The vehicle moved quickly, tossing Cosima's bound body to and fro as though she were a ragdoll. Her hands were tied behind her back and her mouth taped shut. She felt like an animal. The driver didn't seem to care for speed bumps or corners and didn't slow down for either, so with each pot hole, each sharp turn, she was thrown around without mercy.

Her mind whirled with what was happening. Where were they taking her? Who was taking her? Why were they taking her?

Her mind wandered to Delphine, salty tears dripping onto the floor of the van. Would she ever see her again? Would she know what had happened to her? Would she die without ever telling her how much she loved her?

Her thoughts were halted when the van screeched to a stop, tyres scraping on the floor, the noise echoing and hurting her ears. She heard muffled voices outside, seeming to be shouting at each other about…Cosima?

Without warning, the van doors flew open and somebody crawled in towards her. The vehicles sudden stop had rolled Cosima so her back faced the doors and she couldn't see who it was that was coming for her. She held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut, readying herself for whatever horror was about to unfold.

"I told you not to hurt her!"

But that was a French accent…

"Sorry boss, she put up a fight…"

The nausea grew in the pit of her stomach.

A small laugh. "I wouldn't expect anything less,"

But it was her. It was Delphine that gave a little chuckle after speaking, hands gentle on Cosima's side as she rolled her onto her back. Her eyes were a dimming fire against a black sky, seeing Delphine on her knees before her, dressed in that power suit that had always made her weak at the knees. She saw Delphine looking back at her doe eyes, feigning innocence, but how could she be innocent? They called her 'boss'. She gave the orders. She was in charge the whole time.

Realising that her lover was in fact her enemy, Cosima tried to escape, doing her best to move away from her kidnapper's reach but only managing a meek wriggle. Delphine was quick to follow.

"Cosima, please, I'm not going to hurt you, please, you're only going to hurt yourself…I'm going to take off the tape, ok? I need you to stay still for me, can you do that, Cosima?"

What choice did she have but to nod in consent and stop fighting? She didn't exactly have the upper hand here.

"Good girl, that's it, keep still," the stinging from the tape being ripped off her mouth brought even more tears to her eyes and for a moment, it seemed to be all that mattered. That was until she remembered where she was and who was in front of her.

"What's happening, Delphine? Why are you doing this?"

Her ex-lover sighed and for a moment, she looked guilty. "I'm sorry, Cosima, but it had to be this way. Don't you see that? I'm trying to keep you safe."

She's never been a violent person but rage flew up into her throat and took her breath away, then suddenly she was spitting in Delphine's face and trying to swing her legs to kick her. Cosima was like a forest, she took years to grow and was burned to the ground with one careless act. Delphine wiped the saliva away with the sleeve of that very expensive jacket and began to exit the van, huffing a big sigh.

"Take her upstairs."