Suddenly a gunshot boomed through the hallway and maniacal laughter was heard. It was Oliver laughing, "shoulda stayed in your fucking rooms idiots!" He yelled out.

They both looked at the door then at me. Marti got up from the bed, "Marie?" Marti asked as he backed up from me.

I was already tearing up, "I'm sorry-" I started as there was a knock at the door.

"Open up, police," Oliver sang and laughed. "Oh who am I kidding, you know it's me Marti," he chuckled and shot the bottom of the door. Causing me to scream and cover my ears as I hid under the desk.

I should've told Trevor no. I should've just left when I had the chance to leave. I didn't think I'd ever have to do something like this.

Oliver is terrifying me right now with his actions. I've never seen him act like this before. I've only ever seen him drag people down to the basement and seen him with wounds but he's always his normal self when he's around me.

I covered my mouth as I weeped out and hid further in the corner. I looked at Marti who was staring at the door in fear and anger.

I'm so sorry Marti. I'm so sorry. I know you'll never be able to forgive me for this. I wouldn't blame you if you hated me forever after this.

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Trevor POV

I finished placing the bombs into the corners of the hallway against the doors, I moved some of the bodies over them to cover them as I walked over to Oliver who was beating on the door. I put my cigarette out on the wall as I got to Oliver.

Marti... oh sweet Marti, don't you know you can never escape me? No matter where you run I will always find you.

I can't wait to punish you when we get home.

"It's done," I said to him as he was kicking it. He busted a hole through the door finally and continued kicking until the hole was big enough to crawl through.

"Lets make this quick, they're set for 15 minutes," I said to Oliver.

I can't wait to slice into his skin and remark him as my property. He's going to look so beautiful under my knife.

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Marti POV

"Jackson go hide," I said to him as I walked over and I unlocked one of the locks.

If I don't open the door now, Oliver will just bust through it and start shooting at anything that moves. If Trevor is up here with him... I don't even want to think about what would happen to Jackson if Trevor got his hands on him.

"Marti wait!" Jackson said frantically and pulled me back from the door, "go hide in the bathroom," he said as he gripped my arms.

"I can't," I said softly. "Trevor will torture you to death if he finds you, you have to hide," I said while feeling a tear go down my cheek.

Jackson looked at Marie who was hiding under the desk, covering her ears and sobbing profusely. "It's because of her," Jackson said as he glared at her.

I grabbed his arm as he started walking over to her, "you can't blame her, knowing Trevor he forced her to do this," I explained. "You hide, and I'll handle this," I said as I kissed him softly. He hugged me tightly and I hugged him back as I rubbed his back.

"You've changed so much Marti," he whispered to me.

"I know I have," I whispered back.

Oliver started kicking in the door and got his foot through. "I can't lose you again," Jackson whispered to me.

You won't. You won't ever lose me again.

"I will find you again, I promise," I whispered to him and we kissed again, I looked at the door and saw it was breaking more, "now go hide," I whispered to him.

He nodded his head and walked into the bathroom sulking and locked the door behind him, turning off the light. I sat on the bed and crossed my arms while watching Oliver kick the door more, making a hole a big enough to crawl through.

Oliver stuck his masked face through the hole in the door, "it's Oliver!" He yelled with a slight chuckle.

He reminded me of that scene from the shining. It made my skin crawl but it was a little bit humorous because it was Oliver doing it and I know he's only do that to be funny.

Even in an intense serious situation like this, he still makes a joke.

I got up from the bed slowly and walked over to the door and unlocked the door. Trevor shoved in before Oliver did and grabbed me by my neck and yanked me to his face, almost hitting my head with his helmet, "where is Jackson?" Trevor asked as he looked into my eyes. I could see his eyes were bloodshot red through his visor.

He's been doing cocaine again. I can tell by the look in his eyes as he looked intensely into mine. I have to stall at least. He can't find Jackson no matter what.

I gulped, "he isn't here, he left before you came up," I said and looked away from him at the bed.

Trevor started chuckling and pulled my face back to face him, "you're lucky we have to leave right now or I'd tear this room apart looking for him," he snarled at me. He picked up my helmet and pressed it against my chest, "put it on," he ordered as he lowered his visor, covering his blood shot eyes. I put it on quickly and zipped up my suit. He dragged me with him out of the room, "Oliver, get Marie," Trevor said as we were walking towards the elevator.

There's dead bodies... Everywhere in this hallway. I can't imagine how many more there are downstairs.

My eyes widened at all the dead bodies we were passing by, some with bullet wounds, others with stab wounds. "T-Trevor," I said nervously as the smell of blood tickled my nose. I notice him look at his watch as he was dragging me.

He's going to get caught. He doesn't even care about being caught anymore at this point. He's usually more careful then this, it looks like Oliver and him went on a careless killing spree.

He shoved me into the elevator and let the doors close after Marie and Oliver got in with their masks on. "This is all for you my dearest," Trevor said in a malicious tone as he slammed me against the wall. I let out a grunt and looked back up at him. I looked over and saw Marie hiding her face in Oliver's chest as he was rubbing her back.

We got to the lobby and there were three police officers walking around looking at the dead bodies everywhere. Blood was all over the floor, couches, and receptionist desk. Bodies laid spread out all over as we were walking by. Trevor looked at the police and shot them all quickly as we continued walking through the lobby.

He just killed three cops. The entire city is going to hunt us down now. That's for sure, not even a maybe.

He dumped the empty magazine and shoved a new one in. It caused me to flinch in fear, he looked at his watch again. Trevor gripped my arm, causing me to whimper in pain as he yanked me along with him.

He spoke into his Bluetooth, "how many cops outside Richard?" He asked. "Got it, two cops outside," he said to himself and we continued walking out.

Trevor kicked the glass front door, causing it to shatter to the ground in pieces. He wrapped an arm around my neck and pulled me close to him as he walked out, stepping over the glass, dragging me along with him. My eyes widened as I saw the two cops point their guns at us.

We're fucked...

"Back up and put your guns down, or I shoot the hostage," Trevor yelled as he pushed his gun against my helmet.

I don't doubt that Trevor would shoot me, but at the same time I feel like he won't. He went through all this to get me back. I know it's only an act for police.

They backed up slightly but kept their guns drawn. Trevor cocked the gun and the cops sighed as they reluctantly lowered their guns.

As they did, shots were fired at them from the side and my head snapped to where the shots came from to see Richard in his mustang with his AR15 pointed at them. He pulled his gun back as sirens were heard.

"Lets go," Trevor said as he started dragging me with him to his bike. He sat on it and I sat on the back, he checked his watch again as I wrapped my arms around him and we rode off. Everyone followed and we drove back to our neighborhood. Police cars were whizzing by, along with ambulances and a few fire trucks.

I'm surprised they didn't notice us, but Trevor also got rid of all police that were on scene. So there's no way to tell who was there by vehicle. And knowing them, they were all wearing masks when they went in.

"I hope your friend gets out of the hotel quick, or he's gonna burn," Trevor chuckled as we pulled up to his house.

"What do you mean?" I asked I watched as Richard pulled his mustang into his garage and closed the door quickly. Same with Oliver and Marie. Trevor pulled the bike into our garage and closed the door behind him.

"Oh nothing," he said and looked at his watch.

Why is he looking at his watch so much?

He looked down at me as he got off his bike, "you know you have to be punished right?" He asked as he pulled off my helmet.

"Y-Yes sir," I said with my head down.

He raised my head and leaned down to my face. "You're finally back my prince," he whispered to me as he kissed me softly.

I hope Jackson is able to get out, I can't imagine what kind of situation there's going to be with dead bodies all over the hotel.

I stood up shakily and got of the bike, Trevor grabbed my shoulders, and looked at his watch and smiled at me, "boom," he whispered to me.

A loud boom was heard in the distance and "Huh?!" I said worried and got out of Trevor's grasp and ran upstairs to our balcony. Trevor was following behind me, laughing like a mad man as I saw a large fire in the distance, along with thick smoke. I winced as I saw some of the building begin to fall, causing more loud bangs in the distance.

He made the hotel explode. That fire is directly where the hotel was. I'm sure of it. I wish I could convince myself otherwise but I can't.

"Y-you put explosives in the hotel..." I whispered as Trevor ran his fingers down my back.

"I told you before Marti," he started as I looked back at him in horror. He smirked as he stepped towards me, "you can't escape from me," he said in a low voice.

He stepped towards me again and I backed up into the railing from him, "no," I cried out as I looked up at him.

He gripped my neck, pulling me towards his face and kissed me roughly. He smirked down at me.

"You belong to me."