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THIRD PERSON POV

Willow sat down blindfolded and tied up having no clue of where she was, making use of her other senses she tries to make out where she is.

"Hello" she yells as loud as she could but only hearing her echos.

"Hello sweetheart" She gulps at the familiar voice.

"It can't be," she quivered in her thoughts. Shaky and sweaty, she prayed fervently that her worst nightmare wasn't becoming a harsh reality.

Her blindfold slowly unmasked revealing the handsome devil of a man before her, Tristan.

"How comical" just her luck that she's seeing the handsome devil once again.

"How comical indeed, miss me? " He winked at her as she Blush a Little forgetting about her unfortunate state.

"You've got the guts to be comical when you have me hostage. I swear, when my father hears about this," she threatened, but he laughed, dismissing her empty words. He walked up to her, squatting down a little, and smiled as he looked right into her eyes—something he couldn't help but find captivating, as