"I asked you a question," Hank growled, stalking towards me. But I was too stunned to move, or to even speak. The man in front of me was the man who had bought me all those years ago. The one who brought me into this life. The one who-

Hank quickly appeared in front of me and roughly grabbed my face in his hand, smushing my cheeks harshly against my teeth.

"Did. You. Miss. Me?" He asked again, his voice taking in an even angrier tone, I could practically see his rage bubbling beneath the surface, begging to be released. I knew how he was. How angry he got. I even knew the things he'd do if he got really angry, unfortunately. This is the man that made my life Hell on Earth.

Moretti saw Hank touch me and quickly moved beside me to swing his fist at Hank, but he was still dizzy from his injuries and from what I assume was blood loss. He narrowly missed Hank's cheek, losing his balance in the process.

Hank laughed humorlessly, "Nice try, Pretty Boy." He looked at me to gauge my reaction before he cocked his hand back and swung it right into Moretti's jaw, hard enough for a loud crack to reverberate across the parking lot.

Moretti crumpled to the ground, but was still roughly held up by the two men.

Hank ordered them, "Go make Pretty Boy at little less pretty, for me," He turned back with a sadistic smile.

I finally found a little bit of my voice. "No," it came out almost whispered.

But Hank was close enough to hear it. "What was that, Babygirl? That's not your little boyfriend is it?" He brushed a loose tendril of hair behind my ear.

I stuttered but no real words could come out.

"If so, I'll make sure he gets the special treatment. Don't you worry."

I forced out another whisper, "Please."

Hank mocked me and poked out his bottom lip in a fake pout. "Aw, it's been a while since i've heard you beg like that, Doll. But I've gotta say, this dress is so," he inhaled deeply, "sexy."

He ran his hands up my exposed thighs and I held my breath, my body felt frozen. It was like it remembered all the things he did to us.

"You're so quiet," He breathed into my ear, "Maybe you just need a little nap."

I felt a large stabbing pain in the side of my neck. I grunted at the impact, reaching for the syringe. But within seconds, I felt my legs crumple beneath me and my eyes forced closed.