Reine

They assign two of their men to guard me in my room while the others wait outside—the very same guys I have sent flying because they tried to attack me… twice.

"Ha! Now you are on our mercy!" one of them say triumphantly.

I can't help but laughing. "Yeah, right, drugging me and cuffing my wrists, then still putting some guards in this room." I reply in a deliberately exaggerated cynical tone. I feel like kicking him at the top of his shiny head now; that would be a good target practice for me. "How more pathetic can you be against an unarmed girl?"

He yanks my hair and put a knife on my cheek, "Should I cut your tongue so that you stop blabbering?!"

"I'll bite your hand off your arm before you can even do that." I reply calmly.

I stare right into his eyes. He smirks. "You've got guts."

He then lets go of my hair, although he does pulls some strands with him as he does so.

"Why are you doing this to him?" I ask plainly. "I know you guys know him and you took my phone earlier."

"Forrester?" he asks. "He deals many casualties to our group. Always manages to get away."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"What are you saying?!"

"I'm saying you have no skill." I reply. "Look, you even needed six people to properly abduct me! And it wasn't smooth either, right?"

"You bitch!" He jerks my hair again and pulls it down.

Shit, that hurts.

Guys should have long hair and try to pull it for themselves to feel. Especially this bald good-for-nothing jerk who keeps pulling my hair.

"Too much guts for your own good, don't you think?!"

"Don't you think it's you guys having too little guts for your own good?!" I yell back, "Anyway, he won't come."

The door is suddenly open and two more people come in; one of them looks quite familiar while I believe I've never seen the other one before. "He would be coming soon."

That's impossible!

The bald guy laughed. "You're wrong this time!"

The two newcomers come closer.

Ugh, they reek of alcohol.

"So, this is Forrester's girl, huh?" the one I've never seen before says, "He's got quite a taste on girls, surely."

"I'm not."

My mind goes to Felicity. Well, at least it's not Felicity they get their hands on, I bet Neil must be furious if they did.

"You have quite a mouth there," he admits. "And quite a power, I see."

Well, now that he mentions it, except for him, all of them are covered with bandages although earlier this morning, there were nothing of that sort. Was it because of me, then?

Oh, well, not really my fault.

He then lifts up my chin and traces his finger on my lips. "Nice lips, chick."

"Let me go,"

"Oh, oh, do that again. It feels nice against my skin." He says, "Makes me feel like kissing you and screwing you."

In response, I bite his finger as hard as I could and he screams in pain. He takes out his hand and slaps me across my face.

"What do you think you're doing?!" he roars.

He then chokes me, pressing me against the pillar around which my wrists are cuffed together behind my back.

I try frantically to loosen the ratchets of the cuffs and feel like my wrists being sliced as the metal cuts into my skin.

His grip is being tightened around my neck.

Shit. It's getting harder to breathe.

Neil

They always mess around with me: keep picking up fights although I told them I wasn't interested.

Now, they're using her.

From all people.

I clench my fist, cursing as I try to reach that place as fast as possible.

A smile is plastered on their face when I show up in front of the shack. "Welcome, Forrester!"

"Let's get right into the business," I immediately say.

"Your girl was quite a handful."

I see the bandages. Oh, well.

I crack my knuckles. "I don't have much time. I'll make this quick."

They want a real fight?

They will surely get one this time.

Reine

Suddenly, there is a loud noise from the front. And it doesn't stop. In fact, the loudness picks up and it seems to get more and more chaotic. It's obviously the sound of people fighting.

"It must be him."

"We better back them up!"

With that, three of the four guys dash out from the room with the bald guy stays behind. They take along some metal pipes with the as they go out. The door is promptly closed behind them.

"While they are working on him. I will be working on you."

Huh?

He then moves to in front of my face and bends down. "You're quite cute, and I like girls who got guts."

"I don't like bald guys." I reply frankly.

He laughs. "That's no matter, since you're cuffed anyway."

He hands reaches out to the opening of my blouse. Seeing what he's about to do, I propel my legs up, aiming for his crotch, but he manages to catch it and he moves even closer, putting his weight on my knees. I then quickly try to bite his hand, but with his left arm, he pins my neck to the pillar before I can do that. "Do you think I'm letting your teeth sink into my skin after what you did earlier?!"

He begins to unbutton me.

Truth to be told, I don't want my first time to be like this.

"NO!"

The door is suddenly open, and I can see Neil standing, blood dripping from his hand, his violet eyes flash in fury. The bald guy stands up, "You're coming in at the wrong time." He says as he walks towards Neil, finally releasing me. Neil suddenly grabs the bald guy's collar and smash him to the ground much like a judoka. He then pins him down. "You are messing with the wrong person." he growls.

Then it happens before my eyes: the silver blade is impaled into his stomach.

"Neil!"

The bald guy kicks Neil sideways and take out the knife in the process, blood immediately gushes out from the wound. He then runs away before Neil can stand up.

"Neil!" I yell as I force my wrists to separate themselves. I can feel the ring cuts into my skin and it feels like burning, but it's nothing compared to…

My tears surge down my cheek.

Neil

Shit.

I never knew he had a knife. At least he got away.

She's crying now; she's such a crybaby.

I manage to stand up and walk to her, although my stomach stings like hell.

Her hands are tied behind her. Not only that: they were using cuffs.

Oh, well. They did say she was a handful for them.

I take her hairpin, hoping it will make do as a picklock.

My vision starts to blur.

Please, please, let me have enough strength to do at least this.

After the second try, I can hear the clicking sound.

Thank God.

She immediately turns around and puts her arms around me, calling my name frantically.

She leans my head against her shoulder.

"Call… Rod…"

The last thing I see before everything goes black is her tears.

Neil apparently manages to save Reine... at not a small cost.

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