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He turns then and starts to leave, so I leap into his path. "Why? Why are you doing this?" I whisper, tears finally filling my eyes. "I'm a person, a person! Not an object, please just let me go."

He sighs, scrubbing at his face. "No. Get some sleep."

Then he leaves, the click of the door signalling it's locked again. I wipe my tears away, angry with myself for letting him see that weakness. All of a sudden, everything closes in on me. I'm theirs, they are never letting me go.

I know that, I can feel it. I know too much, have seen too much…this is my life now. The question is, how long will I survive? Between the crazy bastard and the mean one…I'm betting not long.

My father gave me a death sentence at the hands of these Cobras, and I'm betting he doesn't even care. All my life, he's been taking it out on me. I always thought he would kill me. Turns out I was right, but not in the way I thought.

I don't sleep, not really. I lie on the floor, watching the city come to life as the sun rises. All the while, thinking of a plan. I refuse to lie here and let these bastards do whatever they want to me and possibly kill me.

I have a life.

They picked the wrong fucking girl. I've been fighting longer than I've been walking. They want an easy slave? Tough fucking luck, 'cause I'm going to make them regret the day they took me. I need to gain their trust, make them think they're breaking my spirit. Then I'll escape.

If they try to kill me, I'll kill them. It's that simple.

This isn't a normal day anymore, this is a dog-eat-dog world…or more accurately, a Cobra world. And right now, I'm the prey…

It should horrify me that I'm even contemplating killing them, but I've seen shit most people would never even be able to dream of, and if I have to kill four, corrupt mafia assholes to get my freedom, I will.

I'll never stop fighting them.

I'll be free again, and then my dad is going to pay for this.

Feeling calmer with a plan in place, I get to my feet as I hear booted feet heading my way. Jake opens the door and peeks in, smiling at me. He always seems to do that, but it can't mask the calculation in his eyes, or the way he watches me and everyone. Waiting, observing.

His hair is shaved at the sides and slicked back today as he steps into the room. He's got on a white shirt, with two buttons undone at the top to show his chiselled chest and glimpses of chest hair. It's tucked into black trousers and shoes shinier than my life.

He's so put together, so perfect, and screams money and power. It flows from him. He's used to being the center of attention, the most powerful man in the room. What they don't realise? When you hit bottom, you only have one way to go, and that's up.

They took everything, including me.

I have nothing left to lose.

They have everything.

"You must be hungry. Come on, we're having breakfast and thought you might like to join us," he offers, his hands tucking into his pockets as he tries to make himself seem friendly. It might work on others, but not on me. I see behind that mask to the monster hiding beneath.

"Will I be chained like a dog?" I snarl, and he smirks.

"Do you want to be? It can be arranged, I'm sure," he retorts smugly, and I narrow my eyes. "Come, eat."

"And if I say no?"

He loses his smirk, his face going cold. "You better realise now that you have no power here, love. It will make it easier for you. If I wanted you chained like a dog, you would be. I'm being polite, so do not throw it in my face, or we might not be so polite in the future."

Then, he goes back to grinning. "Come." He nods his head and leaves the room.