slipped something into my drink then.

The man behind him was only a little bit older than I, but already had tattoos covering every inch of him. The man in the very back was leaning against a wall, talking to on the phone with someone he called Phillip.

"Simon." Yells the man with the phone. The man in front of me with the bag turns and looks at the man with the phone. "Phillip wants to talk to you and Mike, I'll watch the girl."

The two men before me move toward the phone as the other mans with Es out, walking toward me in turn. So the tattoo'd man is Mike while the man with the bag (that he had dropped on the floor now) was Simon.

The last stranger comes forward, making me press up against the cold wall harder, my tears rolling faster and more furiously than ever. The man raises his hand and brushes away some of my tears, making me flinch even harder and look away as much as I can.

The man forcefully turns my face by my chin to look at him again. I spit in his face and glare at him with hatred as he wipes my saliva off of his face with his fist. The man glares at me before launching a punch and throwing my head back against the wall behind me.

"Hey, Greg, Phillip said no touching her until he gets here." Simon yells from the phone. Greg looks at me with as much hatred as I'm looking at him, even though I never kidnapped him.

Greg storms away around a corner, disappearing from my view. I spit a mouthful of blood and spit onto the ground and feel the back of my head with my hand,Chen I look at my hand I see blood coating my fingers.

I wipe the blood on my white dress and hang my head, waiting for whatever comes next, knowing that I could not negotiate myself out of this.

I stay like this for an hour, judging by the clock hanging on the other end of the warehouse on a red wood wall. It's midnight by the time anything happens.

The warehouse is suddenly illuminated by half a dozen bare lights hanging precariously from the cracking ceiling. A few other lights stay dark as they are either broken or missing completely.

A man stands at the doorway, walking toward me. He stops once he reaches me and looks down at me with a half smile playing on his lips. "Hello." He greets kindly. "My name is Phillip."

I look at the man in front of me and a tear slips out. "Uncle Phil?"

"Luna?" Ace asks me, shaking my shoulders and bringing me back to reality. "Luna, are you okay?"

I shrug his hands off of me and shake my head. "Don't call me that." I tell him, wiping away a tear that had slid down my cheek at some point. "Don't call me that." I repeat.

Ace takes my hand and walks silently with me to his motorcycle, handing me the turtle, he sits down on the bike and waits for me before taking off. I cling to him tightly and close my eyes, ignoring the world as it flitted by.

Eventually moment ceases and I open my eyes, getting off of the bike. I stand in the driveway in front of a quaint light blue house. Ace takes my hand in his and pulls the turtles box out of my grip, leading me into the unlocked house.

He guides me up a set of stairs and closes the door, putting the turtle in an empty births cage before turning to me. "What shouldn't I call you?" He finally asks, standing in front of me as I sit on his bed where he had set me down.

"Luna." I elaborate weakly. "Don't call me by a fake name."

Ace kneels down in front of me and holds my hands in his, looking straight at me into the eyes he hardens yet softens his eyes. "What should I call you then?"

I look deeply into his eyes and consider telling him the truth. Can I trust him with my past? I haven't known him for very long and I've never told anything the truth before. I quickly gaze down at the floor then look up at him again. "Ajax. Call me Ajax."