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I'm my father's daughter

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Ana sat in a chair, while glaring at the man who was sitting across from her. He had short blond hair, was broad and tall, approximately 6' 5" or taller, and he looked very intimidating. The suit he was wearing was an expensive one. From her previous experiences dating filthy rich, upper class guys, when she was younger… years ago, Ana knew his suit was a designer one. Like he had been attending some fancy party, when they informed him that she was found and captured.

He probably wanted something important from her, not even taking the time to change before coming here in this hellhole.

"What do you want from me?" Ana asked, the venom in her voice evident and clear." And where is my friend? What have you done to Ros?"

The man stared down at her with those green, pale eyes of him, the look on his face expressionless. A chill went up her spine, but Ana acted like she wasn't afraid at all, her head up high.

"Please tell me, is my friend OK?" she questioned, while throwing daggers at the blond man and began tugging at her restraints." Where is she?! Tell me..."

"Why don't you worry about yourself, Miss Steele." He warned." You are in big trouble right now, so why don't you think of yourself first rather than worrying about some stupid bitch who couldn't even protect you"

"Go to hell!" Ana spat, and got up from her chair, tugging harder on the cuffs, making the chain on it clank continuously." How dare you. You and your men are fucking cowards! She fought off more than a dozen of you! And she did it alone, you assholes!"

She was so angry that tears began to prick her eyes.

'No… I cannot lose Ros. She's my friend...' was what went through her head.

"Sit down, Miss Steele!" He threatened." Or you will regret it."

She huffed and glared at the man, but kept standing instead of doing what he had ordered." I'll regret it? Really?" Ana challenged." From where I'm standing, I assume you need me. Because like one of your thugs pointed out earlier, you want something from me."

The man clenched his jaw and warned." Don't get too cocky, Miss Steele..."

"Or what? What are you gonna do?" Ana asked mockingly, her eyebrow raised." Kill me?"

At that, a sound left the blond man's lips, almost seemed like a laugh. However, his eyes weren't laughing. " No, not at all. We still need you, Ana..." he pointed out, and looked at her, his unsympathetic eyes boring into hers." And may I add, you're just as stubborn like your father was. I should've expected it."

As those words reached Ana's ears, her hands started to tremble, her throat closing up." How dare you. Was it you? Were you responsible for… " she said, not being able to finish the question. Tears began to pool in her eyes, as she watched the blond man. He was smiling now. He was straight up laughing at her… at what he had done?!

At first she felt an unbearable pain cutting right through her heart and soul. But as seconds passed, Ana only felt anger and rage boiling inside of her." Is that why you murdered him? My father didn't give you what you wanted from him? You fucking bastard!" she shouted, while tears spilled from her pretty eyes." You murdered him!"

As gut wrenching sobs escaped her pale lips, she became hysterical at one point, the pain and rage inside of her consuming Ana from the inside out.

'He was responsible for my father's death.' Was the sentence that kept bouncing inside her skull... For his murder!

The realization hit her like a ton of bricks, making Ana lose it completely. The image of her father's bloody dead body was instantly invading her mind… She totally lost it and began tugging and pulling on the restraints, not caring she was hurting herself, causing the skin on her wrists to break gradually. At a certain point, she screamed at the top of her lungs, cursing at the man who sat across from her.

The blond man got up from his seat and called two of his men." Get doctor Welch and tell him to bring a sedative to shut her up!" he ordered." We don't want Miss Steele to hurt herself more."

He knew that no one was going to be able to calm her down, so the blond man waited and watched Ana as she acted out.

In no time, an older man in a white coat walked in the room with a syringe in his hand. He and the two thugs closed in on Ana, but she kept screaming and began kicking the three men. She wasn't thinking clearly at this point, the rage inside of her consuming her till she reached her breaking point.

Forgotten were Christian's tips and advice on how to assess and handle stressful situations, too angry and hurt to act calm and think clearly. And yet she was able to kick and bring down one thug. In a flash, Ana then kicked the doctor mercilessly in the face, making him scream in pain, while blood spilled from his nose, and in the process dropping the syringe.

Ana stepped instantly on said syringe and wanted to attack the second thug, but she was too late. In the meantime, the blond man had grabbed a tranquilizer gun and shot her in the neck.

Her eyes instantly darted towards the blond man, as Ana slowly started to sink down to the floor, her legs giving out, while a lonely tear rolled down her cheek." I'll never give you what you want… I'm m… my f… father's daughter." She whispered, and then it became dark before her very eyes.

At that very moment, the blond man knew that Ana was being very honest with him. She was not going to help the ENTITY willingly. He didn't think torture will change her mind. However, he couldn't torture the girl either. She had to help his cause... the ENTITY'S cause, and needed her to have her full strength and mind in doing so.

So, he couldn't let anyone torture the girl… not a hair on her head should be touched!

It was then, when he knew he made a grave mistake. He should not have let Ros bleed to death. Instead, he should've let his men grab that fucking bitch!

That would've made Ana cooperate… that he was sure of. From what he has seen, Miss Steele was very attached to that bitch. He could've used Ros as leverage…

Shit. Fuck!

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Darkness... guilt, and pain.

Those were the things Ros felt, as she desperately tried to gasp for air. She wanted to open her eyes and see, but something was holding her down. Some invisible force. From afar she heard people talking… shouting and felt hands on her chest and stomach. As their words reached her ears, she concentrated on listening what they were saying. But without any success… To her, it seemed like they were talking gibberish.

Ros Bailey was her name. That's something she was sure of. As she gave up on attempting to open her eyes, she wrestled with her mind. What happened? How did she end up here, surrounded by all this darkness and utter pain?

She tried so hard, but she could not remember a single thing. As Ros attempted to open her eyes again, she was blinded by a very bright light and so she was forced to close her eyes once more. All of a sudden she was able to hear clearly.

"You brought her back, doctor! She has a pulse! I really thought that we had lost her… she had lost so much blood, when I found her." Ros heard a voice say from afar.

It was… it was Christian.

As she attempted to open her eyes for the second time, she felt an excruciating pain. And though the pain almost knocked her out, she managed to open her eyes…

She saw Taylor, Christian and the doctor who always helped them out during medical emergencies.

Oh, yes. Now she remembers...

But, why did they bring her back here at the doctor's practice?

How did she end up here?! The last thing she remembers was being in the safe house with... OMG!

Ana!

As realization hit her, tears began to pool in Ros' eyes and she sat up, frantically attempting to get on her feet.

"Ana... the PACKAGE..." Ros managed to say, and then a gut wrenching sob escaped her pale lips. She then sucked in a much needed deep breath, but the moment she did, she felt a gnawing pain in her chest and stomach.

As tears rolled down her cheeks, she gasped softly." Ana… I have to save…"

"Oh, God. Doctor, she's awake! " she heard Christian shout.

Tears spilled from her eyes and she muttered." The p- pain…"

"Doctor, give her a sedative!" she heard Taylor say.

"No, I don't w... want th- that! I wanna b... be awake… Ana…" Ros pleaded with her last strength.

Taylor ignored her and said." Doctor! The sedative."

Without hesitation, the doctor walked over to the cabinet. He then grabbed a syringe from inside and the bottle with sedative. The doctor expertly filled the syringe with the liquid, as his heart thumped wildly against his chest.

"Ros, you're in pain. I'll give you something so you can fall asleep, OK?" He said in a calm manner, while standing in front of the cabinet, a few steps away from her.

The doctor's eyes landed on hers, as he observed her. Ros locked her eyes on him, as she thought about Ana… oh, God. She had let that sweet, young woman slip through her fingers… at that, Ros felt a gut wrenching pain in her heart.

Her eyes then darted towards Christian. Oh, no… he stood in the doorway, his face expressionless. However, Ros knew him well. He had his guard up, acting all emotionless but she knew he was hurting. In one split second, she saw agony and utter fear in Christian's eyes... They were there, because of Ana… Because she, Ros Bailey, had let the ENTITY capture Ana…

She felt so guilty about it, because she had promised him that she was going to protect Ana… But, she had let him down.

Ros then turned her face away from Christian, the guilt consuming her completely. She didn't have the heart to see disappointment in his eyes too. Anger or rage she could handle. But disappointment? No.

When he was done filling the syringe, the doctor walked from the cabinet towards Ros. He immediately injected her with the sedative. He observed her and noticed a certain look on her face. A face of someone who was on the verge of giving up…

'No! I'm not going to give you that satisfaction, Ros! I'm not going to let you give up...' were the words that went through the doctor's head.

As Ros felt the needle pierce her skin, her eyes then darted towards Taylor. He also watched, as she attempted to shake her head, pleading for the doctor not to make her sleep.

"Ana... I have to..." she croaked.

After a few seconds that felt like forever, Ros felt herself slipping away into the darkness again. Her eyes automatically fluttered shut. At that very moment, she refused to go back there and desperately fought to stay awake. She had to hold on! Ros frantically searched for something to hold onto… she wanted to hold onto…

She didn't want to go back to before… she didn't want to go back to the the Darkness, the Pain...

She wanted to stay here; she had to get Ana out.

So, with her very last strength, Ros reached for Taylor's hand… her best friend. As his hand collided with hers, she felt calmness taking over her body. He was holding her so tightly… like a promise. He was promising her that he'd always have her back.

In response, Ros' eyes slowly fluttered open and they locked onto Taylor's once more.

"It's OK. You're gonna be okay, Ros." he told her." I'm here. You're my best friend. And I'm not gonna let you give up yet. Not when I'm still around. As long as I'm here and breathing, I'll have your back. I promise… But for now, you can let go. Go to sleep, brave Ros."

As those words tumbled from his lips and reached her ears, she finally let go and closed her eyes. He was here… her best friend in the whole wide world.

And so, Ros wasn't afraid anymore and finally let go...

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