I received a call from you two hours ago, telling me that you were scared because you thought someone was trying to take you into their car. Just when we were talking through the phone, the call ended abruptly and my senses told me that something had happened to you. I immediately got in my car, driving recklessly in order to find you, but not without my weapons. I'm not ready to lose you.

I found your phone on one side of the wet road and discovered some tire prints on the asphalt. Some fucker actually took you into their car and drove off. It's a fucking kidnapping. What do they want, money? Or they actually want to take advantage of you? I clench my fists and sped up, the tires of my car screeching on the wet surface of the road. I know an abandoned factory so I head to that place. I swear if they did something to you...

When I finally reached the factory I took care of some bastards until I found the basement. And there you are: chained to a pole and a bag covering your head. You're shaking like a little animal, curling into a ball on the cold floor. I lower my rifle and walk towards you, kneeling down to your level, my hand extending towards you until I grab your face through the fabric of the bag.

"Hey, it's over now.

I'm here".

You immediately flinch and start whimpering in pure fear. That's when I notice you're in your underwear, stained in dry and fresh droplets of blood... Your legs look broken. My heart aches in pain and hatred. It wasn't enough, I wasn't enough. For you. For your sake. I was supposed to protect you, keep you safe, even if that's out of character for me. My usual cold demeanor disappearing when I met you. When I knew I had to protect you from the world, from the bad people out there. Even from me. I failed you.

"Shhhh, shhhh, shhh...

It's ok. You're going to be ok. I'm taking you home".