Once my feet touched the grass, I let out a loud cry of war. Mr Beefy Man in front of me seemed startled at my banshee calling.

"G-Go away demon!" I held my hands in front of me as if that would protect me from this stranger.

Laughing, he took slow calculated steps towards me and I could do nothing but quickly shuffle backwards until I was out of his sight.

As usual, my luck was as good as a blind guy watching Dora. The hard, cold surface of the tree behind me brought me out of my daze, Mr Beefy man was closer than I thought.

His large frame towered over me as I squeaked like the timid mouse I was. I was trembling and anyone could see that from my shaky posture. He was a mean pickle.

My eyes swelled up with tears. I tried to shout for help but looking around, there was no one even near us; we were at a deserted park.

After Mr Beefy Man stormed out of Arrow's bar with me on his shoulder, he casually walked towards this park almost like he wasn't kidnapping me.

"W-What do you want?" I sniffled and rubbed my hands together in front of me. He cocked his head to the side as he analysed me.

I felt like I was in the police station waiting to be interrogated by him. His eyes were sharply trained on mine. The breaths falling from my mouth came out as short and choppy.

"Sweetheart. Do you know who I am?"

I shook my head frantically to show that I really didn't know him so hopefully, he'll go easier on me.

"The names Zack." He boasted out loud and leant back to give me more breathing space. Thank the bunnies. "Now I work for Santana, which means that outsiders, like yourself, can't get involved with my business. And you my friend got involved with that faggot Benny who was a snake. Now in this business snakes get cut. Now are you going to be the snake?"

"N-No," I squeaked out, the tears slipped down my cheeks in an orderly fashion. I was beyond frightened. The saltiness of my tears tasted so weird on my lips.

"Good girl." His left hand went up to my hair and I flinched as he brought a lock of my hair to his cheek. "Soft indeed."

Why did everyone who kidnap me, feel the need to touch me? Didn't they know about personal bubbles? Because oh goodness, I'm about to buy them some cans of it.

To be honest, I didn't know how to respond to this stranger. I was frozen and internally screaming. I felt extremely uncomfortable with what was happening. Well, you don't say Anna! Why did I always get kidnapped?

"What's your name sweetheart?" His voice was cold and raspy, a creepy combination that sent shudders down my spine. He sounded like he had smoked cigars since he came out of the womb.

I mean sure Mr Grumpy smokes his cancer sticks all the time but he doesn't sound like an old man who screamed kumbaya all day. In fact Mr Grumpy sounded almost like the sweetest bird, so dreamy and melodic.

Immediately a blush sprang to my face much to my dismay. I puffed out my cheeks to cool them down, I didn't want Mr Beefy Man thinking I was blushing for him because I wasn't.

His hand latching onto my wrist immediately snapped me out of my daydreaming. He brought me towards me and my feet just complied to his demand. I then realised what he just said.

"Um, A-Ana." I couldn't stop stuttering, Dammit! Intriguingly, his is eyes widened with disbelief. He stepped back while raking his eyes over me.

There was this itch inside me where I wanted to hit the man but I wasn't violent so that wasn't going to be happening anytime soon.

"Anastasia? Is it?" He asked but the way he said it made it sound like he knew for sure. Now my eyes had widened in disbelief. How did he know my name?

"H-How did you know my name?" Great. Now I had a kidnapped that actually knew who I was, he probably knew where I lived too.

A low chuckle escaped him that sent a creepy shiver through me. His eyes stayed trained on me to the point where I felt furthermore uncomfortable."Well, I'll be damned if it isn't our golden boy Adrian Miles's girl."

What the actual heck? Did he know Adrian as well?

"I'm not his girl. He's my friend." I blushed as the words tumbled out like a child who could speak properly. Why did I always blush when I thought about Mr Grumpy?

He raised his brow as another laugh emitted him. What the heck was so funny? I cleared my throat.

"Are you friends with him?" I asked him and cautiously watched him.

An unknown emotion gleamed through his eyes. His lips turned into a wicked smirk as he tapped his fingers on his bicep. This man was so muscular it seemed as if he was on steroids. I gulped.

"Sure, you could say that."

He seemed really off, I have never seen him before since Mr Grumpy was my friend I would know who his friends were, and I've never heard of a Zack.

"I don't think you are Zack."

"Damn what gave it away Ana?"

I didn't reply to his mocking tone at first. I felt my stomach turn at the thought of being with an enemy of Mr Grumpy. I mean his enemies were the real deal, the ones who shoot and don't give a little cow about anyone else.

"Please leave me alone." I cried out. Tears were now rolling down my cheek. I know for a fact that I was seemingly always a cry baby. I know pathetic, but really there wasn't anything to it. I was sensitive. Most of the time. "A-Adrian will knock you out."

Zack laughed clutching his belly as if I had told him that green pigs could fly. Maybe I should have. "I should keep you around."

I frantically shook my head in hopes of him never having the opportunity to ever 'keep me around' as he puts it.

He dropped his act and became serious."Well then, let us make a deal. I'm feeling generous today. I can kill you right no-"

"K-Kill?" The sinister word tasted bitter on my tongue, my tongue recoiled back as if I had tasted acid.

"Yes, like I said. I can kill you right now or you come with me." He offered and placed a large hand on my shoulder.

I flinched and he let me go. Amazing. He says it like I have the most amazing choices in the world. Woah. Really? Get killed or go somewhere and then slowly wait to be killed.

"Where to?" One thing I didn't like about myself was that I was the most curious person ever. And let me tell you, that's a really bad thing. The only thing curiosity has done for me was get me in trouble. I mean I have been in a shootout twice, kidnapped thrice and hit by some random dude. This year has been too much.

His nose flared up in annoyance. "You either come with me or I kill you. Simple as that."

I didn't doubt that he could kill me. I really wish I could punch someone, but then I'd hurt their feelings and my fists. So that's a big no-no.

"O-Okay." I caved in and wiped my tear streaked cheeks. Like the idiot I was, I followed him to his car which was parked around the corner.

On the way to wherever we were going, I was quiet. Which was odd. I couldn't even take photos to keep myself calm because my camera wasn't here. My fingers restlessly hung in my lap.

When we came to a halt, I hastily jumped out and peaked at where we were. To my surprise, Zack had brought me to the suit and tie shop where I first met Nox. This was Santana's drug house.

My eyebrows rose up, Zack went around to my side and sent me a ghastly grin.

When I felt his hand latch onto my wrist like a leech I freaked out. Why was no one here on this street? What the heck? Nothing was making sense anymore.

When we stepped inside the store, unsurprisingly, there were no customers, just expensive looking suits in their plastic bags scattered around.

Were they even in business?

He directed me to the back of the store and I tried to muster up something to say. But as usual, I didn't say anything. He pushed the back door forward and I held my breath.

The first thing I felt was that the room was exceptionally cold, the kind of cold that made you want to bathe in hot chocolate. I rubbed my arms frantically hoping to warm up. I failed.

Darkness encompassed me. Like a net, it caught me in its trap. I tried my hardest to seek for light, any indication of the source to brighten up the situation. I hated the dark. So why the hell was this room so dark and cold?

"Hey Anna, open your eyes, I'm not gonna catch you if you fall."

Oh.

I opened my eyes and felt embarrassed and relief. I can't believe I was fussing over the darkness when my eyes were closed. What a dumb bum.

Zack was uncomfortably close to me almost as if he was preying on me. I squeaked and hobbled back.

Please, don't let me die.

Pleasedontletmedie.

I just wanted to go home and cuddle with Alex. What was so wrong with that? Why was I always getting in trouble?

"Zack! Buddy, a new one?" A hairy short man appeared out of nowhere. The huge mole on his nose distracted me from his eyes scanning my body.

Zack sent him a lazy grin and placed his hands on my back. He pushed me forward and I unwillingly accepted it. My body winced in disgust and he tightened the other hand on my wrist. Now I had to hide the bruise from Alex and my family. Great. "Maybe, where's boss?"

"Backroom." Why the heck do they have a backroom in a backroom? What was the point of two backrooms? Damn people make me so confused.

Cigars, drugs and alcohol.

The pungent smell decorated the backroom heavily. My nose scrunched up as if it was refusing the acidic smell. I swallowed down my opinions because I was all alone. No one could help me.

Some men used their credit cards to create white lines then they snorted. I watched them from a distance, each one inhaled deeply after their fix, they seemed relief and addicted. It was a sad sight.

The women on their laps weren't women, they were girls younger than I. Barely dressed, ruined makeup and messy hair they dry humped their men, claiming them for their ruination.

Clouds of smoke hung swollen above me, it's belly bulging forward to mask my sight from whatever was really behind the mist.

Empty bottles on the floor definitely made me feel out of place. I tiptoed around them. I looked around for someone in case they knew me. Was Jasper here? Mr Grumpy? My eyes teared up again. Here I was being a crybaby again.

"W-Where are we going?"

Zack didn't reply. However, the abrupt stinging sensation in my left arm jolted out a scream out of me. I was panicking. There was no help to aid me. I tried to scream again but no one heard me.

My legs gave out on me. I knew that there were glass shards embedded into my knees but I couldn't feel anything. If anything I felt numb. Paralyzed. I couldn't control my body and I didn't know why.

I tried to tighten the chains on my conscious and sight, but the world turned around me so rapidly. I couldn't breathe and when my mouth gaped wide open I felt nothing.

What on earth is happening?

The thought alone pushed me to give up. I did. Darkness whirling around me. I scrutinised the beautiful tenebrosity surround me. With open arms, I embraced it.

* * * *

There was a white light dangling in front of my face. The ceiling above me was cracked and blue. The ugliest blue in the world and that was definitely an insult to blue.

I couldn't move my body, I lost complete and utter control over my limbs. I was disconnected from my physical being. Unanswered thoughts scrambled up in my head. I felt achy everywhere. I was really cold. I tried to shiver or move my fingers. But nothing helped.

"You're awake."

If I had authority over myself I would have frozen but I didn't. I felt the nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I was laying down. That's one thing I knew for sure. I couldn't move my head, fingers, anything. I wished that I could cry so I could at least express how I feel. But I couldn't.

I wished Alex was here. Unfortunately, I didn't have a fairy godmother.

Whatever I was laying on- maybe a chair?- had bent forward so that I was in a sitting position. There was a face staring back at me.

At first sight, I didn't realise who it was. My mind was all over the place. looking for an escape.

The whiteness of his hair contrasted with his blue eyes. Lips coiled up tightly into a smirk that practically screamed bad intentions. I moved my eyes around the small room and found nothing but emptiness.

I rested them back onto his face. Nox stood in front of me with his head cocked to the side, examining me. Why couldn't I move? I was going to die, wasn't I? I have never felt this scared before.

There was a red pain creeping up beneath me and I wanted to mourn it out. I was still achingly cold. Didn't he have a blanket or something?

"Oh, you feel the loss of control over your limbs and the coldness seeping into your body, right?" He asked almost as if I could nod or move my lips.

A vile laugh escaped me and I wanted to cry. "They're drugs. A new one brought from Moscow. They're called Frost Bite. Fitting, right?"

Again, his mocking tone made me want to puke. The arrogance that he portrayed left a bitter taste on my tongue. Then I realised something. I was on drugs. When? How? I wanted to yell, scream even cry at him for god's sakes. How evil was he? The sickness spread through my stomach.

"Oops, I forgot you couldn't talk." He smirked sardonically as he came closer and brought his fingers to my cheeks.

I didn't feel anything at all. But I could see the little drops of blood smeared around his finger after he dug them into my cheek. "The best part of this drug, I mean for you at least, you don't feel or say anything. I could do anything to you and you couldn't feel or do anything."

I internally puked in my mouth. I nearly felt the bile climbing up my throat. Nox disgusted me. "Don't worry. No one will interrupt us. Not even Adrian."

He moved back and glided his bloody finger into his mouth. Ew. What the hell? Was he a vampire? Great, I'm going to be killed by a vampire. Now I knew why he was so pale.

"Now let the fun begin my dear Anna." A huge smile plastered onto Nox's face as he slipped the plastic white gloves on.

•

"Baby, let's pack up our crayons now okay? Papa will come soon." I heard my mommy call out from behind me. Gleefully I packed up my crayons and shoved them into my colouring box.

The meany Angelica was shouting at Tommy again. I dramatically gasped. Rugrats were probably the best show ever. Mommy always lets me watch them.

I sipped my apple juice carton as I watched the show. My back rested against the bottom of the couch. I bobbed my head to the side as I watched the T.V.

"Baby?" Mommy came towards me. I pouted and put my arms up towards here. My juice carton laid on the floor. She giggled and gently picked me up.

When I was snuggled into her chest she smiled and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "I love you, Anastasia!"

I moved my tiny hands up towards her cheeks and lightly pinched them. "I love you too mommy. You're the bestest princess ever."

She shook her head. "Baby, bestest isn't a word, it's just best."

I pouted at her and she kissed my cheek. She then spoke again, "Your birthday is in a week, my love. "

I could feel my eyes light up at the sound of that. "I know mommy! I'm gonna be four." I wiggled up four fingers in her face.

She laughed and then suddenly a loud bang was heard. Mommy's face darkened and she put me on the couch.

"Is that Papa?" I asked and wiggled my feet.

Mommy bit her lip and nodded with a smile. But her smile didn't look like her normal smile.

"Andrea! Where are you?" I heard my papa shout. Why was papa shouting? He only shouted when he was angry and then he becomes a meany.

"H-Here h-honey." My mommy stuttered and my brows raise higher. She rubbed her shoulder and sat next to me.

A moment later, Papa appeared looking tired and when he saw my mother his eyes lit up and when they stopped on mine he's eyes changed. I pouted and then he masked it.