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Letting out a husky laugh, he growled. “I don't need to tell you shit.”

With long hard steps, Blue swept across the floor in a flash, curling his arms around my waist. My instinct to fight kicked in, causing me to swing, lashing out as hard as I could.

“No! Let me go!” Scratching with my nails, I caught the side of his cheek, feeling his skin rip open as my fingers raked down.

But he didn't flinch, he didn't yell, he didn't teeter on his heels. Blue laughed, releasing me for a mere second to wipe the blood off his face, only to reinsert his fist into my hair.

Tearing my head back, he cocked his fist, letting it rest in the air long enough for me to know what was coming next. Clutching my hair tighter, he let his arm go, driving it right into my face.

I felt his knuckles as they connected with my eye, each one seemingly designed to strike me on their own. The sound that came out of his mouth as he hit me made me cower, worried that there were more on the way.

Covering my face with my hands, I tucked my head under my arm, hoping that I'd be able to block any more punches.

But he didn't hit me again, he traded the violence for an eerie silence, relaxing his arm at his side.

“Why are you doing this? What's going on?” Peeking my eyes out cautiously, I braced myself.

Blue laughed, his smile cold and pleased all in the same breath. He enjoyed watching me fear his strength, he was proud of himself for how he made me feel. Staying silent, he turned in one giant swoop, snapping my neck and yanking me along.

Trying to stay on my feet, I wrapped both my hands around his thick wrist and dug my heels into the floor. “No! I'm not going with you!”

Blue was too strong, jerking my head with a single yank, causing me to fall onto my knees. Keeping his head on the door, he moved like he was rolling a suitcase behind him and not a living person.

“Stop! Let me go!” My screams went unheard as my knees buckled beneath me, forcing my body to flop straight as a board. “No! I won't go! Let go of me!” Kicking my legs, I tried to pull his fingers out of my hair, using my nails to pinch and claw at his wrist.

What is he doing? Where the hell is he taking me?

Aubrey was pounding on the wall, her voice shrill as she screamed at the top of her lungs for him to let me go. He ignored her completely, un-phased by her sounds echoing through the hall.

The thud of her fists on the wall soon began to fade as Blue pulled me further and further away from my room.

Reaching the stairs, he stopped and looked down at me over his shoulder. “Are you ready to walk on your own, or are you going to make me drag you down the stairs too?”

“Fuck you,” I said, my breathing heavy and fast paced as my eyes turned to slits.

“Fine, have it your way.” Blue started down the steps, my body dangling behind him.

I felt every step as my body bounced off it. My hips hit the hard edge, the small of back scraped the wood, forcing splinters into my skin.

Except, I didn't scream in pain, I stayed strong. Refusing to give him the satisfaction, forgoing the fucking sick pleasure he would get out of knowing he was hurting me.

You won't break me! I won't let you!

The screams remained in my head, replaced by action. I fought. I fought him just as I had fought every other man that had ever come for me.

Grunting and groaning, I did everything I could, not giving up on getting free. My fingers scratched and sliced at his wrist, my legs flailed, bucking with all the force I could. I had no idea what was going on, I had no clue why he had come to get me.

Yes you do.

He didn't have to tell me. Virgo knew what I had done, and it was time for me to pay for it. He was a man who loved games, and him forcing the anxiety to flow through my veins as I waited for my punishment was his playtime with me.

Reaching the bottom, Blue curled his free hand into my hair, and pulled me to my feet. “Time to walk, Berlin.” Slinking his fingers down my neck, he gripped me around my throat and pushed me forward.

We walked through the house, down a long hall that lead to the basement. I hated going down that hall, I hated the feeling that came over me when I got close to that door. It made my mind go back to that first night in the states when I was brought to Virgo's home.

Blindfolded with my hands tied, my poor nine year old self was petrified. I heard Virgo's voice first, a deep grunt that ricocheted through my skull like an ax splitting wood.

'What's this?' he asked as I felt him stalk around me like a shark circling its prey.