<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff">Maeve struggled against the brutal strength of Atlas' arms snaked around her willowy frame, having put up a fight for naught. She watched with undeniable helplessness as Evie was yanked into the limo with no chance of escape, the other suited man acting as though this were a routine situation. What the fuck was this? Was this a game to them? Did they do this often? Her angular brows curled toward one another, displaying how she was pissed and freaked out beyond known belief.</span></span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff">The limousine should have fallen silent. Anything was easier than speaking to these crooks. But they didn't even permit a moment's peace. The one in the darker suit offered alcohol to the girls causing Maeve's lip to curve in response. She didn't want to be drugged like a sucker just for the sweet taste of aged wine. Then again, they were already here. Already trapped. Did drugs really need to play a part?<br/>
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Deciding staying silent would haunt her for the remainder of her life, Maeve spoke up. "<b>Cut the shit, then. What are we gonna do? Be sex traffic slaves? Be <i>your </i>slaves? Cook? Clean? Suck dick? The fuck do you want?</b>" She snarled with agitation, feeling like someone backed against the wall with a gun to their head. There was no sense of reassurance in sight.<br/>
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In her mind, she was being told to watch what turns they were taking. Where they were heading. But the lines blurred with every street they hooked a turn on, and eventually, she was lost. Where would she go, anyway? Her parents were traitors of their own kind. She wouldn't speak to them again even if she had the chance. The only reason she had resided with them in their home was because of a financial hiccup that threw her for a loop. It wasn't a long term plan. And here she was. This is what happened when you trusted family just because they were family.<br/>
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"<b>Is this forever?</b>" She demanded, as though they owed her an explanation. She wouldn't pretend to be optimistic. Lockhart resolved to respond to his comment on the color of her hair, and she glowered at him with a glint of fire quavering in her dove grey irises. "<b>Gee, thanks. Why are you acting like we're on a quaint date in the vineyards?</b>" Maeve hissed bitterly.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Atlas could see the agitation on his brother's face. However, it didn't phase him. He was aware that there wasn't really another option at the given time once Maeve started for a sprint to 'freedom'. She didn't know that there weren't any other options for her, so of course, she would run. While his brother attempted to charm Maeve, Atlas shifted his attention toward Evangeline. He ignored Maeve's snarky comments, allowing Benjamin to give his own reply to her.<br/>
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"<b>I know this is confusing. Frankly, that's life. Just because you know certain laws, certain rules in life, doesn't mean that how you live will comply.</b>" He explained, even though shortly after, he figured that Evangeline would have a sharp response.<br/>
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It didn't matter to him, however. Regardless of what she said, he would lust after her, anticipating the thrill of the chase. Especially once they arrive to the winter mansion.<br/>
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Speaking of which, they were close. A couple minutes, actually. More time passed than he thought. They weren't too far to begin with, even despite being in the more rural corners of the state. Atlas cleared his throat, watching as the building grew gradually more near to them. It was overwhelmingly large and attractive to the eye, with unique features abound on the inside. The girls might not have been impressed by it from the getgo, but that could change. They could fall in love with the place they had to stay just as well as they could fall in love with the people they were secluded with.<br/>
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When they pulled to a stop before the mansion, Atlas glanced at Evangeline. She was stunning, even despite the fact that she was practically an undulating mirage of fury,</span></span>​</div>