Seth rolled over on his back. He wasn't fully awake yet. He was tired and worn out after having stayed awake for longer than usual, just listening in the darkness for Samara to breathe and hopefully say something. She never uttered a word.

He felt the cold steel of a blade being pressed against his throat. His eyes flew open. He was suddenly fully awake and aware of what was happening. He stared up into those moss green eyes. She wasn't messing around. She was leaning over him slightly. Just enough for her thick hair to have made its escape from behind her ears and framing her beautiful face. She might be beautiful but she was deadly too. Just as deadly as the three men living in this house.

"Samara? What's going on?" He asked.
"Tell me why you did it," she said.

He should have been happy hearing her speak again. This was his girlfriend. She was aware of what was going on. The problem was that her anger was aimed at him, and he had no idea what she was referring to.

"Did what?" He asked.

She gritted her teeth and put a little extra force on the knife against his throat. He didn't even dare to swallow. He was that nervous that she would end his life if he did.

"Tell me which one of you did it!" She growled.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said.
"One of you drugged me and had me kidnapped. You have no fucking idea what I've been through these last two months. I doubt any of you idiots would have the mental capacity to survive what I did," she said. "So once again, tell me which one of you did it so I can get my revenge and leave this place for good."

Hearing her wanting to leave scared him even more than the knife against his throat. Tears started running out of his eyes. He couldn't stop them. He couldn't control his emotions. He finally had her back and he didn't want to lose her again.

"Don't leave me!" He begged. "I love you, Samara. I fucking love you, baby. You can't fucking leave me like this."

He could see the switch in her. She believed him. The knife didn't feel as close to his throat as it did seconds before although it was still there.

"I don't know what happened. I thought you had left me on your own. I thought you had enough of this life and decided to vanish. I've been heartbroken. Ask Roman and Dean. They'll tell you it's been no fun being around me. I've missed you so much. I tried searching for you but I couldn't find you. The house looked like it normally does. It was as if you had just walked out of the door and left," he said.
"I had an open soda in the fridge from the night before. Someone drugged it. The last thing I remember is feeling tired after drinking it. I woke up chained up in a room with two men whose idea of fun was to torture me," she said.

He moved a hand up and gently grabbed her wrist. She allowed him to move the knife away from his throat. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down on the bed. She broke down in his arms, crying like crazy while he tried to comfort her.

"I would never hurt you like that," he said.
"Someone in this house did," she said.

His heart stopped for a second. She was right. Someone in this house had made sure to get rid of her like that. It could only be Roman or Dean. Both men he considered as his brothers. It would hurt no matter who it was, and he had a hard time believing any of them would be that cruel.

"Are you sure?" He asked nervously. "Maybe someone came in from outside and..."

She raised her head and gave him an angry look.

"Don't you fucking dare!" She snarled. "You know as well as me that no one enters this house without permission. Whoever came in after I was knocked out had a key and knew the code. So fucking try and claim again that someone just happened to stumble across both. I fucking dare you!"

She moved out of bed and over to the closet. She got out of the pajamas and put on some clothes. He sat up on the bed and watched her get dressed. She was clearly angry, and he was trying to make sense of it all. Who would want to hurt her like this? Who would want to hurt him like this? Because he had been hurting like crazy while she was gone. Roman or Dean? Who couldn't he trust in this house? He stopped trying to make sense of her when he noticed her grab a backpack and started stuffing some extra clothes into it.

"What are you doing?" He asked.
"What I tried to do yesterday before passing out in the garden," she answered. "I came to pick up a few things and then disappear."

He jumped up from the bed, hurried over to her and took the backpack from her.

"No!" He said firmly.
"I can't be in a fucking house where someone is trying to slowly kill me by torture," she said.
"And you're not going to," he said. "We're gonna figure this out. You and I. Together. We'll come up with a plan and figure it out. I don't want to believe that one of my brothers would do this, but I have to. One of them is the fucking scum of the earth, and he's the one who'll disappear from this house. Not you."

He dropped the backpack on the floor, grabbed her face and kissed her aggressively. She wrapped her arms around him and ran her nails down his naked back. He hissed into the kiss and moved his arms around her as well. The aggression calmed down and instead they stood there kissing each other while they were both crying.

"I'm sorry for not seeing this," he said. "I should have known. I should have found you. I should have saved you."
"I'm here now," she said.
"How did you get free?" He asked.
"I waited to be alone with one of them. I managed to knock him out just long enough to get the key from his pocket and free myself," she said. "And then I ran like a bat out of hell before the other one learned I was free."

He tightened his arms around her. He never wanted to let go of her again.

"I'm so sorry," he cried down in her hair. "I should have known."
"How?" She asked. "I should have known too, but I didn't. I have no clue who did this to me. I didn't even know if you were in on it or not."
"We'll figure it out!" He growled. "Today! When those two bastards return, we will figure it out."