He was there. Standing in the middle of my closet with this stupid smug smirk on his face. He looked a little worse than how he had appeared two days ago but he had been in one of our worst cells and had gotten a few bruises from the guards so I wasn't surprised. What I was surprised about is the fact that I hadn't seen him two minutes ago when I went in there. He must have seen the shock on my face as the smirk got even bigger and he pointed upwards. "You forgot to check up there." "Hmm," I hummed, my eyes not leaving him until I turned and made a dash towards the closest security button to me. The guns were too far away and it was much riskier to run for one. I didn't even reach a foot farther when an arm looped around my waist and one clamped over my lips. I fought to get him off me, kicking and even screaming through his hands. "If you don't stop screaming and fighting I'll shoot you right this moment," he hissed a little out of breath, and if I didn't know that this guy was very much capable of this, I would've continued. I shut up and went still in his arms. His hand slowly moved from my mouth to my neck which he grasped slightly. He was breathing heavily but I could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke again. "Now that's better." It wasn't even a few seconds after when the hadn't around my neck tightened a bit more and then my body was being slammed against the wall, my head not an exception. I groaned. It was freaking time to show him who's boss.