Warning: chapter contains blood, violence, and sensitive topics

You've been warned...

'He...He must be kidding...' You glare. "I'm not doing that." You furiously say. Donovan chuckles. "Oh yes you will doll, you don't have a choice."

"I won't do it." You repeated. "You've killed many people before...So why not him?" He leans down and whispers directly into your ear.

"Is he special to you?"

You looked up at him as he pulled away. His face showed no emotion yet his eyes showed hatred. His grip tightens around your waist.

"Answer me Y/N..."

"I. Won't. Do. It." You say. You place your hands on his shoulders, pulling him away harshly. "I'll be leaving now, don't bother waiting up. I'm going home." You walk away leaving Donovan behind. Donovan stares at you. Anger, was all he felt.

You approached a man who was getting out of his vehicle. "Give me your keys." "No way in he-" He looks at you and immediately froze. "Oh...Of course!" He quickly gave you the keys, not wanting to get shot by you. "Don't worry, I'll give it back tomorrow."

You get in the car and drive away. Donovan walks towards the front of the house, staring at you as you left. "Are you alright boss?" The driver from before asks Donovan. "Get in the car." "Umm boss, why at this tim-"

BANG!

The driver falls limp to the floor. Blood starts pouring out of his wound. Donovan shot the driver in the head, dead. 'Always wasting my time!' He grabs the keys from the dead man's pocket. He smirks. 'I'll  make sure she kills that bastard...'

'I'll see you soon doll...'
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You parked the car not to far from the nightclub. You enter the Devil's Den with no issues. Walking in the place, looking for Luke. Suddenly, you felt a hand grab your wrist, pulling you away into the private rooms.

"What the?!" "Relax, it's just me." Luke said. You smack his head. "What was that for?!" He yelled a bit. "You know what you did." You say as you crossed your arms.

"Anyways, why did you want to talk to me?" You question. "Well a few things actually..." He says. "Well, start talking." He nods.

"I know you won't be happy about this but I thought it would be best for me to tell you myself. A group of human traffickers suddenly appeared here in Scarlet. Most of the targeted victims are children. From what I was told, they're being sold...well I'm sure you know for what." Your expression turns into a worried one.

"We've done our research and found out who's running this disgusting business..." He inhales then exhales.

"Brett Martinez."

Your eyes widen.

"What..?" You quietly say. You began trembling. Memories...Terrible memories that still haunt you to this day began flooding your head. You've never forgotten about the memories that monster gave you.

Flashback

It was a beautiful day. You were outside running around, trying to catch a butterfly that continued flying around you. Your mother and father watching with a smile on their faces. You were the most happiest child. Until they appeared...

A white van appears in front of your house. Your father immediately stood up and grabbed you into his arms. He ran inside the house along with your mother. They lock the door. "Papa what's happening?"

"Don't worry honey, everything will be okay." Your father tries to speak calmly yet you hear the panic and fear in his voice. You cal tell something was wrong.

He holds you tightly in his arms. Both of your parents head to their room. "I want you two to hide and not make a sound." Your dad said.

"What about you?!" You say as tears stream down your face. "Don't worry about me honey, I'll be okay." He smiles at you. A warm smile. You began to cry even harder.

Your father nods at your mother. They share a loving hug and kiss. Your father gives you a hug as well as a kiss on your forehead.

You didn't know that would be the last time you would receive a hug from your father.

Your mother covered your ears as you held your hands over your mouth. You hid your face in your mother's embrace. Your mother was trembling.

Screaming and yelling was all you heard. The closet door slams open to reveal two men you've never seen before.

Both of you are dragged downstairs by the hair. The men didn't let go until they reached downstairs. "Don't hurt them!" Your father yelled. "What a lovely family you have Mr.L/N." "How-" He interrupts your father. "How do I know? It's nothing you need to know."

The man that spoke looks down at you. "What's your name child?" He questioned.

"Honey don't answ-" Your father grunts in pain as one of the men kicked your father. You gasp.

"Everything will be okay. Why don't I begin? Im Brett Martinez." He says. "I...I.." You were too frighten to speak. Brett chuckles. "I'm trying to be patient child. What's your name?"

You didn't reply. Brett glares. "Why is it so difficult to tell me your name!? 'Y/N L/N' why can't you say that?!" He grabs you by your hair and lands a hard punch to your stomach.

You hit the floor once he let go of your hair. You threw up. Your parents screaming and crying. 'How does he know me?...'

"I'm  already tired of this. Get rid of them."

'What did you say?...'

'No....'

BANG!

BANG!

'NO!'

Your parents fall limp on the ground. Blood pours out of their wounds. Giant blood puddles around them. You stare in shock. You mumble the words to your parents. "Mama...Papa...wake up..." The men laugh and chuckle.

They began taunting you, mocking you...laughing at you. You got up, wobbling a bit. You grab the nearest object close to you. A knife. You walk towards the closest man near you. Brett Martinez. "Need a hug? Awww you poor little thing!"

SNAP!

They laugh even more. He leans down and opens his arms to you. You ran towards him. His laugh turns into a blood curdling scream. You plunged the knife deep into his eye.

With all of your strength, you pulled the knife out and slashed him once in the face. It was a deep slash. The other males immediately take action and kicked you again, but this one was harder. "That little fucking brat!" Brett yells. Your vision began to blur.

"Take her to the van and make sure to tie her up tightly." Brett commands. "Yes sir." The men say. You felt your eyes shut completely. Darkness taking over your body.
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"Y/N!"

You snap out of it once Luke called out your name. His hands were on your shoulders, shaking you out of your trance.

"Relax Y/N... They won't hurt you... I won't allow that to happen to you. Not while I'm here." Luke pulls you into a warm embrace. You wrap your arms around him, accepting his hug.

Your arms stopped trembling. You held in your tears. "It's okay to cry." 'It's okay?...' you thought. You hid your face in his chest, letting out all of your emotions.

He comforted you. As minutes passed, you began to calm down but didn'tpull away. Luke loosens his grip and looks down at you.

He places his hand under your chin to look at him. The tears in your eyes blurred your vision. He wipes your tears away. "Luke..." You whisper. He leans down, closing his eyes.

Your eyes widen in shock as you felt his lips on your own. Your mind went blank, you didn't know what to do. Luke pulled away a bit. "Kiss me Y/N..." Luke whispered placing his lips back on yours.

You try pulling him away but his grip around you tightened. A huge blush appeared across your face as Luke slipped in his tongue, making the kiss more heated.

You both failed to notice someone else's presence. Donovan watched the whole thing in anger. His hands were gripped tightly, causing his skin to break and bleed

'Nobody touches my doll...Nobody kisses my doll. Y/N's mine and mine only!'

Donovan grabs his gun and cocks it. Both you and Luke turn. Your eyes widen once you see Donovan in front of both you, holding his gun towards Luke. Donovan's voice sounding dangerous.

"Get the hell away from her..."