The streets quiet and abandoned, your feet bleeding from running on the rough ground.
You could barely breath, your lungs tired from running and crying.
You finally found someone along the way and grabbed the man.

"Please! You have to help me, please!" You cried out as he looked at you with concern and fear.

"Are you okay?" He asked taking in your form, you were in a ripped white dress covered in blood and your body covered in bruises.

"Please, call the police. I can't...please." You cried as he nodded and pulled out his phone.
He was about to dial when a bullet went straight through his head making you scream and fall back.
You continued to scream, closing your eyes before a hand went over your mouth.
You felt a sharp pain in your neck and yelped a little before your eyes felt heavy.

"Tranquilla, bebita." A voice whispered in your ear as you slowly fell unconscious.

—

You couldn't feel anything in your body, the only thing you could feel was a hand going through your hair.
You made a small noise of discomforting making the man aware of your consciousness.

"Oh, love. Love, my sweet girl. You're awake, it's okay, baby." You heard Steven's voice as you shook your head.

"No, no, go away." You cried out as you felt him kiss your forehead.

"Shh, baby. The medicine Jake gave you in just wearing off, you're okay, sweetheart." Steven said making sure to smother you with kisses and his love.
Your memories of the mans brains being shot out returned to you as you began to cry.

"Y-You shot him." You cried out as Steven shook his head, he hated the sight of your tears.

"No, sweet girl. Jake had to, love. He was going to take you away, he can't take you away, baby. A-And you ran away, baby. Why, why did you run? I thought you loved us." Steven said, tears coming into his own eyes as you looked up at him.

"I'm scared." You cried softly as he kissed your forehead again.

"Don't be scared, love. How many times have we told you, you don't need to be afraid, baby. You just need to obey us, you have to." He whispered as his hand gently reached up to your neck gently applying pressure as you shook your head.

"You have to love us, you have to." He whispered as tears ran down his face while his grip became tighter.
You gripped at his wrist and gasped for air as he cried.
Suddenly he let go and you gasped.

"You see, baby girl? This is what you do to Steven when you run away. He's upset because of you." Marc said as you still kept your eyes closed.

"Look at me, or Steven will come back out and I won't stop him, baby." He said as you opened your eyes and looked at him.

"I don't want to be here." You whispered as he brushed your hair away from your face.

"Darling, your little mind just can't comprehend all of this. And I'm so sorry you had to see that bad man get hurt in front of you. I need you to realise that we're doing all of this because of how much we love you. We love you so much." Marc said as you rolled over and faced away from him.

"You just need some time to rest sweetheart. But, just to make sure you aren't naughty again." He muttered before going quiet for a bit.
You felt him brush your hair away from your neck and then the sharp pain returned as you yelped again.

"No." You whispered as he shushed you.

"Go to sleep, darling."