"Where is Tsuda?" she asked without breaking her stride. After being informed of his whereabouts, she reached the door to his office. She banged the door open with a force that made Tsuda highly concerned about her. He stood up, "What's wrong?" Instead of replying to him, she pointed her glock at him, pulling the trigger without loosing a second to blink.

The bullet penetrated his shoulder, causing him to thud back into his seat. The guy beside him, probably his right hand man jumped on her instantly. He pinned her down to the ground, after unarming her.

"Let me go you piece of shits! I'll kill this bastard before taking my last breath." Tsuda stood up, holding his arm. "No one is dying here. Let her go." She was released in a second.

"What is this about?" He walked to her trying to hold her wrist but she pulled back. "What is this about? You f*cker! For how long were you planning to play with me? You lying sc*m! You murderer! You must be laughing all this time, while making a fool out of me." Realization dawned on his face because of her words. Avery didn't know what she was waiting for, an excuse, another lie or an apology. Whatever it was, it never came. Her world broke once again after losing her parents, when his eyes hardened.

"Tie her up and put her in my car. I'll be back after talking to my father." She was soon bound and was being dragged out to his car. She cursed and screamed causing every family member to form a group around them. His mother was among them. She was holding a hand to her lips, with concern dripping from her face.

"Your son is a murderer! He killed my mother! He killed my Father. He took my family away from me. May he rot in hell, but only once I'm done with him." His mother was shocked, indicating that she didn't know anything. Unlike Tsuda who barely blinked, knowing very well what he has done.

Tsuda rushed out along side his father. His mother reached them trying to inquire about her. But Tsuda only hugged her and bowed to his father. He took her by the arm then and pulled her into the car. Locking it securely.

"May you be cursed along with every single one of your family! May you all rot in hell with so much pain and die again and again." She cursed. "They have nothing to do with this." She spit on him. "F*ck you." she tried to free her hands from the rope but failed. Too bad for him, her legs were not bound. She twisted back and kicked his wounded shoulder with all her might.

Tsuda grunted in pain but rather than getting away, he jumped on her pulling her feet up on his lap, holding them together. "Apologies, young master." The driver, who was previously tasked with tying her up, apologized to Tsuda for forgetting to tie her legs. He didn't reply, keeping silent for a long while.

When she regained her strength to struggle again, she jerked forward. Trying to hit him with her forehead but he stopped her, by keeping his palm on her forehead. "I wish I didn't have to do this." He took out a syringe from a compartment inside the door and injected it into her neck. Making her body go limp and her world turned black with in seconds.

She woke up with a jolt and panicked. Her surroundings were dark only a window allowed the moon light to filter into the room, though it was barred with grills. "Am a prisoner now?" She asked, when she felt movement in a seat on the far end of the room.

"This is my farm house. It depends on you, what this place becomes for you." His cold voice made shivers run down her spine. She has never faced this side of him. He always made sure to conceal it, locked behind a thousand faces.

"You are a horrible monster. Changing colors as you wish. Keeping fake faces for your enemies. Playing with them however you like.." She was interrupted by him. "I did nothing fake with you. Never once." She scoffed at it, holding back her urge to cry and wail out loud.

"And I swear, I never played with you. My intentions towards you were always pure." She laughed out loud at that. He stood up with a grim face, when she won't stop laughing. He reached out his hand to touch her face but she slapped it away.

"I want to wash myself with anything that could take the filth of your touch off of my body. Even if no skin remain on me." Her words did something to him, she realized. When his brows creased, she saw him cracking a little.

She closed her eyes and turned away from him. "Get the hell out of my sight." He fisted his hands making them turn pale from the pressure. "No. I will not leave until I want to. If prison for you, then prison be it. And prisoners do not give commands." She turned to him with a glare. But he walked towards the low table infront of the seats he was sitting on a while ago. He picked a tray filled with food up from it and reached her side on the bed.

"It has almost been a day. You must eat." He said with a voice showing nothing. No hate, no guilt, no worry. Nothing at all. After placing the tray on her bed, he left. She heard a click indicating she has been locked.

She took hold of a spoon, filling it with the steaming hot soup. She took it to her lips but stopped abruptly. Where did the smart and cautious Avery go? She shook her head and took her ear ring off. She dipped it into the soup. Soon it turned from gold to bright burning red.

It is poisoned. She gasped in astonishment. Never had she ever imagined the fact that he was after her life. He wanted her dead. She felt tears forming up and a single tear slid down her eye. Not able to hold herself back, one after another tears slid down her face wetting it. She mourned then, the loss of herself and him.

Him, whom she had come to love, perhaps more than anything. And now he wanted her dead. She cried to the point she started having hiccups. She was once someone who didn't talk much, didn't show much of her emotions. Look at what he had done to her now. He taught her how to feel, then snatched her heart out of her body, making sure she feels every bit of the pain.

After a long time, she wiped her tears away with cold determination. If it was about someone dying, then it would be him. She will make sure he is dead. Only then, she could get her peace.

A few days later, Tsuda came into the room and saw yet another untouched tray. He gritted his teeth, as she stared at him. She was feeling tired and hungry all the time. She was asleep more than she was awake. She had eaten a banana only once for 5 days now. She would drink water once a day and no more.

"You are killing yourself." He said through his clenched jaw. "Taking your honour of doing so, am I?" She said in a biting tone. "What do you even mean by that?" He inquired. "Drop dead already. That's what I mean." He stared at her for a while.

Then he held the tray in his hand, walking towards the bed. He placed it on the bed infront of her. She imagined him to leave right away like the usual drill, but this time he did not. Taking a seat on one side of the room he crossed his arms. "Eat." He ordered, staring at her.

"F*ck you." She slammed. He gave no head to her words and sat there for a long while, waiting for her to start eating. "I have never lost my temper in front of you, right? Let's not change that. Start eating." His threat did nothing to her. He saw that the rebellious spirit in her eyes never fluttered.

He stood up angrily, a vein bulging on the corned of his forehead. Striding up to her, he took a sandwich, broke it into a bite size. He held her jaw with a force, she had never experienced from him before. Forcing her mouth open, he shoved the bite inside and held her mouth closed. She didn't move or chew or swallow at all.

She just kept looking up at him, with no expressions on her face. But her eyes did tell him every extent she hated him to. Once he realized that his force was not going to make her comply, he knew exactly what will. He stepped back from her and as expected, she spit the bite to his feet.

"You've done it now." He stated as the declaration of a war. Without another glace at her, he strode out. After a while he was back with a woman, probably in her middle age. He held her by the collar of her uniform. She was the cook, she noticed. Her eyes widened with shock when he clicked his pistol, loading it. And held it to the side of her head.

"She hates your cooking too. Just like all the others before you." He said to the trembling woman. "Make her eat, or you're dead." He stated with death dripping from his voice. "Please." She looked at Avery, holding her hands together as she begged.

"Please, eat it." When she didn't move to comply, the woman cried. "I have children waiting for me. I have a disabled mother, I have to take care of." Her voice shook terribly. "You have till 3. One.." He started counting. "Ma'am, please!" She cried. "Two.." Avery looked at his finger on the trigger and realised this wasn't the stance of a man bluffing. And he would fire it for sure.

"Thr..." Avery gasped, holding her hand up to stop him. "I'll eat!" He looked at her and nodded. He let the woman go and she scrammed out of the room. "You better start now." He sat back on his chair watching her eat. She took bites from each and every thing on the plate. Everything tasted like metal to her.

"I can't eat anymore." She groaned. "This will do for now." He came to her, to take the tray away. He kept standing by her bed, infront of her, with the tray in his hand. His eyes were glued to her and they held something she could almost recognise as the Tsuda from her past. The gentle and the sweet man. He seemed like he wanted to say something. He opened his mouth but closed it instantly. With a final look at her, he left the room.

Once the lock was clicked into it's place, she ran to the washroom. Leaning her face over the toilet seat, she plunged two finger into her throat. She made sure to throw every thing up, while holding her hair back. It took her a while and once she was done she decided to take a bath. In the tub she laid limp, feeling weak.

She looked around and realized her sight was becoming hazy. She struggled to get up, as to not drown in the tub, once her conciousness gives away. But she was too weak and it was too late for her. Against her stuggle the darkness took over her. Making her go into the pit of it.