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"I'm not your Adam! I never was and I never will be." I sneer at him.

"I love how fisty you are... it really gets me, in the mood." His fingers trail up my leg and I try to kick him but my ankles are of course, tied down.

"Adam stop! I'm not an object...." I close my eyes, not wanting to watch what I think is going to happen.

"(Y/n). I know that. But you've been going around with those other boys... boys who didn't protect you like I did... didn't love you like I did." He cups my face and gives me a sweet bit sick smile.

"Adam! I'm not yours!" I whisper, my voice caught in my throat even though I want to scream.

"But you are. You gave yourself to me when you accepted me as your protector four years ago." Adam grabs my wrist tightly and I gasp in pain.

"I never did. I like you like that. Your like a little brother to me... please let me go... to my baby." I plead.

"NO! YOUR GOING TO LEAVE ME AND IM NOT LETTING YOU RUN OFF WITH ANY OF THOSE LOSERS! YOU ARE MINE!" Adam holds a knife to my throat.

"Ohhh my gosh. This says that a year ago, Adam got out of a psychiatric hospital with the assumption he has antisocial personality disorder, or in other words a sociopath with killer tendencies." Hosuh reads off a paper.

"Well that's great! She's gonna die!" Stephen throws his hands up exasperated.

"Cmon Stephen.... let's look at the maps and Hosuh you call the cops... and I guess keep Tyler from crying?" Dan suggests.

"Ok... yeah that sounds like a plan."

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