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One of the tires catches on the edge of the pavement and we roll.
Now everything is moving in slow motion.
I see my hair splashing around my face. I see the sky disappearing as a black road replaces it. I hear metal grinding and see sparks flying as the car slides, upside down.
I'm reaching out towards Elle who has her hands locked over her face.
Then everything goes black as we slam into the wall of a building.
I sink into that blackness, still filled with panic and fear.
I wake up to men grabbing me.
Immediately I start screaming and someone slaps me through the face.
"Have you got the kid?"
"She's in the back."
"Help me with this bitch; she's fucking trying to kick me."
They have Elle.
I go against all of my instincts and stop fighting, because what's the point of getting away if Elle is still trapped with them.
My cheek is stinging from the slap. My head is throbbing from the accident. When I reach up and gently touch the side of my skull my fingers come away sticky with blood.
My eyes won't focus properly, and the entire world is spinning.
They throw me into the back of the car with Elle and I grab her and pull her onto my lap.
She's in shock. She isn't even crying.
I hold her close against me and keep repeating the same thing. "It's going to be okay, baby girl. It's going to be ok."
The guards take us right back to the abandoned building and yank me out of the car.
Guns are drawn because they aren't taking any chances; they push me back into the building with Elle on my hip, holding tightly onto me.
All the way up the stairs I'm trying to figure out how I can get us away, but I feel hopeless. I just don't see how I'm going to be able to escape again. That was my one chance and I fucked it up.
Tears are streaming down my face when they lead us back into the room.
Matteo walks over to me and stares down at me.
One of the men pulls Elle out of my arms and lays her down on the bed again, but this time he straps her down.
"Stop, you're hurting her." I cry out in horror.
Matteo slaps me hard across the face and my ears begin to ring loudly in my head.
"Strap her down as well." He tells the guards.
They haul me into the air as though I weigh nothing and slam me down onto the bed. It cracks and strains under the impact. They strap thick leather restraints around my wrists. I notice that they are stained with blood and I have to fight against the vomit threatening to spill from my throat.
Matteo is talking to one of the doctors for a while - then he comes over to me.
He runs his hand over my leg, up my thigh. His touch is hot and unwelcome. I cringe at it, but I can't move far.
