A/N: Wyatt Family's Bitch: thanks! Here's some more! Thought not yet the conclusion.
Bray walked into town, a man on a mission. Rage and fear boiled up inside him, making him sick to his stomach. Some had Evangeline. And he had to be a pretty tough bastard to be holding her. He marched on in quick strides, determined to find his girl and murder the fucker that was holding her. Hurting her, more than likely. His nails dug into his palms until they bled, the rage intensifying with each step he took.
Evangeline opened her eyes, a splitting headache pounding in her skull. She was alone in the room, her father no where to be seen. She could feel the pocket knife against her thigh, but she couldn't get her hands to her pocket. She struggled against the zip ties. She pulled against the tie on her right wrist, pulling as hard as she could. She kept yanking, convinced that the tie, the chair, or her wrist one was going to give at some point. She managed to pull the tie apart. Without wasting time she grabbed her pocket knife from her pocket, flicking it open and cutting the other zip tie. She paused to listen out for him before she went to work on the ties around her ankles.
Bray had to stop, another flash of images flooding his brain. He could see her wrists and see angry red welts on them. He could see her crouching down behind the bed, ready for a fight. He snapped back to where he was and ran down the street, looking for the grocery store. Evangeline was ready for a fight, and he wanted to get there first. He spotted her truck and he stopped to glance in it, the keys still hanging in the ignition.
"Where you going, puppet?" Her father asked, spotting her empty chair. "I know you haven't left yet. Come out and play!" He rounded the bed, ready to grab her. She sprang forward, knife in hand. He grabbed her in mid jump, forcing her face down on the bed and holding her arms behind her. "Really? You went for the warrior approach? I was hoping I'd get to see some voodoo mojo powers!" He teased as he took her pocket knife. She kicked and thrashed trying to get away, but he was to powerful. He flipped her over and grabbed her wrists, bounding them together with another zip tie. Something inhuman flashed across his face, something demonic. She smashed him with an axe handle move and kicked him in the crotch, dashing for the door.
Bray spotted the brick building near the sign and raced towards it. He heard a scuffle and he sprinted towards it, her revolver in the waistband of his pants. "Bray!" She gasped as she fell through the door. She stumbled forward, reaching for him as she stumbled forward. He dashed towards her, reaching out. Before he could grab her, arms curled around her waist. He watched as the thin man grabbed her under her shoulders, dragging her backwards. "Evangeline!"
When he reached the door the man had already dragged her inside, and he could hear the man cackling manically. He tried to kick down the door but it only rattled, feeling like there was something large and heavy blocking it from the other side. There were sounds of a shuffle and Evangeline calling his name. He called back as he rammed his shoulder against the door repeatedly.