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❝Keep your head up, keep your heart strong.❞

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[Angel's POV]

The van came to a sudden halt as the door opened. Heavy footsteps could be heard moving against gravel. I was sitting in the very corner, hiding my face with my long brown hair. Suddenly the trunk opened and the light came in followed by his voice.

“Wake up sleeping beauty.” Ethan's cheery voice said.

He was enjoying this. That bastard. I turned my head to look at him and he grinned evilly before reaching out for me. His rough hands grabbed my ankles and he pulled me towards him. I screamed a bit in surprise and started hitting his hard chest when he tried to bring me closer to him.

“Will you stop? I'm trying to be nice here, but you're not helping at all." He said, letting out a sigh and then lifted me from the ground and put me over his shoulder. He closed the door with his other hand and motioned for the other man, Steve was his name, to follow him.

I stayed quiet and didn't say anything. I realised that it was no use, it was already too late. We were just outside the Dollhouse and there was nothing I could do. I was defeated.

Ethan knocked on the big, wooden door three times and it opened, letting us walk inside the place I always saw in my nightmares. Everything was just like I remembered it and there on the top of the staircase stood the one and only, Alexander.

I was thrown brutally on the marvel floor and I supported my body with my hands as I tilted my head up to look at Alexander descending the stairs slowly and with grace. His black hair was styled perfectly, away from his face and he was wearing his usual dark blue tux along with his brand new polished shoes. His blue eyes were looking at me intently and a sinister smirk formed on his lips when he saw how scared I was. He approached us and fixed his tie, smiling down at me.

“Look what we have here. What a pleasure, Angelina.” He exclaimed and I narrowed my eyes at him. His eyes moved to Ethan behind me and he shook him head disapprovingly at him.

“But Ethan, what have I told you? We never treat a lady badly.” He scolded him and helped me stand up on my feet only to have his palm collide forcefully with my cheek seconds later. It sent me to the floor, again.

“Unless they deserve it, of course.” He finished, causing the two men to laugh. My hands were shaking, but not because I was afraid. I was angry.

“I hate you.” I told him.

“You know Angelina, your words would have hurt me if I actually gave a damn about what you feel.” He replied bitterly and played with the silver ring around his finger that once belonged to my father. It was the only thing I had to remind me of him and now it was gone. He noticed me staring and smiled.

“Isn't it beautiful?”

I didn't reply to his question.

“It belonged to someone who didn't deserve it. This ring was for someone brave and not weak and coward like Maxwell. Now it's exactly where it should be.” He said, making me even more furious.

I didn't like the way he was talking about my father, not at all. My father was a decent man, strong and intelligent his only mistake was that he trusted the wrong people.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked.

“Because I'm not a good man Angelina. Actually, I'm far from it.” He said with a stern face and looked above me at Ethan.