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on board, as well as loud yelling. Every inch of my skin tingles, and my heart is thumping so hard it is making me feel a little ill. This is it, possibly the only chance we’ll ever get to escape.  
    “HELP!” We both yell at the same time, so loudly I have no doubt they heard. We keep going.  
    I hear the cell door swing open, and Hendrix comes storming down. Okay, he is the last person I expected to see. His eyes are wild, and he charges in until he hits the bars. He grips them and glares at me. “Shut up,” he barks.  
    “Like hell,” I croak. “HELP!”  
    He pulls his gun from his jeans, and he points it at me. “Shut it, or I kill you.”  
    “Do you think I care?” I scream. “Go ahead and kill me, it’s got to be better than what you have planned.”  
    Something flashes across his expression for a moment, before he turns his gun to Eric. My body freezes.  
    “But you do care if I kill him.”  
    “Don’t,” I rasp.  
    He turns his dark gaze to me. “Shut your mouth . O ne more word, and I fucking blow him to pieces in front of you.”  
    “Just let us go,” I cry.  
    “Didn’t you hear me?” he bellows. “I said, shut up!”  
    I get up to my feet, and everything inside me shakes. I walk over, gripping the bars and glaring through them. “Kill us then, you’ll be doing us both a favor. HELP!”  
    He snarls, rips a key out of his pocket and unlocks the bar. As soon as he pulls the door open, I charge. His arm lashes out and hits me in the chest, sending me flying backwards. I land on my backside, but my body is full of far more determination than anything else he could throw at me. I lunge to my hands and knees, and I crawl forward, hitting his legs so hard he goes stumbling backwards.  
    “Fuck!” he curses.  
    I crawl past him, and hit the bottom of the stairs before he grips my ankle, pulling me backwards. I scream out loudly, and I feel him drop to his knees as he wraps his arms around my chest, pulling me backwards. One, large arm holds me to him while the other presses against my mouth so hard I feel my teeth bite into my lip. I squirm and kick, giving every ounce of fight I have inside. He slams my head back into his shoulder, and his hand tightens over my mouth.  
    “Stop,” he orders.  
    I shove my head forward, and slam it back so hard he makes a loud oomphing sound. He snarls, and lets go of my mouth, pulling his gun from the floor and pressing it against my temple. “Don’t make me kill you, because I don’t fucking want to.”  
    He doesn’t want to?  
    He doesn’t…want to?  
    I begin to shake so violently, I lose all my fight. My body slumps, and his arm flexes as he holds me up. He’s panting, and my entire body moves with each angry breath he takes. He slowly lowers the gun from my head before pulling me back and getting to his feet, lifting me with him. He doesn’t let me go, he simply takes me into the cell and lowers me down onto the floor. Then, finally, he lets go.  
    “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” he says. “I don’t want to kill you or your friend, so just stay quiet.”  
    I nod, and drop my head. He watches me a moment longer, before turning and storming out. I crumple backwards, and a loud, wracking sob escapes me. There’s no way out. We can’t escape. Eric crawls to the bars, and he gently whispers, “Indi, it’s going to be okay.”  
    “It’s not okay,” I wail, clenching my fists, and shaking my head from side to side. “Eric, he’s going to sell me. What am I going to do?”  
    I lift my head to see Eric’s face fall. “We’re going to get out of this, I swear it Indi.”  
    “There is no way out,” I scream.  
     “I won’t let anyone hurt you,” he murmurs, reaching out and taking my hand. “I swear.”  
    What he doesn’t understand, in his goddamned black and white world…is that there’s nothing he can do to stop this one.  

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    They leave us in that cell for