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Becca.
    “Get to work!” Jazz gave me a push at the small of my back and I stumbled forward, tripping and falling into the still-warm tacky liquid. The emotions became too much and a wail erupted from me, a sound so foreign I was left wondering where the God-awful sound came from as I scrambled to get away from the horrifying mess.
    Becca fell to her knees beside me and handed me a damp sponge, then proceeded to begin the cleanup.
    “Hurry up! Stupid bitch.”
    A jab of pain rocked through me as the toe of Jazz’s steel-toed boot came in contact with my side. I screamed out again, falling forward, once again into the bloody mess.
    “Shut up you fucking whore –”
    I cringed waiting for another blow, but it didn’t come. Looking up, I saw Connor had grabbed Jazz and had him backed against the far wall; they were in a heated argument, neither one paying any mind to me or Becca. My eyes immediately moved to the open door – to freedom! I hesitated. If I got caught then I may end up like the poor Asian girl – or worse. But then again, this may be my only opportunity to escape.
    A rush of adrenaline surged through my veins and I leapt to my feet and began running for the open door. I was out before either of them even realized I’d gone. The thought that I left Becca behind nagged at the back of my mind, but as I reached the staircase and began to ascend I promised I’d come back for her, I’d come back for them all.
    Halfway up the stairs I hear d hollers of alarm in the dungeon below me, followed by the rapid thump of boots. Knowing they were in pursuit only added to my drive to get away. At the top of the staircase I was torn. Left or right? Knowing The Boss was to the left I rushed to the right, praying the hallway would lead me to an exit of some sort.
    I rounded the corner and eyes widened in terror as I attempted to skid to a stop, but the forward motion and sudden attempt to stop and turn only made me tumble to the floor at Lance’s and The Boss’s feet.
    “What in the fuck!” The Boss’s voice boomed out as the sound of Jazz and Connor’s footsteps rounded the corner and stepped up behind me. I was surrounded.
    “Fucking bitch!” A hand wrapped around my forearm and I was roughly pulled to my feet. Panting hard, I didn’t struggle – there was no point.  It was over and I’d lost. Connor spun me around and raised his hand, intent in striking me in the face.
    I blew my one and only chance of escaping. I didn’t even bother to hold back the tears that began to run down my cheeks. Closing my eyes, I waited for the impending blow, but it never came and the hand on my forearm released me.
    “Get your fucking hands off my slave!”
    Opening my tear-filled eyes I saw Lance had placed himself between me and Connor. Glancing behind me, my eyes caught the gaze of The Boss. To my surprise he did nothing about my blatant disrespect of looking him in the eye, instead he crossed his arms over his chest and shifted his gaze to his son with Connor, as if waiting to see where the conflict was going to go.
    For a brief moment I contemplated attempting to run past The Boss but knew it would be a futile effort. If anything it would get me into more trouble than I was already in. I turned back to Lance and Connor as the men stared each other down, as if sizing up the competition.
    Fury flared in the bl onde man’s eyes as he glared at Lance. “She tried to escape. She needs to be punished.”
    “She’s mine and I say what she’s punished for. Back away from her before I make you regret you didn’t.” Being at his back I couldn’t see his face, but I could see the rage vibrating in every muscle of Lance’s body as he prepared himself to make good on his threat on Connor.
    Connor looked from The Boss to me and back to Lance. With a grunt of frustration he backed down. “Fine.” Connor looked up and over my shoulder to The Boss. “I apologize Sir, we’ll finish attending to the clean-up.”
    “See that