It's taken me a lot longer to post this than I hoped but I had six major exams a couple of weeks ago and now I've got a few tests next week so a lot of my time has been spent revising for them. I was planning to write as much as I can for after I came home from school until I absolutely needed sleep but a little accident in PE stopped me from doing that, let's just say that I should really work on my dodging! On a more less painful note, I can't believe that this story has nearly 100 reviews, thank you so much! Enjoy the chapter!

Ulrich sat in the police car, the seatbelt being the only thing stopping him from running into the building himself. Well, that and the fact that there were two armed officers sat in front of him and the squad team in the black van, equally armed. He couldn't believe that in a matter of moments, Yumi could be back with them, back into his arms. Her family were waiting in the another unmarked car and he had been told that they would be the first to see Yumi if they did find her, then if she agreed he would be able to see her for himself. But what if she didn't want to see him? He knew this would hurt him but tried to push all those thoughts out of his mind and concentrate on the hope of saving her.

An unknown voice ran through the car and Ulrich watched as the female officer reach down, pull out her radio and speak into it, "What's the situation?" Ulrich tried to make out what the other voice was saying but the clarity wasn't the best, instead he had to watch her reactions and hear her side of the conversation "Ready to proceed? Let's do this. Good luck." She titled her head and gave a brief nod the male officer beside her before turning to the teen, Okay, so here what's going on. We've just received the go ahead and any minute now the squad team along with a couple of officers will enter the building. We," she gestured to herself and the man sat in the drivers seat, "might have to go in as well, depending on how the situation inside goes. If that does happen I want you to remain in the car, no matter what happens. If we find Yumi, when she comes out of the building you still need to stay in here. Understand?"

He nodded and she turned back around, mumbling codes and information to her colleague. Ulrich kept watch of the van, his heart racing as he knew that this was it. The chance to find her. The doors slammed open, figures dressed all in black running out of them and into the small run down house. It was time. Now all he could do was wait and pray they would come out with the black haired girl he loved so much.

She knew it would be over, the nightmare would end at one slip of her hand. Twirling the sharp shard of glass once more between her fingers, Yumi took a deep breath. Could she really do this? She knew that if she did then that would be it. Game over. She might be free of this horror but she never would she see her old life again. No more family, no more friends, no more Ulrich. As she gripped the glass tight she felt it press into her skin, blood trickling down her arm. Wincing at the pain, she threw the fragment across the room and brought her knees to her chest, letting her tears fall freely. She couldn't do it, it just wasn't possible to take her own life.

That was her last hope, it had been days since she had lost faith in getting rescued. Knowing she couldn't bring herself to commit suicide, the only other option was to wait for death to come. John would keep her alive for as long as her wanted her. When he decides that she is no use for him anymore he would either kill her straight away or just let her waste away.

She could make out John and probably another customer walking around upstairs. Their heavy footsteps were getting closer and Yumi started to shake, wishing that she could have at least one day without the abuse. Then the footsteps stopped. Lifting her head up and frowning with confusion at the still closed door, she could feel her heart beat faster when she heard heard John curse. The door flew open and both men ran down. Before she had time to move, the unknown man grabbed her and violently lifted her up.

"What should we do with her?" He frantically asked John, who was quickly pacing across the room, gripping his hair in thought.

"We can't take her if that's what you're thinking," Yumi felt the man tighten his grip on her ever so slightly. John stopped pacing and looked straight at her, "If we want to even have a chance of getting out free we have to get rid of her."

Yumi froze, knowing the meaning behind his words and didn't want to hear it come from his lips. Unfortunately for her, the man holding her didn't understand.

"How are we going to get rid of a teenage girl? Unless we..." it hit him, "John, you don't mean kill-"

"Yes I mean kill her," John snapped at him, "Think about it. We kill her, make our escape, they will be too preoccupied with a dead body to have everyone looking for us, and if we ever get caught, who's going to testify against us?"

The man nodded, "How are we going to it? They could barge in here any minute."

John started to reach into his pocket, "We sill have a bit of time, they won't come in straight away. Take this," He pulled out a pocket knife and flicked the blade, Yumi shook with fear and closed her eyes."

"What? There's no way I can kill her. You do it!"

She heard John let out a sigh and take two steps towards her, "Hold her still."

This was it. This was how she was going to die.

She felt the cold metal press hard against her throat and pain flashed through her body. She felt sick as she felt the warm blood drip down her neck. John started to move the knife across her neck but before he could move it more than a couple of inches, the pain was gone and Yumi was thrown to the floor, blood still coming out of the deep cut. Pulling her head off the stone floor she saw John and the unknown man being pushed to the floor, men all in black pinning them down and pulling handcuffs from their belts.

She was saved. Her nightmare was over. But the relief soon faded away. Pain and sickness flooded her body and she could feel herself being pulled into unconsciousness. She knew that the cut was deep, the warmth was spreading over her torso and she guessed that it was the blood pouring from her neck. As she tried to form a cry for help, she heard nothing, her throat tighten and closed as she tried to speak. Her breathing was becoming shorter and shallow.

As she began to fall into the blackness she felt someone press something to her neck and press hard. Before her body was completely taken over by the darkness she felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her and cradle her, a voice whispering that it was over and she would be safe.