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He better not freaking touch her, I'll kill him myself 🤬

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Jasmine

  "I'm just kidding, damn. I like my women dark-skinned, you don't cut it for me," Javier said with a disgusted face and I felt myself let out a breath of relief. Tears of relief fell from my eyes and he stuck me with what was left in the needle. I felt my muscles relax so much I couldn't move at all, only talk. He unlocked my chains and picked me up bridal style then looked down at me, "Say bye to your little boyfriend, this is the last time you'll ever see him again. Alive, at least."

  I growled at him, "Don't you dare touch him. I promise when I get out of here I'll make you suffer so much you'll crave death!" Javier chuckled, "What makes you think you have the balls to kill me, let alone, torture me, little girl?"

"It's a necessary evil, motherfucker," Grayson spit out, his muscles loosening up. Javier noticed this and carried me out of the cell before locking it back. I looked back at Gray and he smiled softly before Javier took me around the corridor. He won't kill Grayson. He can't. He's kept him alive this far, meaning he needs him for something.

  I closed my eyes and let my head fall, it's taking too much energy to hold my head up and my eyes open. I listened to Javier's footsteps as he continues his journey to only God knows where, opening and closing doors. I open my mouth to speak, not opening my eyes anymore, "I can't fight you... but why us? What did we do?"

  He breathed in deeply as he listened to my questions, thinking of his answer. "Grayson has power, I want his power. You? You're the means to get it. He loves you so you're a causality in getting what I want." I chuckled dryly with no energy, "They'll come and get us. You'll die and it'll all be for nothing... it's pointless." He chuckled, "That's where you're wrong, dear, no one's coming for you, I've already moved you both."

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  "Just drink, damn!" Javier said as I refused the water bottle. "No, I want Grayson. What did you do with him?" He shook his head and began to walk out of the harshly lit room, "Nothing, yet. He'll be dead by the end of the night, you'll see." I yanked against the right ropes strapping me against the chair, "Don't you touch him, Javier! I mean it! Don't touch him, please don't fucking touch him!" He slammed the door shut and left me in the room to wallow in my thoughts.

  I'm in a steel, cold chair that's bolted into the floor. My arms are tied behind my back and strapped to the chair, same as my feet. The walls are mirrored, I can see myself. My voice echoes throughout the room so every time I so much as breathe too deeply, it'll bounce off of the walls. I'm left alone to think about how things went wrong. If I wouldn't have followed what I thought was our security, I wouldn't be in this mess, only Grayson. Which makes me happy I did the dumb thing. It allowed me to touch him more, to feel his love and be in his presence. But now... I don't know what they'll do to him and that thought terrifies me.

  What if Javier hurts him or... kills him? I won't want to live. I want to be with Grayson. Monique can take care of herself, especially with Jordy and Nick there to help. She'll be okay. I just hope to God she figures out our new location before something happens to Grayson.

  After a while of crying over my thoughts, I'm exhausted and the door opens. A tall, buff man walked over to me with a stern face and I sat upright, showing no fear, though I'm frightened immensely. He gripped my hair roughly and yanked my head back with his fist, "Where is Ezekiel?"

  I coughed violently because when he yanked my head back, my breathing wasn't allowed to go up to my throat. "Answer me! Where is Ezekiel Blood?" He demanded and I started laughing, "If you think I'm helping you betray my own, you're full of horse shi-"

  He punched me in the mouth and a stinging pain shot up that side of my face as I tasted metallic fill my mouth. I growled at him with a venom dripping look as I spit blood in his face. He chuckled menacingly before grabbing a pocket knife out of his jacket pocket, "Now do you want to tell me his whereabouts?" I shook my head, I refuse to be like Kelly. I refuse to betray those who care for me. He shrugged his shoulders and sliced a cut in my arm. I hissed in pain as droplets of blood fell down my arm from the minor cut. I glared at him and he looked at the mirrored wall and nodded. What the hell? Has this dude gone crazy?

  All of a sudden the door opened and in walked my dad in handcuffs. The man behind him kicked the bend of his knees and he fell to the floor. His face is all beat up and I growled out as he whimpered at me, "Jazzy? Baby girl, I love you."

  My eyes softened for his expense and I looked at the man that was holding a huge knife to his neck, "Please. I don't know where Ezekiel is, just let my dad go. Please, I'll do anything, just let my dad go." The man shook his head and the other man in front of me sliced my other arm, way deeper this time. I choked on a cough as he slapped my face and blood started pouring out of my arm, "I don't care how bad you hurt me, please just let him go. Him and Grayson, let them go and I promise I'll do whatever you want."

The blade held in front of my dad's throat started digging in further, causing little droplets of blood to fall against his freshly shaved skin. Panic rose in my throat as tears fell from my wild eyes, what do I say? I swear on everyone I love I will kill every single person involved. "Please! I'm begging you, just don't do it!"