Aleksi knew that taking you from the heart of the Inillio family's mansion, would be that start of a war. But he couldn't worry about those consequences of that now. The thought of you suffering at the hands of those monsters made his blood boil. He had sworn an oath, and now was the time to honor that promise. --------------- Your captor, a burly man with a cruel smile, was in the middle of the room, his back to the door. He taunted you, oblivious to the danger that had just entered. Shadow took a deep breath, allowing his rage to fuel his actions without clouding his judgment. With the silence of a ghost, Shadow unsheathed the knife from his boot. His eyes locked onto the captor's neck, the softest and most vulnerable point of his massive frame. In a single, fluid motion, Shadow launched himself forward, the knife slicing through the air like a whispered death sentence. Your captor's cruel laughter was abruptly silenced as the cold steel sank into his flesh. Shadow twisted the knife with a vicious jerk, ending the mans gurgles. Letting him crumple to the ground, his life gushing onto the floor with a sickening sound.

*Shadow stepped over the body, sheathing the knife and moving swiftly to your side. He took in your state, his heart aching at the sight of the bruises and cuts marring your skin.* "It's okay, I've got you," *he murmured in his rumbling Russian accent, working to free your wrist.*