Darcy's p.o.v

With Dan's hand holding mine firmly, we made our way into the intimidating building awaiting us. Phil was behind us, locking the car doors and adjusting the suit he was ordered to wear. Today was important. I was meeting the man who had kept me locked in that room for so long. I was getting the justice I deserved and finally, everything would be perfect. Not the slightest worry would be left in my life. I would be free.

But there was still the doubt he wouldn't be imprisoned. Still a chance he might escape, or find where I live. Still the constant worry of him hurting me again. The torture. The pain.

I felt my breathing become unsteady and I felt nauseous. I was shaking, and I could hardly walk, my knees wobbling beneath me.

"Darcy? Darcy are you alright? You're pale and shaking!" Dan announced and was quick to sit me down on a chair in the reception of the giant building.

"Do you need water? A doctor? "I shook my head and Dan grabbed my hand, squeezing it lightly before kissing my head. I breathed in his scent and closed my eyes for a moment. All my troubles thoughts ran away and I stopped shaking, I knew Dan was with me. He would never let anything happen to me again.

"I'm fine now, sorry, just a bit nervous but it's fine. I'm okay as long as you are with me" I opened my eyes and Dan was smiling down at me, our hands still intertwined.

"Are you sure? We can just sit here for a moment if you want?" I shook my head and laughed, standing up and brushing the invisible dust of the bottom of my dress.

"No I'm ready. I have to do this" I said sternly and dragged Dan down the hall with Phil who had waited patiently for us and asked the lady at the front desk for directions.

"This way" A security guard said and opened two doors for us to enter. The room was square and surrounding the stage in the centre was chairs, all facing the middle. A few sophisticated men and women with briefcases and clipboards waddled around us, one of which greeted us and led us to our seats, only a few meters distance from the stage. Never letting go of Dan's hand, we made our way to our designated seats and sat down quickly.

I was ready.

This would all go perfectly.

I had nothing to worry about.

"I'm so proud of you" Dan whispered in my ear and I nodded, smiling at him before watching the room fill with people. A few of which gave us strange looks, obviously not realising this whole case was based on me.

After a few boring yet anxious minutes, the judge entered the room and ranted for 20 minutes about the background of my case. Pictures were shown and a few people whispered and gasped.

"David Terry Johnstone, the man fitting the description that Darcy has provided was recorded as visiting the hospital after receiving a strangling days after Darcy escaped. He faked an identity and address. But with the hospitals help, we managed to track him and three days ago the police arrested him at a gas station late at night. Here he is" The judge introduced him and I felt my stomach churn and Dan squeezed my hand whilst Phil grabbed my other and held it just as firm. I tried to calm my nerves but I was cut off when a man in a blue jumpsuit was guided into the room.

It was him.

It was the man who kidnapped me.

It was the man who turned my life into living hell.

Two guards stayed by both his sides and pushed him into his seat beside the judge where he showed no emotion other than hatred. That same devilish look he made when beating me. The longer I looked at him, the more I felt like vomiting. Crying. Screaming.

I hadn't blinked since the moment he entered, and my eyes started to sting. Maybe it was because of his pure ugliness. Inside and out.

"David Terry Johnstone" The judge repeated, looking at the man with disgust.

"His fingerprints were found all over the room in which Darcy was imprisoned in, her confirmation is all we need to send this man to prison for twenty five years, and a five thousand pound fine in addition" The man searched around the room, probably for me and I could hear the beat of my heart thumping in my chest.

And then it happened.

The man's dark eyes met mine and I internally screamed. His stare was terrifying and agonising. His heartless soul was reading mine and I knew he could tell how scared I was. How horrified I was. He was a demon. He was Satan in a human body.

Suddenly, much like when I was painting, his face was planted in my mind. His eyes staring into mine. They were cold and I felt my mind being taken over by memories. The beatings. The pain. The torture. And I tried to think optimistically. I tried reminding myself about Dan. Dan was with me and I had to do this for him. I had to snap out of this trans... but I couldn't. My thoughts were out of control and every single bad memory was being relived.

Suddenly the man stood up and smirked down at me. A blood curdling scream erupted from my lungs but I noticed nobody else was in the rom.

I was alone with the man, with the devil. He was slowly walking towards me and my eyes were cloudy and I knew I was sobbing like a maniac.

"DAN!" I screamed for help, paralysed and unable to move.

"DAN HELP ME" I repeated and suddenly I felt a hand grip my knee. I looked up and it was the man.

"GET AWAY FROM ME! DON'T HURT ME PLEASE! DAN! DAN PLEASE!" I sobbed and pleaded, my throat hurting but all I could think of was the memories of the concrete room and the man who stood directly in front of me, keeping a firm grip on my knee.

"DAN! PHIL! PLEASE HELP ME! HES GOT ME! HE'S GOING TO HURT ME!" But nobody could hear me and the man now grabbed my upper arm, shouting back at me. But his words were a strange blur, all I could hear was my name every so often. It was all just a loud mumble and I was now confused and scared!

"STOP HIM PLEASE!" I begged, I prayed. Not again. I COULDNT DO THIS AGAIN!

Then suddenly everything went blank and I became unconsious.

Dan's p.o.v

I glared at the man furiously, he was the demon who tortured the woman I loved. Darcy.

As he made eye contact with Darcy I noticed her eyes were wide and she had started shaking.

"Darcy? DARCY!" I shouted and I could feel all eyes on me. I had broken the silence but I didn't care, all I cared about as Darcy who was not responding to me. Instead, after a few seconds , she let out an extremely loud scream and I noticed dr Hodgons, who had come with his information, had ran over and was checking her temperature and trying to snap her out of her trans. I tried not to panic, but the noise of her sobbing and the people whispering around me made this worse.

"She is having another fit!" Phil shouted and a moment later Darcy screamed again.

"DAN!" she yelled and I was quick to place my other hand, the one not in her hand, on her knee firmly.

"DAN HELP ME!" She screamed again and I was quick to respond.

"DARCY I AM HERE! COME ON I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME! LISTEN TO ME!" I tried helping but she didn't show any signs of hearing me. If anything she looked even more terrified and in pain than before, but what could I do?

"GET AWAY FROM ME! DON'T HURT ME PLEASE! DAN! DAN PLEASE!" I didn't know what to do, dr Hodgons was trying to snap her out of it too, but nothing was working.

"DAN! PHIL! PLEASE HELP ME! HES GOT ME! HES GOING TO HURT ME!" she hollered and dr Hodgons grabbed her upper arm firmly, shaking her slightly but the horrified expression didn't leave her face.

"STOP HIM PLEASE!" She screamed and I couldn't take it any longer.

"HELP HER GOD DAMNIT!" I ordered and I could feel tears trailing down my cheeks. Her thoughts were probably so painful. She was probably going through hell and it was hard to watch knowing I couldn't help in any way.

"We are drugging her" The doctor informed me and I didn't protest against it. Anything to stop Darcy from going through the pain she was in.

After the injection has been placed in Darcy's arm, her eyes shut and her screaming and sobbing stopped. People were gossiping around us but I didn't care.

"I'm sorry Dan but we are going to have to take Darcy, if she is triggered again she could be permanently mentally damaged. She needs to be taken with us immediately I'm afraid. I apologise for this being so sudden but this is urgent" I felt my heart sink. Darcy was being taken away?

"For how long?" I asked, not liking where this was going one bit.

"It could be weeks, just enough until we think she is able to cope with these fits" I nodded and forced myself to let go of Darcy.

"The ambulance are on their way to take her to the mental hospital now, don't bother with her belongings, they are all possible triggers" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Darcy was just being taken away from me and I basically had no input, I wanted her to get better but I needed to be with her. Was I a trigger? Was this as much of a problem as the doctor was making it out to be?

"I'm sorry Dan but this might be the last time you see Darcy in person for a little while" He admitted and my heart broke. Wouldn't I even be able to hug her or kiss her for that amount of time? I wasted no time in pecking Darcy on the lips and letting the tears fall. I blocked out everyone else and focused on her.