She was gone. They'd taken her away from me. I made a promise to myself that if they dared to hurt her, they'd be dead the next morning.
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"Is it boring in there?" Miles turned to see Cassidy looking through the bars from the other side. "Cassie! What are you doing here, you're gonna get yourself killed!" Cassidy grinned. "Not this time, Fish-Boy... now get back from the door while I bust it open."
"Please, let me die on my own terms." Arnold whispered. Harley hesitated, but reluctantly lowered her pistol. "If anything happens... If I turn before the sun comes up. I want you to put that bullet in my head." Arnold said. Harkey nodded and turned to leave. Just as she reached the door Harley whirled around and shot Arnold. "Sorry, Arnold, can't take any chances."
The door creaks open. Kari saunters in, a smirk on her face. "Where is she?" Luka demands, advancing a step toward her. She leans back against the wall, crossing her ankles. "I think you already know, Luka." She inspected her fingernails. "She screamed for you at the end. She called your name. But you never came." Luka launched himself at her, pinning her against the wall, an arm across her neck. "You're lying. You're lying!" (A M E T H Y S T)
(Open rp. Someone be him?) A large man stood behind me, holding my hands together behind my back. He pushed me forward, leading me to my cage. I was flanked by two other men, making sure I couldn't escape. We approached the cellar door and one man stepped forward to unlock and open it. I was thrown inside and fell onto the cold, hard ground, scraping my knees. I quickly jumped up and ran back to the door, but it had already been closed and locked up.