Third Person POV ✧

Daisy's stomach ached from the lack of food and water she's been given.

She hasn't seen or heard from anyone since Michael left, despite knowing what time it was and what day it was thanks to the small window above her.

Daisy was keenly aware of everything, particularly the days and dates.

As a result, she knew it was May 18th, the day before her and Tyson's parents died.

Throughout it all, she felt bad for Tyson because she knew how worried he'd be for her, especially with the death anniversary approaching tomorrow.

Daisy moved around the corner she'd been trapped in, bored out of her mind, desperately wishing Angel or Tyson would come across her soon.

She missed Angel, so much.

She'd been here for two nights and all she could think about was him.

She missed his little smiles and the glint in his eyes when he looked at her.

Daisy craved to see the small dimples on his cheeks that were concealed beneath his cold exterior, the small gestures he made for her, and the general love he offered her.

She knew she loved him, that she loved him wholeheartedly, and that no one could ever take him from her.

She would do anything for him, even if it meant doing the unspeakable.

Daisy reflected on all of their precious times together, including the way he listened to her ramble or just listen to her read. The gentleness of his touch, as well as his little kisses.

He was the only thing that kept her sane and kept her from giving up hope right now.

As she heard muffled sounds from behind the door near the staircase, her thoughts were cut off.

Her heart began to accelerate as she imagined it was Michael's return.

Daisy's eyes widened at the sound of the door opening, and as the figure began heading down the stairs, she felt clearly uneasy, knowing what had happened the last time.

She had only hoped it wasn't Michael; she didn't believe she'd be able to take any more hits, especially since her body was already aching from the previous ones, not to mention her hunger and thirst.

The figure approached her, and she could tell it was a man, despite the fact that the male figure appeared to be somewhat familiar.

Daisy's heart skipped a beat when he stepped into the light.

"Francis." She whimpered out.

As he gazed down at her, he frowned, his heart falling as he saw his friend.

"I'm so sorry, Daisy." Kneeling down to her level, he says.

Daisy was taken aback and looked at him with disbelief.

What was he doing here?

Did he come to save me?

Her mind was racing with questions, as he stared at her with shame.

He sat down next to her and offered her the plain bread roll and the water bottle he had brought for her.

When she looked down, she was grateful for the food and water.

Francis reached down and untangled the knot around her wrists by taking her tied hands in his.

"F-Francis, what ar-

He placed his finger to her lips silently urging her to stay quiet, as he untied her hands and then her feet.

She looked at him in astonishment, but with appreciation as well.

He then gave her the bread and drink.

Daisy scrambled her bruised hands towards the water, drowning it down her throat, as Francis sat there watching.

She grabbed the bread from his hands and shoved it into her mouth, sighing softly as the cold bread melted into her mouth.

Francis felt sorry for her; she had done nothing wrong and was as innocent and pure as a flower.

"I'm so sorry, Daisy."He looked into her eyes and whispered again.

She munched on her bread while staring at him.

"Francis, what are you doing here?" She asked quietly.

She didn't want to believe her friend was involved in this, and she certainly didn't want to hear that he was a part of the whole plan.

He sighed and leant against the dirty wall next to him.

"My sister, she's the one who had you brought here."

Daisy peers at him in bewilderment.

The leader is his sister? She thought to herself.

"So you were merely posing as my friend to gather information for your sister?" She asks him with a frown.

He instantly shook his head.

"Daisy, of course not. I had no idea any of this was going on until that Michael guy said something."

"I confronted my sister as soon as I heard she had taken you; I swear I was unaware of the threats or the entire plan. I try not to get involved in all of her bullshít, but there are times when I don't have a choice." He informs her, telling her the truth.

"Could you please let me go?" She looks up at him, her eyes pleading for her friend to save her from this situation.

He returned her stare, wishing he had the courage to let her go, but he didn't.

"I can't, Daisy."  He murmurs, shamefully staring down at his hands.

Daisy's hope had evaporated, and she would have to suffer for however long she would be here.

Suddenly, a loud voice yelled for Francis from the staircase doorway.

Francis replied that he would be there in a minute and returned his gaze to the broken girl in front of him.

"Allow no one to see your untied hands and feet. If you hear someone coming, just keep them behind your back." He informs Daisy.

She sips from her nearly empty water bottle and gives a quick nod.

Francis rose to his feet, his gaze falling on the girl, as if unable to leave her alone.

"Please, Francis, don't leave me." She panicked as she looked up at him.

"I'll be back, I promise." He says, before giving her a small smile and walking up the stairs.

Daisy sat there watching him walk away, her heart gradually sinking as he did so.

A feeling of sadness swept over her body; she despised being alone, she had always been frightened of being alone with no one by her side.

That was why she was so grateful for Tyson; he never left her side when their parents died, and he was always there for her, so she never felt alone. He wouldn't leave her alone, even as a child, if he wanted to go play football with his friends he wouldn't leave her alone and would simply stay with his cousin.

The only sound in the room was the howling wind from the outside.

Daisy gazed around the room, hoping to find something that would help her to escape.

She noticed the table in the darkroom's corner at that same moment.

She slowly rose from her seat, her legs buckled beneath her, forcing her sore hands to clutch the wall beside her for support.

She attempted to balance herself, but her legs, or more accurately, her entire body, were stiff due to the lack of movement.

She walked carefully over to the desk after regaining her composure, her eyes nervously scanning the door near the staircase, silently praying that she wouldn't be caught.

She'd made it to the desk, and her eyes scanned the surface for anything, but nothing was there.

She sighed exasperatedly, and just as she was about to turn back, she noticed the small draw attached to the desk.

Her hope had rekindled, and she dashed over to the desk drawer and yanked it open.

The draw was empty, but luckily she caught something with her eyes at the far back of the desk.

Her gaze was drawn to the little bobby pins in the desk drawer.

Who keeps bobby pins down here?

Daisy scrunched up her face at the weird thought.

She snatched up the little pin and smiled widely at her exit ticket.

She slid the drawer shut and walked silently towards the stairs. Her gentle footsteps led her to the staircase, where she cautiously stepped up each step, careful not to step on a creak or trip over herself.

Daisy made it to the top, wrapping her hands around the door handle to make sure it wasn't locked, which it was.

Daisy took the bobby pin and began inserting it into the keyhole; she had seen too many movies to list, some of which had characters picking locks, so they came in useful in her current situation.

Daisy fiddled with the bobby pin until she heard a click and realised it was unlocked.

Daisy held back her squeals of joy after successfully unlocking the door.

The door handle had twisted on its own just as her palm had made contact with it, and the door had opened wide.

Daisy froze in place, her triumphant smile dissipating as her gaze was drawn to a pair of black heels in front of her.

Her attention moved up from the shoes to a pair of black leather pants, then to a short black crop top with a black leather jacket layered over it.

Her long red hair cascaded down her shoulders, her pure white complexion was blemish-free with a facade of makeup placed on her face.

Daisy's eyes had finally settled on a pair of grass-green eyes.

The beautiful girl in front of her had a sinister gleam in her eyes.

"You must be, Daisy." The girl speaks, smiling down at Daisy.

"My name is Delilah Cole, I'm the Slavics leader."