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Lavender’s POV

I gasped for air as the cold water hit my skin. Panic filled me once I saw the two men from earlier standing by the door. I tried to move, only finding myself restrained to the wooden chair. 

Both of them took off their masks and smirked.

I couldn’t see their faces clearly with the dim light in the room. But their presence was enough to fill me with fear. My gaze fell on the sharp object in his hand, feeling blood stop in my veins.

“Wakey wakey princess,” he said with a smile as he came closer to me. He bent to my eye level then brushed my wet hair away from my vision, I squirmed from his touch, but he held my jaw roughly and looked into my eyes.

“Don’t make it hard on yourself or we will send your head to Alex,” he threatened me, holding the knife against my throat.