I started choking up

"Martin, where is my father?" I ask, louder this time

He didn't answer me, all he did was look into my eyes

"Martin, where is my dad!" I yelled

All of a sudden, Martin's large hands, were wrapped around my throat.

He pushed me back, until I was against the wall

"Who the hell do you think you are talking to? I saved you, I took you away from him" Martin growled squeezing my neck

"M-Martin" I squealed, losing all the air I had in my lungs

I was struggling to breathe and the burning sensation in my chest was getting worse

"M-Martin....pl-please!" I clawed at his hands as he stared into my eyes

All of a sudden, he let me go and I dropped down to the ground, gasping for air

I coughed, holding my neck with my hands

"Baby, what happened? Are you alright?" Martin dropped down to the ground, resting the same hands that were previously choking me, over my shoulders

I didn't answer him, all I did was take it in deep breaths what happened? He asked again I coughed, sounding like those people who had been smoking since they were 15... 50 years later and they were still smoking what the hell have I gotten myself into?

After I relax, I looked at that Martin without thinking, I place my hand over his cheek and moved my position, so that I was sitting on my knees Martin... Where is my dad? I asked, moving closer to him your dad? He is here... Downstairs he told me, looking into my eyes here? But you said I started what did I say? He asked, obviously confused

I shook my head, resting my hand on his chest can I see him? I asked Martin stiffened know! He out a jump back, letting go of him

"B-babe...please?" I asked, shuffling over to him

Martin closed his eyes

"Say that again?" He asked, breathing in

It took me a moment, but I understood what he meant

I lowered my voice and tried to make my words come out like a purring sound

"Babe...please?" I asked again

Martin slowly opened his eyes and grabbed my waist

"Come with me" he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the empty room

We walked down the bear hallway and down a flight of stairs, towards a locked door

Martin brought my hand up to his lips and kissed my knuckles softly

"Go on" he told me, unlocking the door

I slowly walked up to the wooden door and took a step inside

All the lights were turned off

I instantly covered my nose and mouth, there was a horrible smell in the distance, I could hear the soft groaning of a man

I want deeper into the room and couldn't believe my eyes

There was my father, tied to a wooden chair. His head hung low

"Dad?" I asked, taking a step closer to him

His eyes were closed and his breathing was shallow

"Daddy?" I asked, tearing up

His shirt was off his body was covered in brown substance, along with redlines... It was blood. I could see small scrapes on his body, as if he had been dragged through mud or dirt Luna? He asked, trying to open his swollen eyes

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