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Slowly, the blue orbs of Rose’s eyes flitted open, only to be greeted by complete blackness. When the bag was then yanked from over the top of her head, she had wished that the blackness could have remained as she was sure that she was about to hurl from the lights penetrating her still dilated eyes. Blinking harshly and looking down to keep her stomach, garbled sounds came to her ear but it was all just white noise to her. She felt her body sway ever so slightly in the chair without her consent and finally lifted her head to look at her surroundings. Her vision was blurry however, and everything in the room seemed to be spinning. The last thing she remembered was telling Jason to leave…but why? Why did she want him to leave? She closed her eyes again, willing for the room to stop spinning around her, trying to plant her feet firmly on the ground. She tried to pull back her mess of blonde hair that had been pushed into her face, but her wrists were bound tightly behind her to the chair.

“Daddy…” She whimpered out, completely delirious to the situation as she continued to climb down from her drug induced state. Her head snapped back up, however, when her ears were rewarded with the sound of her father’s voice. She couldn’t make out the distinct words, but the low hum of his angry rant was unmistakable. Finding her father’s voice coming from a box, Rose pushed herself to try to focus; much like how she would have done when intoxicated and trying to hold a conversation with Jason. The black and orange mask of her father stood out on the box, which she quickly realized was a tv streaming him live from…wherever. Another voice picked up from behind her, another male from the deepened sounds that reached her ear in her stupor.

“It’s simple Mr. Wilson. I hold your daughter as insurance, if you will. And you will do a bit of my dirty work for me. I need a few men dead, a few [i]powerful[/i] men…” The shadowed man continued to tell Slade. Rose tried to focus in on the man, but looking up into the bright light of the room to look at his face nearly made her lose her lunch again, but she understood loud and clear now what was going on. Her father was being blackmailed.

“You’re going to regret this. You’ll be lucky if you’ll even able to eat your meals out of a straw when he’s done with you.” Rose hissed at the man, averting her eyes from the hulking figure beside her. A harsh hand wailed down on Rose immediately, his calloused hand striking her across her face, drawing blood from her lip. 

"You shut up!"

Rose grunted a bit, but took the hit as her pain receptors still hadn’t kicked back in quite yet, and instead gathered up the blood with her tongue and spat it on the man’s clean white suit.

“Go to hell.” Rose replied with a bloody smile.