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Juliana Thorne

He pulls a big chain towards him from the bedpost and grabs my ankle. Before he can wrap the chain around me, with my other hand, I pull the knife out of my pocket. I swing it at him but he dodges it.

He steps back from me, "Put it down, Juliana." He warns

I tightly hold on to my weapon and scoot away from him. I make it to the other end of the bed and stand up. I hold out the knife in front of me and slowly inch to the door keeping my eyes on him.

He stares at me hard and steps forward to me, "Stop! Stay where you are." I say sternly, pointing my knife.

He stops and stands up straight, crossing his arms. "What you gonna do? Kill me?" He chuckles. "Juliana, my sweet innocent little angel." He taunted

"I will hurt you!" I whispered angrily

His amusement fades away and he walks towards me even when I point the knife at him. "Stop!" I try but he doesn't. It's funny how I'm the one carrying the knife but I want to back away from him.

I make a quick decision to run to the door but he grabbed me before I can. I screamed and thrashed, desperately trying to get away from him. I swung the knife but he grips my wrist painfully.

"Let it go!" He yells and bends my wrist in a painful way.

I let go of the weapon and he grabs my throat, bringing me closer to his face. I squeeze his wrist in an attempt to make him let me go. But it makes him angrier, "What did I tell you about touching me when I grab you?" he whispers

I immediately but reluctantly let him go and put my arms to the side. He drags me to the bed and forces me to lay down. "I was going to be nice to you tonight but you decided to misbehave, what a bad choice you made sweetheart," he says.

He grabs my wrists and I cry out in pain as he grips them tightly and pin them above me. He grabs the chains and locks them to my wrists and to the bed.

Suddenly we hear a cry from the other room."It's Milana, I have t-to go." I beg and pull on my restrictions.

He sighs but doesn't make a move to free my wrists, instead, he walks towards the door. "No-don't!" I cry, worried about the twins. "No! Don't touch them!" I scream.

I pull on my wrists and kick my legs in anger. I scream and cry in defeat. I heard her cry and my heart sunk as I thought of what he might be doing. Is he capable of hurting our babies?

An hour later, I laid in silence as I stared up to the white ceiling. The moon was gone and the sun was rising. I didn't hear anything for an hour, while I'm guessing.

My eyes fluttered close on their own and sleep overwhelmed my thoughts and body.

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I wake up at the sound of squeals, the sound was distant but loud enough. I jolt awake, "Milana, Rome?!" I yell

My eyes frantically look around the room and I realize I wasn't home. How could I forget? Jaxon stole us away from our home and took innocent lives.

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