"Two days, she's been gone for two days and I don't know where he took her, I need all the help I can get Gretto. Driving around town only goes a long way, please I'm begging you. When do I ever beg?" I exclaimed frantically as I followed in suit behind him.

He sauntered into the living room where the gang sat, listening in on our conversation. "Mason, last time I did you a favour my boys killed that guy and I apologize for that but we could have been caught," he said.

"Come on dude, Mason has been there for us all the time. And plus we owe it to him for shooting that guy, which might I add wasn't my fault, some jackass's gun went off but that's beside the point, we broke our promise to not kill the guy and we did, we owe him this." Leo said, his eyes flickering towards me.

I nodded my head towards him in gratitude and he flashed me a lop-sided smile. They knew how much Michelle meant to me, and what I would do to make sure she's safe. Sitting here, watching everyone run like headless chickens searching for Michelle wasn't helping.

And now her mother has filed a missing person's report. I need to find her before things get out of hand. . .before they hurt her. "Okay fine, but I swear to god if anyone dies Mason and it isn't you? I'm killing you myself," Gretto said as he slumped down onto the sofa.

Everyone turned to face me, their games faces suddenly on, "now, what's the plan?" He inquired, a mischievous smirk plastered on his face.

"I think I know where she is, but it's just a hunch."

•••

"I called Mason a few days ago, the night I took you actually. And guess what? It's been two days and he isn't here, guess where he was? At a party, hanging with his friends and some whores. See I'm the only person who cares about you, not even that bastard Mason. Don't be fooled by actions sweetie, it's what's in the mind."

"Oh, and your mind is stable? You're a narcissistic psychopath. You're delusional, you claim to love me yet you can watch these men and my own father torture me. I don't give a shit if Mason isn't here, his actions can't help me. Yours can, Kaleb just let me go."

He paused, and once again, the second time in the past 48 hours I've spent chained up here I could see the inner turmoil in his eyes. I could tell that part of him wanted to let me go, but the other part was selfish and valued his life more than mine.

No matter how much I reasoned with him, he won't let me go. When Kaleb makes up his mind, it'll take years to get him to change it; thus, never. But it was worth the try, if I guilt-trip him enough maybe he'll release me. "You know I can't do that Michelle."

"Doesn't it hurt seeing me hurt!? I'm bleeding from every part of my body, Kaleb!? And for what? I've been complying to your every demand, to Mandel's every demand and yet still I'm soaked in my own blood! What have I d-done to deserve this?"

"Shut up, Michelle." He growled lowly as he pivoted on his heels, turning away from me. It was getting to him, I won't shut up now. "I know you care about me, Kaleb, show me that you do."

"I said shut up."

"Just untie me, I-I'll leave DC, I'll never speak to Mason again, I won't tell anyone this happened just please let me out of here."

"I SAID SHUT UP!" I watched in horror as he picked up the metal chair sitting in the middle of the room and flung it into the wall. It crashed with a loud bang, causing me to flinch in fear. I slowly peered up and pursed my lips in a thin line at the pure rage on his face.

He sauntered towards me in long strides then crouched down before me, his eyes dark, just like the moment I got here. I tried to put some distance between us but he made it a point to come directly into my face as he spoke, "you're not leaving this place alive, Michelle. Get that through your thick head, if I help you I die too and I've made it pretty clear how much I value my life, so shut the fuck up or I'll bash your head in."

He shoved the chair backwards and I flickered my eyes shut quickly, awaiting impact with the floor but it never came. There was a loud bang and the doors to the room slammed open. Mandel stepped inside, his eyes moving towards Kaleb in confusion then me.

"Bring her to the other room, we're leaving in five." He said, his eyes never meeting mine. Kaleb nodded his head in understanding and strolled towards me. In that second he seemed to have already calmed down.

He walked behind me and I frowned in confusion, wondering what the hell he was doing until my hands suddenly relaxed behind my back. A rush of relief surged through my body and I whimpered in joy yet pain when I brought my bloody, throbbing hands towards me.

He did the same to my feet and then sauntered back towards me. "Run, and die, comply and you live just a little longer," Kaleb said as he slipped his hand under my arms and hoisted me up. I cried out in pain when my feet landed on the cold floor.

Every part of my body throbbed and burnt and I longed for it to stop, anything at all to stop it but I knew it was useless. I wasn't getting out of here, and Kaleb won't let me go. Plus by the looks of it, this place is heavily guarded.

Hopping on one foot with the support of Kaleb we made it out of the room. I was surprised to see that this place appeared like a normal house. I expected to be in some abandoned warehouse or something but it looked like any ordinary hallway, instead, the doors were replaced with metal ones, allowing whoever was in the room to be trapped.

Outside the door were two guards positioned, ready to pistol whip me if I attempted to run or beat me to a pulp again. I had the urge to fling myself onto them and bash their heads in but I knew I'd be dead in zero point five seconds. "Bring her to the other room," Mandel exclaimed as he motioned down the hallway.

By the looks of it, this was a pretty big house, it wouldn't be easy to navigate my way out of here if I tried, but I still needed to find a way out. I can't die, not today.

"Get in," Kaleb muttered as he shoved me into the other room. I tumbled on my feet and crashed to the ground. A whimper escaped my lips when another bolt of pain surged through my body and I curled up in a ball, unable to move as I was paralyzed in pain.

I batted the tears out of my eyes and sucked in a harsh breath, trying my hardest not to hyperventilate.

They're going to kill me. And it kills me knowing that they're keeping me alive just to taunt me instead of just getting on with it. My torture is both psychically and psychologically. The fact that I know I'm going to die haunts me more than if they were to come into this room unexpectedly and put a bullet through my head.

But no, they were going to keep me here until they were done with their business and kill me. "Get up, Michelle, we don't have all day," Kaleb exclaimed as he hoisted me upwards effortlessly. He slammed me down onto a chair and I bit down onto my lips to prevent myself from crying.

"You need to change your clothes," Kaleb exclaimed as he motioned towards my bloody and battered clothes. I frowned deeply and fought the urge to laugh loudly, instead I replied with a snarky remark, "why I gotta look good for the devil or something? Or what I need to look cute whilst I bleed out on the floor? Fucking ridiculous."

"No, Michelle-" he gritted out as he approached me with a pair of faded blue jeans and a white t-shirt. He lowered himself down before me and smiled, "you're coming with us." He said as he motioned towards the clean clothes, "and you need to look appropriate."

"So y-you're not gonna kill me?"

"Oh no, that's still happening, Mandel just loves having you around," he chuckled softly. I ignored him when I suddenly realized that I wasn't tied up. I wasn't bounded to this chair, I can escape. I was so consumed in my pain and agony, I didn't realize they untied me back in the other room.

But there are bodyguards outside, they'll kill me if I make a move.

And plus, I'm too weak to do anything psychical.

I searched the room frantically, hoping to find anything I could use on Kaleb, and to my luck, I realized that on the far end of the room was a wooden bat, possibly the same one that was used on me some time ago. If I could distract him, maybe I could get to that bat, knock him out with it.

Then wait till someone comes in and attack them.

It's worth the try.

"You're gonna have to behave, Michelle, or I'll be forced to-" before he could finish his sentence I grabbed his cheeks in my palms and slammed my lips down onto his. I sucked in a harsh breath when pain shot through my mouth but I mustered it up for the sake of survival.

He immediately kissed back and I was surprised at first, thinking that he would be quick to shove me away. He should know this was just a tactic to get out. But no, Kaleb was too delusional to think nothing of it other than pure passion.

He deepened the kiss, completely lost in the bliss of it all. And when I knew he was his most vulnerable I did one of the most psychically disgusting things I've ever done and bit down onto his lip as hard as I could, making sure that I dug my teeth so deep into it that it drew blood.

He cried out in pain and pulled away from me quickly. In that moment of vulnerability, I mustered up all the strength I had left in me and sent a kick flying to his chest. He careered into the floor, grunting in pain as he cradled his chest with his hand.

I flung myself off the chair but forgot for a moment how weak my body was. Instead of running straight to the bat as I expected, I was swaying left to right, trying my hardest to keep my body upright as I struggled to make it across the room.

"Fucking bitch!" Kaleb cried out behind me. His voice was animalistic, almost as if he were possessed by a demon. A chill ran down my spine when he started to shuffle from behind me. "You have nowhere to run, Michelle." He exclaimed, and then his footsteps grew closer, taunting me.

I was close, so close but I knew he would get me anyway.

"You're gonna die early now for sure," he exclaimed as his hand fell onto my shoulder. Without thinking, I lowered my mouth down onto his arm and bit hard once again, ignoring the way his ear-piercing screams reverberated off the wall of the room.

When he tugged his hand away I sent my fist flying to his face, aiming straight for his nose. But he caught it in his grasp and slammed his fist into my stomach, knocking the air out of me. I doubled over in pain and gripped onto his hand tightly to support me but instead, he let me go and I toppled onto the floor in a heap, wheezing.

"I CARE ABOUT YOU MICHELLE! You think I want to see you hurt, y-you think I want your father to kill you? No, I want you all to myself but I can't have you and neither can Mason so you know what? NO ONE CAN HAVE YOU!"

"You're r-right, no one can have me. . .only I can." With that said I quickly swiped my foot under his, sending him crashing onto the floor. He slammed down onto his back and I watched as his head collided with the floor.

Without looking back I hoisted myself upwards and dragged my battered down body towards the bat. Kaleb grunted in pain behind me but I ignored him and focused on the bat. There was no way in hell he'd recover that quickly, I thought to myself when I finally made it to the end of the room.

The bat was just out of my reach, and I smiled in triumph, only. . .I didn't expect for him to recover so quickly.

Before I could get to the bat, a pair of hands gripped my shoulder tightly and slammed me into the wall. Once again it was as if they had knocked all the air out of my lungs and I gasped for air, trying to hang onto every bit of it. But it was useless, considering how his hands were wrapped around my neck.

I clawed at his hands, my eyes wide in fear and shock as I peered into Kaleb's lifeless eyes. He didn't utter a word as he tightened his grip on my neck, determined to kill me. I was shaking in fear with every second that passed, choking on my own saliva, trying my hardest to remove his hands from my throat but it was useless.

I could feel myself slipping into the dark abyss slowly, drifting away with every second that went by. This is it, I'm gonna die. I'll never get to see my mom again. Tell her I love her, my friends, Sasha, Sebastian and Tristan.

I'll never get to tell Mason I love him one last time.

Mason.

I need to tell Mason I love him again.

I snapped my eyes away from him and outstretched my hand towards the bat sitting on the table beside us. Slowly, I was slipping away, but with my last breath I managed to grip the bat and with all my strength I slammed it into his head.

His grip on my throat loosened and I used this as my opportunity to slam the bat into his head again and again until he was unconscious.

He laid at my feet, bleeding from his head. And for a moment I wanted to fall onto my knees and cry, cry because I was overwhelmed with everything that's occurred in these at few hours. Because I found out my father killed my sister, my ex-boyfriend is indeed psychotic and I might die today without telling my loved ones I loved them one last time.

Well, I'm getting the fuck out of here.

I managed to get Kaleb up into the chair I was held in moments ago and used the chains in the room to bind him to it. When he was secured I gave him one last look and grabbed the bat, prepared to bash heads in to get the hell out of here.

But that was until the door slammed open, and a man sauntered in.

You have got to be kidding me.