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*Sabrina's POV*

I was walking from Bradley's apartment back to mine, in a complete daze. Bradley apparently had some business to attend to in a nearby town, outside the big city. Something concerning the wellbeing of Faerie, he had stated rather dramatically. On his way out, he had welcomed me to stay and wait until he got back from whatever mission he was going on, but I was too overwhelmed from all of that kissing that felt plain wrong, so I left. I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going, so when I accidentally bumped shoulders with someone, I was surprised to see Bradley im front of me.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" he said playfully. I noticed that his eyes were no longer green; they were now silver. "Weren't your eyes green? They changed col-"

Bradley cut me off with a kiss, which, unlike the others, didn't seem quite as friendly and careful. I began to protest to making out in public (but I actually would not want to kiss behind closed doors anymore, either. Bradley seemed...alright...but he was still a complete stranger. What I did...it was totally out of hurt and desperation. I did not love Bradley. I did not even like Bradley, not in the slightest, but here we were, him trying to kiss me on the sidewalk, while I tried to pull away.

"Aw, c'mon, babe, I'm just tryna have some fun!"

Babe? Only Puck ever called me babe.

"No," I said defiantly. "Listen, Bradley, we need to talk..."

"Are you...breaking up with me! But we just got together, like yesterday!" It was weird. Bradley sounded surprised, but looked like he was completely expecting this.

"Yes, I'm sorry, but I just can't do this. The best way I can explain is that it just doesn't feel right. Like there's a piece of the puzzle missing, something I don't know about.

"Well, Sabrina, I'm sorry to, because there was an easy way to do this, and a hard way,and you chose the hard way."

The crowds in the streets were now thinning as I grew closer to dusk. Everyone in their right mind went inside at about 8:30 pm to avoid being mugged. I had to admit, I didn't live in the best neighborhood in the world, crime-wise. I was more confused than I was scared at Bradley's disturbing comment.

"What do you me-"

Once again, I was cut off, but this time it was by a strong hand clamped over my mouth, and another one pressed against my back, forcing me towards a dark and menacing-looking alley. Okay now I was scared. My eyes darted around, and noticed that the street was entirely empty. Great. Where was Puck when you needed him? Oh...yeah... I suppressed tears as I bit down on Bradley's hand, hard. He yelped in pain and brought his hand back quickly. My chance to escape.

I sprinted back the way I came, towards the busier side of town, where I had a chance of disappearing into the herd of people milling about in the moonlight and headlights of taxis. It was a good thing I had been a track star in high school. I ran 6 blocks as fast as I could without so much as a droplet of sweat. But then I heard the familiar beat of fairy wings behind me. I wanted them so desperately to be Puck's, but I knew that was not the case.

"Ah, Sabrina. So headstrong! It's a shame, really, to have to do this to a pretty little lady like yourself, but...actually, I will quite enjoy forcing myself upon you, if you know what I mean. Serves Puck right." he flew after me, magnificent scarlet wings humming as he gained on me.

Wait...did he just mention Puck? What's he got to do with this?

I already had an idea on what Bradley was gonna do to me, but hearing him say that topped the cake. This was a nightmare. My father's face scolded me in my mind. "Didn't we ever tell you to not talk to strangers, Sabrina?" Mental Dad was right. This was all my fault for trusting some random, well, hottie off the street, who then turned into a rapist.

My fear increased with every yard my pursuer closed between us. I was now an arm's length away, and quite out of breath. Right before I was sure that I was done for, I impulsively stopped, swung around, and sucker punched him in the gut. Bradley leaned over, gasping and kicked him in the crotch. "I hope you didn't plan on having any children," I said, like the smart alleck I was. With a loud thump, the fairy fell over onto the concrete, clutching his stomach with his legs pinched together, wincing in pain. I only noticed that he had taken out a knife when he stabbed me with it.

*Puck's POV*

I woke up in a dark place. It smelled of mildew and garbage. I could barely make out the room that I was in. Pain was all I felt. It was everywhere, a white-hot stabbing sensation that was all over my body, threatening to make me pass out. I turned over on my side to get a better look at the place, groaning with every move of a joint.

I was in a dungeon. That part was obvious. A single oil lantern illuminated the tiny room, which was completely bare except for a single pot in the corny, which smelled so bad that I could only guess that it was a makeshift toilet. I tried to move my hands to pull myself up, but they stuck fast. My wrists were tethered to a hook in the wall, making me immobile. I sighed, remembering what happened. Just my luck. Besides the squeaking and scurrying of the rats around me, I heard soft breathing. Who ever it was, they were in the same room as me.

"Hello?" I croaked. My throat hurt like never before. It felt like it was on fire. My whole body felt like it was on fire. I heard a familiar snore. I placed it as...Sabrina?!

My first reaction was to try to get to bed, so I lunged forward, forgetting about the ropes that bound me, which worsened the rope burn that I already had from earlier that day. "Sabrina?! Hello? Where are you?"

I didn't know where she was, but I knew she was close. I assumed she was asleep.

"Puck?" a small voice called. The sound was coming from my right. "Is that you?"

Tears of joy sprang from my eyes, as I forgot all about my...our...predicament at the moment.

"It's me, Sabrina it's me!" was all I could choke out, with all that emotion and stuff. I hate crying.

"Puck...where are we?" I heard no joy in Sabrina's voice. She was not glad to see me. But I can't blame her. I cheated on her. And, probably indirectly caused all of this. If I hadn't left, I could've protected her against Bradley. This was all my fault.

"Sabrina...I'm sorry."

"Puck, we don't have time for this right now. We need to get out of here." I heard her groaning, struggling against her restraints. I wished that the lamp's light reached over to the dark corner where Sabrina and I were, so I could see her.

"But-" I was terrified that Sabrina wouldn't take me back.

"Puck, stop. Just stop. This is not our priority right now. Shut up." She sounded angry (which she had a right to be) so I shut up.

Suddenly, A door that I didn't know was there creaked open, letting in a blinding light from outside. I squinted, but forced myself to open them so I could taken in my surroundings better. I looked down at my leg, where I had been stabbed. The cloth in my jeans and shorts had been torn, revealing my wound, which was a large and deep gash, slowly trickling blood. I looked at the ground around me. More blood. I would soon bleed out if I didn't get medical attention. That was one of the things that faerie and humans had alike... Both parties could die from losing blood. Not many things can kill a faerie, but blood loss was one of them.

I turned my head towards Sabrina, which was surprisingly strenuous and painful. And there she was.

Sabrina was sitting on the floor, Indian style, with her arms tied around a pole behind her. Her waist was also tethered. She glared at me. She looked tired, stressed, even. Dark circles ringed her eyes and her jaw hung slack. I noticed that Sabrina had an injury on her leg also, but surprisingly, it was bandaged up. Like Bradley, our attacker, wanted to keep her alive for something.

Bradley stepped in to the now lit room.

"Hello, King Puck and Queen Sabrina. How do you do?"