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“YES!!!” I growled but not at Dane’s actions.
    I could feel
it surging to life, filling me and embracing me, powering me and eating away at
the fear in me, fortifying me. My fingers tightened in his hair and I opened my
eyes and focused on what I needed to do.
     
    I inhaled
deeply and gripped his hair. “Oh Dane” I breathed. The pure ice and malevolence
in my voice caused him to frown and lift his eyes to mine. I smiled at him, the
malice evident in my eyes.
    I gripped
his hair harder and pulled at my strength and slammed his head into the tiles.
I screamed in rage and did it again.
    His hands
came to my throat but I was too far gone to feel them. I smashed his head again
and again, my rage powering me. I pulled at the shower head and ploughed it
into his skull, over and over. Blood splattered everywhere. “Ava?” Greg
shouted.
    I yelled and
bashed him again and he crumpled to the floor. I kicked him in the face, one
last act of revenge as I dashed out to Greg.
     
    “Shit Ava,
are you okay?” Greg asked his eyes wide at my appearance. I frowned but nodded.
“You’re covered in blood, Ava” he said as I skidded to his feet and frantically
untied the ropes around his ankles.
    “Quick Greg”
I cried and scooted round to his hands, pulling and tugging at the ropes and
thankful to god for making the knots big enough to undo.
    He wriggled
out of the last part. “We need to hurry Greg, I don’t know how long he’ll be
out.” He pulled his t-shirt over his head and handed it to me and I slipped it on
as we raced through the door and skidded down the stairs.
     
    We both
looked around wildly for a door out. I flung up my hands in frustration. “Fuck,
where’s the door?” I yelled and Greg shouted to me from another room.
    I shot
towards his voice and found him in a kitchen, yanking at a door. He slammed his
body against it when it wouldn’t open. He tried again and it wouldn’t budge. I
joined him, my rage was still flying through me and my power shattered the
door.
    He stilled
and stared at me wide eyed, shocked at the sheer force I had.  “Go!” I yelled
at him and I looked around madly for a familiar location.
    We were in a
back garden, behind a rundown house with boarded up windows. I grabbed Greg’s
hand and pulled him along a path at the side of the house. “Come on” I cried
and we emerged on a residential street.
     
    We raced a
few houses down and ran up a path and banged furiously on the door. “Come on” I
yelled as I scanned the street behind me, “Come on.”
    The door
swung open and a middle aged man stood in the doorway, uncertainty and shock on
his face.
    “Please help
us!” I begged, still manically looking around but he just stared at me.
“Please” I begged, “I’ve been held hostage for nine days and I need to phone
the police from your phone, please” I pleaded.
    His confused
eyes swept over my body and he sucked his lips, debating if I was a serial
killer.
    I cried out
in frustration and Greg swore and pushed past the man and entered the house,
pulling me behind him. “Lock the door!” I shouted at the man as Greg hunted
round for a phone.
    He held it
up to me when he found one and I observed the man, making sure he locked the
door. “Lock the back door” I demanded and he nodded rapidly, obviously thinking
we were now holding him hostage.
    “Police or
Mason?” Greg asked quickly and I didn’t hesitate.
    “Police” I
said and he paused but nodded.
    “Okay” he
said as he dialled.
     
    I stood to
the side of the front window, scanning the street for any sign of Dane. I
breathed a sigh of relief as Greg connected with the police and informed them
of our situation.
    I sobbed and
crumpled to the ground as I heard the sirens approach and I closed my eyes in
pure relief that I would soon be with my man, the man that I needed so badly.

CHAPTER 3
     
    “For fucks
sake! Will someone please phone my Fiancé?” I shouted at one of the female police
officers situated