15. The Batman

It all happened in the quickest flash, Tory was still gwaking at Alexander, still shocked and angry and unimpressed, she had at least expected someone like Ludwig, that wouldn't have been so bad.

Then before she knew what was happening, the single light that was lightening up the room when out and she heard Alexander grunt and the sound of him falling down.

She felt a strong grip on her wrist, before she could utter a word she was running with whoever was holding her wrist towards dim lights.

"Try not to scream!" The voice said.

"Wha...." She saw that they were now at the balcony of the room, there was no where else to go.

With the strong grip on her wrist, she knew he was definitely a man. The blurry image that she could make out was well taller than her, but he was clad in all black and his face and entire body was covered, completely.

Before she couldn't grasp what was happening, he said, "Hold on" and he pulled her closer to him.

Too close, oops. Way too close. Tory couldn't even let go even if she wanted to because her hands were touching rock hard abs that she most certainly hadn't touched before. She felt like she was hugging a perfect statue making her wonder how fit this man would be.

"Hold on tight" he said again, his eyes meeting hers this time. His eyes were deep grey.

She was still lost in the intensity of his eyes when he looked away and lifted her up, then jumped.

As if he was Batman, he jumped off the balcony with her in his arms.

Tory shrieked in shock and gripped him tightly as her head spun. Did she just fall into the trap of the grim reaper?. But he's got such pretty eyes.

She was still screaming in fright and didn't realize she was now standing on her own two feet with her face buried deeply in his chest.

"Argh! You can stop now. I literally told you not to scream" he said through heavily breathing.

Well news flash batman, she was used to flying while hanging on to a rope.

He unfolded his arm around her waist. She didn't jerk back like she would have done honestly any other day. She kept on cling to him in fright still shaking, she could hear his loud heartbeat in his chest.

"Now!, tell him the guns are at an abandoned factory warehouse called Hope foods" He stepped away from her and said through heavy breaths, "Don't stop running!."

He moved to the high wall, and placed his palm on it, the wall immediately went apart and she could see a moonlight open place with trees.

"Run! Now!" He yelled at her.

Tory glanced from him to the open space unable to utter a word, she could hear loud voice from the building he had brought her out from. Alexander was in disarray, he ordered his men to go in search of her immediately.

"Run!. now!" The man yelled again pushing Tory out, "Find your way!" Was the last thing he said before the brick wall closed in front of her face.

She turned to what looked like a forest and began to run, struggling with her dress she took off her heels and ran as fast as she could in the dark, with a broken arm.

Her feet hurt much as she stepped on twigs and stones in the forest, she was sure she must have mistakenly stepped on a rabbit on her way.

But as her rotten faith would have it, she fell into the arms of the man that had originally sold her. It must have been his plan the whole time, the man that saved her must have been sent by Mr redhead.

But why?. And why?.

That was the unsolved path of her puzzle. But she was still disturbed by the image of Alexander.

"Your arm should heal soon. It should have healed earlier but it seems you have been putting stress on it. Try to keep it still and rested okay?" Poppy advised.

Tory groaned, she was contemplating on liking or hating the doctor. She was nice and soft and treated her with care as if she was ter daughter but she was still part of the mafia game.

Tory had figured she was in a mafia community taking their red and black dress code, the guns she had sighted on her way there, the men she saw fighting each other in what looked like a ring, she has seen a cluster of women scantily dressed like pole dancers pass by.

"And your feet, they'll heal faster than your arms should" the elderly woman closer her kit and gave it to her daughter that was standing father away from her.

"Thank you" Tory managed to mutter. Kidnapped or not she had manners.

Poppy smiled and left.

"Hey" the black girl holding her mother's kit chirped, she was very smiley and looked happy.

Tory glanced up into her brown happy eyes and said nothing.

"How did you get here?. You don't look like a bitch. Most women here are just really making money with their bodies. Oh I get it, you didn't come here on your free will did you?. Ah! That jerk won't ever stop trafficking women but why haven't he sold you?."

Tory just stared at the girl in confusion, she looked to be about just 15 or 16. Her eyes were deep brown and her hair was short, black and curly. She was dressed in a shabby dress.

"What's your name?. Where are you from?. How did he kidnap you?. My name's Delilah, I'm sixteen years old. My mom's that doctor, she treats everyone that gets hurt, most of them don't make it after they get shot but mom tries her best anyways. So how did that jerk Ludwig kidnap you?."

Tory opened her mouth to at least tell the girl off but something made her stop, her voice caught in her throat and her eyes flared opened in shock, the jerk Ludwig was standing by the door watching them with angry red eyes!.