I held my head down as I let myself be kicked around. Blood leaked from my mouth as another blow was issued to my stomach. I really wanted to fight back, but at this point, I knew that it was useless.

"Oh, come on! You can't defend yourself?" Randy demanded.

"No sir." I said quietly but obediently.

"You—useless—bitch!" Randy said between kicks.

At the last kick, I fell over on my side. My vision began to fade into black. The cold air hit the blood on my face, chilling my entire body.

'' '' '' '' '' '' Four hours later '' '' '' '' '' ''

"Uhn…" I uttered as I propped myself up.

"Stay down." Randy ordered.

I let myself fall once more.

"DAMEON!" a heard someone call my name.

"H-help—me…" I uttered through my pain.

I felt something made of metal be placed on my back and hard.

"You take another step, she dies."

Whoa, whoa, whoa, WHAT?! I think… that's Randy… going to kill me!

"Orton… take it easy…" The other man said. "You'd shoot your own girlfriend?"

"She isn't my girlfriend. Dameon is nothing to me. Can't a person use a woman anymore…?"

"You—used—me…?" I asked weakly.

"Like I'd love you, Dameon? Please." Randy scoffed.

"You're a horrible man." The other man said with hatred.

"Like you're any better? Dameon is the only thing you look forward to in your life. You life for her and you'd die for her." Randy's finger closed in on the trigger.

"If you kill Dameon, I'll kill you, and then myself."

"Dameon can't even tell who you are because her eyes are closed. Open your eyes, bitch." Randy ordered.

"…" I didn't reply.

"OPEN YOUR EYES!" Randy yelled at me.

I opened my eyes slowly to see… Oh—My—God…

The man that was my admirer quickly slid a hoodie on his head.

"God Damn, already! Take off the hoodie!" Randy yelled.

"Listen, Orton, pull the gun away from her, then Dameon and I can leave—" The man had his hands in his hoodie pockets.

"She isn't going anywhere, alive, anyways." Randy held the gun to the side of my head.

I could kick Randy in the stomach, I thought, that could give me some time to run.

Without giving it too much thought I kicked Randy, hard, in the stomach; knocking him onto the ground.

I started to run—when all of a sudden, I heard a gun shot.

It was at that moment that I froze. S-Something didn't feel right…

I felt weak, and I let myself fall willingly. The puddle of blood beneath me grew larger with each second.

"What the hell did you do to her?!" The other man screamed.

"That little useless—"

"I'LL KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!" The other man screamed again as he fired a gun at Randy.

Randy was hit, and then he fell down where he stood.

My admirer ran over to me and cradled me softly in his arms.

"No… no Dameon! Don't die! Please, don't die!" he sobbed.

"You've set me free… Thank you…" I smiled weakly.

"Don't talk like that…" the man cried. "You're going to be okay…"

The man carried me off to his room where he set me down on his bed, not caring if blood stained the sheets. He retrieved the bullet lodged in my chest, and then, applied medical tape.

'' '' '' '' '' ''Three Hours Later '' '' '' '' '' ''

I opened my eyes weakly and saw the man who saved and loved me. His face was still slyly hidden under the hood.

"T-Thank you." I smiled weakly.

"You're welcome." He smiled back at me.

I slid off his hood, and gave him a present only suitable for a savior; a passionate kiss. When it was then that I noticed the man I was kissing…

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