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Y/N's POV,

I jumped a little in fear, my eyes closing, tears running down my cheeks. "Damien... I beg you- let my.. let my mom and dad go." I whispered under my breath.

"Well, baby." I could hear him chuckle under his breath. "There's only one solution to your problem, really." I could hear shuffling, and the sound of a quick snatch. "Stop running and come back to me." He whispers against the phone.

"Over my- dead-" I started to say, but he cut me off. "Oh, not your dead body, baby. But perhaps someone close to you." He chuckles.

"You wouldn't." I said through gritted teeth. "Oh I would." He laughs. I took a minute to sob quietly, my hands hardening in fear.

"Angel." He suddenly drawls in a dark voice. I waited for what he had to say. "Did Calvin hurt you?" He says in the soft tone I remember so well. It was the voice he used when we were both in love, before I knew that he was evil and a mafia boss.

"Yes, he- he did.." I could hear myself answer against my will. The other line was silent, and I could only hear my parents whimpering in the background.

"Damie-" I suddenly hear loud gunshots from the other end of the phone, and my mother crying. "Mom! Damien! Damien I swear to God- Dad! Daddy!" I cried loudly, standing up from the couch.

"Tell me, baby, before I place a bullet on your father's leg, did he touch you?" He suddenly breathed out. "Did he hurt you that way?"

"What- W-What do you mean? D-Damien don't hurt my-"

"Answer the fucking question, Y/N. You know what the fuck I mean!" He growls.

"What.." I paused in fear, thinking about what he could mean.

"Did you mean did he- did he have sex with m-me?" I stuttered slightly.

"Yes." He muttered.

"No- he- he didn't- He just... kissed like you did." I said in a low voice.

"He fucking did what?" He said in an extremely dangerous voice.

"I'm gonna kill him." The last thing I heard was a loud cracking sound and the call ended abruptly.

"Wait- Damien- what- Mom? Dad?" I pleaded desperately in my mind. I wanted to talk to my parents, I needed more inspiration to continue fighting.

"N-No..." I sobbed silently. Now is not the time for me to cry. I have to find a way to leave Florida and go back to find my parents.

"Oh hi, Y/N!" I heard a voice interrupt my cries. "Hey, are you okay?" I saw the Ji-eun come out of the bedroom, but her husband didn't come with her. She was wearing new clothes, and her hair was a little disheveled.

"Oh my God, Mrs. Ji-eun! Your- your neck has red marks! What happened?" I asked worriedly, the back of my mind saying something else.

"Nothing. Just the curler." She brushed my question off immediately. I didn't pry because I'd rather not hear about anything else.

"So uhm... Can you- can you take me to the airport.. Mrs. Ji-eun? I have to go back to Bailey, my mom and dad is waiting for me." I asked her politely, hoping for her consideration.

"No." I heard a prompt voice say from behind her.

"Calvin is all around Florida, Y/N. He's looking for you, little girl. If you leave our summer house, he'll catch you in no time." Mr. Jong-suk says, sitting next to the couch I was on.

"You're safe here." He suddenly tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear and I flinched, his wife was right in front of us.

"Yeo-Yeobo? What are you doing?" Mrs. Ji-eun suddenly asks, trying to pry his hands away from me. "Y-You're scaring her."

But I realized from the tone of her voice that she was a lot more scared than I am.

"Now I know why the ones on top are obsessed with you." He chuckles.

Then, it hits me hard.

"M-Mr.. Jong-suk.." My eyes trailed down to his hand, which he reached behind him. "I... I never mentioned- the people who.. wanted to kidnap me." I could hear my voice shaking terribly.

"I know, eolin seonyeo (little girl)." He chuckles and I felt his hands grip onto mine and his wife injecting something to my neck.

"No..." I heaved heavily before my eyes closed.

•~•

"Look at her, Yeobo. She's gorgeous." The man says to his wife, who was standing away from the bed Y/N was lying on, whilst her husband was sitting next to the young lady, still staring at her in awe.

"Jong-suk.. step away from that bitch right now!" She screams.

"Why don't we just keep her? She'll be our little angel. You've always wanted diverse things, right?" He smirks sadistically.

"What the fuck? Are you out of your mind? Don't tell me you're falling for this bitch too!" She yelled loudly.

"I'll keep her from them. I can protect her." He says, ignoring his wife.

Ji-eun took his cellphone from the cabinet stand and suddenly dialed Damien Huxley's number.

"If you won't tell that bitch's owner that she's here and fucking taking her back to him, I will do it myself. And I'll tell him that you like his little doll, so the two of us can get killed!" She screams ferociously, tears rolling down her eyes.

"F-Fuck, okay. Calm down." He shouted back angrily.

"What is it, Jong-suk?" A voice could be heard from the other side of the line.

"Mr. Huxley, my husband has something to say to you." Ji-eun says in immaculate english.

Jong-suk curses and stood up, grabbing the cellphone from his wife.

"B-Boss.. Your woman, she's here."