Get. Out.

Halfway to the door, he heard another muffled scream, and other words of protest, prompting him to hasten his steps. He was already convinced that something was going wrong in there. 

Just as he got to the door and reached out to grab the handle, he heard heavy footsteps approaching him. Turning his head, he caught sight of six bulky men standing behind him, bearing weapons comprising of batons, knives, chains, and baseball bats. 

He turned to look at the door, frowning, then back at the men. He could easily handle them, as they were all humans, but it will take him some time. And he wasn't sure what was going on inside. Judging from the way these unknown men were looking at him, he guessed whatever was going on in there was not good.

"Veron, we have a problem. I think Karina has been abducted." Skye mind-linked Veron, before turning around to concentrate on the men.

"What do you think you are doing?" One of them asked, and Skye tilted his head to the side.

"I should be asking you that. What do y'all think you are doing?" He returned the question, infuriating the one who asked.

"Look here young man, I will advice you to leave this place as quietly as you came." Another one quipped and Skye scoffed.

"Or what?" He asked, raising a brow. And with that, a fight broke out in the hallway.

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Veron sprang to his feet immediately after Skye's message reached him. He grabbed his jacket and moved swiftly in the direction Karina had gone earlier. Following her scent, which was still present and strong in the building, it didn't take long before he reached the hallway. 

"Where is she?" He queried in Skye's head, and the latter rammed his opponent's head against a wall, before answering.

"The last door," Skye responded, and hissed when the next opponent succeeded in stabbing him in the shoulder.

Veron continued walking toward the door, unbothered by the fight scene as his focus was on the room where Karina was being held. 

But one unfortunate human decided to go against him by blocking the door. He swung his bat to hit Veron when the latter reached the door. 

Veron caught the bat without a problem, then kicked the man with such force that the handle of the door broke his spine, and the back of his head tore when he made contact with the door. 

Without letting him slide down, since he was instantly knocked out, Veron sent another kick, this time, using the man's body to force the door open. 

As soon as he stepped into the room, his anger blazed, as he saw the bastard holding onto Karina, tears in her eyes, with some running down her cheeks. He noticed the finger marks on her face and her dress which had been torn in half, exposing the front part of her body.

Red streaks slowly started to appear in his silver orbs, discoloring them, as he began to lose control of himself. The men who were already moving to attack him, hesitated when they saw what was happening to his eyes, but Veron did not hesitate.

He went for them one after the other, knocking each one out with just a punch, but didn't stop there. He went on to crack the floor tiles with the heads of two of them, and the other two, he snuffed life out of them by snapping their necks.

Karina started another round of screaming, witnessing a level of violence she had never thought was possible. Her body began to tremble, seeing so much blood and lifeless people in one place at the same time.

Soon, all four men were lying lifeless on the floor, saving Mark, who was still holding on to Karina, surprised at the way all his men went down.

Veron hung his head low after dropping the last man, trying to regain control and normalize his eye color. But he was finding it difficult to do that, knowing that bastard still had his hands around Karina's body.

Mark stared at his men with widened eyes, before shifting his gaze back to Veron. As if something snapped in his head, he pushed Karina toward the other girls and pulled out a dagger from his waistband.

Without thinking twice, he charged toward Veron, raising the dagger and aiming for his neck. The latter stood still, keeping his eyes low until Mark got close to him.

In one swift move, without raising his head, Veron grabbed Mark by the throat, effectively stopping him from moving any further. With his other hand, he grabbed the hand which held the dagger, twisting it until the sound of bones breaking, and the sound of the dagger hitting the floor was heard.

Despite the loud screams erupting from his mouth, Mark continued to struggle and fight back with his one free hand. All his blows, however, seem not to be making any impact or having any effect on the person he was fighting.

When Veron raised his head, his eyes landed on Karina. She had her eyes widened, still slightly trembling, and staring at him as if she had never seen him before.

"Get. Out." He ordered in a cold voice that scared the shit out of her. Her body moved before her mind could start wondering or pondering why a different kind of fear suddenly gripped her.

She jumped to her feet and clutched the front of her clothes to cover up her exposed body. Her legs began to move toward the now-damaged exit when the muffled cries of the other women reached her ears, forcing her to pause.

Turning around, she set her gaze on the women briefly, her heart clenching at their silent pleas, then she moved her eyes to Veron. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out.

Seeing the hesitation in her eyes, and how she was not leaving, Veron gritted his teeth. Control was fast slipping away from his grasp, and he was just keeping it together, so she wouldn't witness what he was about to do, or see that side of him.

Left with no other option, Veron dragged Mark out of the room, almost bumping into Skye, who was about to enter. He could just lift the bastard like a rag doll, but that would raise suspicion, which he didn't want.

Skye moved away from the doorway to let Veron pass. He silently watched as the latter continued to drag Mark until they disappeared into the nearest room.

Skye sighed, wearing a frown on his face as he surveyed the hallway once again to ensure there was no trace of blood anywhere which he had missed while cleaning up. Satisfied that he had done a good job, he stepped into the room.

The first thing he saw was the bodies of four men on the floor, then Karina trying to cut the ropes used to bind some women he didn't know.

Without fully knowing what happened here, from the picture he saw, he already had an idea. Mark was a trafficker, or better put, a slave trader, who abducts young women and sold them off to the highest bidder.

The question now was, how did Karina fall into such a trap?

By the time Karina freed the last woman, she turned around after the woman took to her heel, only to find that Veron was back in the room, frowning at her, and the bodies of the dead men were no longer in the room.

Biting her lower lip nervously, she clutched her dress tighter and peeled her eyes away from him, setting them on the open door.

Veron continued to stare at her coldly. After killing the bastard who dared to lay his hand on her, and feeding on his blood until he was left dry, Gerrard calmed down a little.

Seeing how she was still having light tremors, he wished he could ask her how the hell she got involved in this. But he didn't want to talk to her.

If not for Gerrard, he would have stayed far away from her and even forgotten about her. He didn't like the kind of power she had over him without even realizing it.

"Damn it, Gerrard." He cussed in his head, clenching his jaws as he recalled how he got into this mess in the first place.

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A/N: To my lovely readers, I hope you are enjoying the story so far. If you are, do not hesitate to shower this story with your power stones and golden tickets.

Comments and reviews are welcomed. I will love to hear your thoughts, as we follow Karina's and Veron's story. I will try to answer any questions you have. *wink*