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Ashley struggled, oh she struggled, but the more she struggled, the tighter the straps around her body seem to be. The tighter it became, the more it dug into her delicate skin. The more it dug into her skin, the more she bled. She had to get out though, she knew they were coming for her. To take her back to Saddler and his insanity, so she struggled.

Why had she been so stupid? Why did she run away from him? Even now she wondered why she reacted the way she had. Everything was going fine, before she had felt the pain in her stomach, traveling up her throat. It had hurt so bad, it was like a fire trail had gone up from her stomach and into her mouth. She had hunched forward, the man's voice next to her sounding miles away. Then the choking began, she couldn't breathe, it was like something had lodged itself into her throat. Afterwards, the coughing began. Once the fire had went away, she had felt the warmth of a hand on her shoulder and had looked up, straight into his eyes. His enchanting blue eyes had held a slight tinge of worry that he couldn't hide and inside she had rejoiced, until she looked down and saw the blood.

'There are phases that each one of my servants go through… The process is almost complete when you start to vomit blood…' Saddlers slimy voice echoed in her mind and she had stared at her hands in horror. No way was she going to become one of them. Disbelief and shock had filled her entire body and she had flinched away from the blood. A warm voice had broken her out of her shock, his voice, asking her if she okay. She didn't want him to see, to see the monster that she was going to become, so she had freaked.

She had thrown his hand off of her and told him to leave her alone, running down the hall. The next thing she knew, spikes had erupted from the floor and she threw herself against the wall, his name, escaping from her lips. Straps had burst from the wall and she looked up into his icy eyes and saw something in them that made his name stick in her throat. Scared, he was scared. She had heard him scream her name before the wall behind her had flipped her around.

Ashley stopped struggling for a moment and let her head hang. Leon…he was scared. Maybe he wasn't really cut out for this. He probably was finding the fastest way off this cursed island. Tears stung her eyes and she swallowed. No more crying, no more, she had done enough of that before Leon had same. She had depended on him too much, had relied on him too much…he must've felt suffocated! Self-loathing filled Ashley and tears slid down her cheeks. Despair hit and she chocked on a sob. She wanted to go home…

"We're going to get out of this, I will take you home safely." Leon's voice echoed in her head and she swallowed her tears. Leon was not a liar and she was not going to doubt him. She was going to try for him. With that, Ashley renewed her struggling.

Leon was mad, no he was furious. That was the second time he had lost her, lost Ashley. Hurt stung him when he remembered the way she had slapped his hand, telling him to leave her alone. Leon was not a stupid man. He was smart and strong, and could take care of himself, but he could not, for his life, understand women. They were confusing and never said what they really wanted. Ashley was even more complex then most. She was brave but cried easily, she was smart, but did stupid things, and she was stubborn, but kind. He sometimes got so frustrated at her, like the time when he had told her to run but she had stayed behind and helped him. He got mad at her at times, but worry clawed itself in his chest and that was what set him on edge.

Why was he so worried? Leon thought to himself as he shot one of the deformed looking bugs. Making sure that it was dead, he took off at a run down the dungeon hall. Yes, he had a right to be worried, she was his charge, he had to take care of her. Why then did his heart clench and his breathing come out so harsh and ragged when he thought of her defenseless and hurt. Leon turned a corner and dodged a claw stake that would've impaled him. He turned around and shot three quick bullets into the beast and set off again, his icy eyes intense. Why did he want to destroy anyone that so much as look at her with crimson eyes? Questions that he couldn't answer were the ones that Leon hated the most.

He took a turn and stopped, trying to control his breathing, not wanting any of the monks to come after him. He looked around and figured out that he was standing on the tope floor of the castle. Len froze when sounds of struggling reached him. Hope rose in his chest and he crept forward and looked down over the railing. Ashley strapped to a wall struggling met his gaze.

Relief exploded in him and he had to forcibly restrain himself from calling out to her. She looked so frail, tired, and innocent. Her blond hair was inexplicable and the straps around her almost covered her entire body. Anger overwhelmed him when he saw her struggling against the straps, her skin red and bleeding in some spots. Saddler was going to pay, him and his cronies.

Leon crept out onto an outcropping and pulled out his rifle. First, he would free Ashley, and then Saddler would die for hurting her. Leon took aim through the scope, lingered on the strap holding her chest down, noticing also, her breasts sticking out, causing him to swallow, and pulled the trigger. A loud bang near his ear and the familiar kick of the rifle calmed his nerves.

Ashley screamed as she head a loud bang and one of the straps holding her break. Followed by a couple more bangs and Ashley tore free from the wall. Ashley gathered her senses and looked to where the bullets had came from. Intense blue eyes met her gaze and Ashley almost cried in joy to see him. He stood there, holding his rifle, looking down at her with a relieved look on his face. Ashley smiled up at him and mouthed out his name. A door forced open made her turn around and see the monks crowding in. Her joy turned into dread.

Leon couldn't help the feeling that bloomed in his chest when she had looked up at him, mouthing out his name. The feeling in his chest died when he saw the monks rushing in towards Ashley. Gritting his teeth, he would not let them touch her or take her away from him, he put the rifle back up to his smoldering eye and took aim. A second later, one of the monks laid in his own pool of brain mush. He quickly dispatched of the ones closes to Ashley as she crouched down and covered her head. A stray arrow narrowly missed his ear and he turned his rifle to the left. Leon spied the mask on te monks face and aimed for the throat. Seconds later, the monk fell to the floor wit a hole through his neck. His name being screamed out, made his heart stop.

"Leon!"

Ashley screamed as she was lifted onto the shoulder of a monk. She banged her hands into his back, the monks didn't even flinch. A moment later, a bullet whizzed by head, then the monks' brains and blood hit her. Ashley closed her eyes as she hit the floor hard, the dead monks body hitting the floor with a thud. She wiped her hand over her face, smearing the blood on it, and stood up, running back to the center of the room. Hearing her name shouted from his voice, made her look up at him.

"Ashley! Head towards that door! It leads up here!"

Ashley looked to where Leon pointed and ran towards the room, dead monks falling in front of her with each pull of a trigger. Reaching the door, uncertainty clouded her. If she went in, than she wouldn't be able to see Leon. Ashley turned back around to see Leon, as a monk beside her fell.

Leon looked at Ashley and saw her hesitation. It was true, if she went in, he wouldn't be able to see her and his gut clenched at the thought. However, there were too many monks and he was running out of bullets. She had to go in, he had to let her go. His soft blue eyes caught hers and he nodded.

"I'll be right here, sweetheart! Go into that room and go up the stairs! I'll be right there!"

Ashley nodded and disappeared behind the door. Whispering a prayer for her, the first one he had said in years, he aimed his rifle at the monks who were going towards the door. Oh, they were going to get what they deserved…and he was going to enjoy it. His intense blue eyes narrowed and then the room echoed with rifle shots.

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