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 She  was  choking  on  her  own  blood.      It  was  only  10  or  so  hours  after  she  was  cornered  and  taken  against  her  will,    but  so  much  had  happened.      Alice  was  knocked  out  unconscious  and  transported  to  another  warehouse  a  few  hours  away.      When  she  came  to,    she  was  tied  up  and  the  men  she  had  been  spying  on  were  arguing  loudly  about  what  they  should  do  with  her.      Her  first  plan  had  backfired  and  she  hadn’t  been  able  to  escape  like  she  was  hoping  to.      Her  second  was  to  comply  and  lull  them  into  a  false  sense  of  security.

 That  plan  also  failed.

 Her  final  attempt  to  escape  was  made  when  she  overheard  them  talking  about  tarps.    That  was  enough  to  snap  her  back  to  reality.    SHE  WAS  GOING  TO  DIE  THERE  IF  SHE  DIDN’T  DO  ANYTHING.      So  Alice  fought  and  fought,    kicking  and  screaming  and  biting  until  they  finally  decided  to  retaliate.    She  was  unconscious  again  just  as  the  sirens  pierced  through  the  deafening  tone  ringing  in  her  ears  from  the  impact.

           “ Your arm looks so much BETTER! ” Is that genuine joy on her face? Yep, there it is: a warm rainbow of light shining off her sea-green eyes. “ I was so worried it’d be like that forever... how’s it feelin’ now? Man, it healed BEAUTIFULLY. I’m so glad you’re okay. ”   

       his  chest  ached  with  each  word,  each  a  painful  resonator  that  scratched  at  the  insides  of  his  body  as  his  his  jaw  tightened,  unable  to  speak.   ‘ you’ve  hurt  her,  you’ve  hurt  her,  you’ve  hurt  her. ‘  no,  no,  despite  his  brief  life  aged  in  indifference  &  selfishness  he  had  never  been  so  sure  how  much  he  LOVED  her.    how  far  he  would  go  to  keep  her  from  fates  only  the  gods  could  preside  over &  how  much  he  trusted  in  her  being.    she  did  not  seem  to  feel  the  same  for  him.  .  .     did  she  not  trust  in  him ?  and  how  long  had  she  felt  this  way ?  these  thoughts  muddled  already  troubled  mind  as  he  pushed  forward,  jaw  still  tight  &  expression  hardened  the  metal  of  the  cuffs  cold  at  his  touch.    like  a  watch  metal  adjusted &  ticked  until  a  cold  click  sounded,  cuff locked  onto  her  wrist  as the  other  end  quickly  secured  onto  rusted  railing  of  a  fire  -  escape.    she  was  capable,  fuck,  more  than  capable  than  most  &  given  how  much  they  had  both  fought  through      doubting  in  her  was  one  of  the  last  thoughts  in  his  mind.    but  he  doubted  in  himself,  unable  to  help  her  here  if  she  needed  it,  doubted  in  the  sympathy  of  the  men  inside  ( killers,  that  was  all  they  were ),  everyone  but  her,  but  this  was  still  more  than  just  a  matter  of  capability.   “ hate  me.     .   .    hate  me  for  this  but  i  won’t  let  them  hurt  you. ” 

                  The  sound  of  metal  clicking  should  have  gone  unnoticed;    it  was  such  a  subtle  noise  ––––  just  offering  the  slightest  disruption  in  the  silence  that  had  fallen  between  them.       And  she  WOULDN’T  have  noticed  it  had  she  not  felt  the  frigid  sliver  of  metal  around  her  wrist.      It  forced  her  to  turn,     as  if  questioning  her  own  assumptions  as  to  what  that  thin  cuff  actually  was,    and  the  confirmation  was  like  a  slap  to  the  face.       Hazel  eyes  looked  to  Sam  in  a  mixture  of  shock,     confusion,    and  disbelief.      It  took  a  second  for  everything  to  CLICK.

                  He  had  handcuffed  her  to  the  fire  escape..      He  had  handcuffed  her  to  the  fire  escape..     HE  HAD  HANDCUFFED  HER  TO  THE  FIRE  ESCAPE.