I hide the shaking in my hands by tossing the salad through the dressing aggressively.

It's iceberg lettuce, beetroot, carrot, cheese, tomato and zucchini covered in a simple vinaigrette.

Dana is by the small stove, frying up some chicken while Rosik and Oliver talk at the table.

I know that Rosik is sharing his horrifying tips and tricks when it comes to trafficking and I know that listening in will only screw me up further but for some reason I just can't help it.

I have to know the ins and outs of this business, I'm apart of this and it's going to stick with me for a long time, whether I like it or not.

"-Play up your looks. You have decent enough of an appearance to make a woman follow you. Match your approach to the scenery. If you're at a club, come across heavily interested but not desperate, if you're at a park seem distant but curious.. Make the girl feel like she is doing you a favour by speaking to you because the reality is that she is getting you paid."
I glance up through my lashes to occasionally take in the two men and I'm slightly overwhelmed with how good of an actor Oliver is.

In his eyes is such a bright gleam of excitement as Rosik starts bragging about his past successes, I suppose it might not all be an act.

These details are what he has been desperately fighting for all these years and finally they are his to report to his base later.

"One girl I had seriously had the biggest tits! She was like fifteen and even at that age knew how to use them right.." Rosik begins gloating and I feel disgust clog my throat and a handful of lettuce falls onto the bench to my disappointment.

Most likely this girl was just another victim to his delusions, she was most likely doing everything she could to avoid him and he read it as playing coy. He is absolutely disgusting.

"-But I'm thinking of slowing down after this job.." Rosik cuts himself off saying as he notices my harsh glare as I scoop up the spilt salad and throw it in the nearby portable bin.

I can't let him misinterpret my anger as jealousy so I force myself to calm down and glance up at the men casually, acting as though I can't hear a word of their loud, obnoxious conversation.

"Oh? Why is that? How many jobs have you done anyway?" Oliver questions as he notices Rosiks attention being dragged away.

We can both see the situation slipping and we are both desperate for answers. We can't afford for him to get distracted.

"I feel like you're all talk. You've most likely only done a few crimes and now you think that you're some badass brute." I call out, keeping my eyes on the salad to remain unaffected by the contact with Rosik.

Being in the same room with him is enough to make me break out in goosebumps, having eye-contact just makes me want to cry.

I hear Rosik chuckle darkly and I feel his gaze sliding over my form.
I don't want to see what parts of me he is focusing on so instead I spin on my heel and stand by Dana, looking into the pan.

"Why do you keep annoying him? You're only getting yourself more hurt in the process." Dana scolds lightly and I watch as she angrily stabs a piece of chicken in half to check that it's cooked.

I run my left hand through her hair, untangling the knots to distract myself and her as the table behind me goes silent, the conversation officially lost.

I tried to keep it going, hopefully Oliver realises what I attempted.

He's right about what he said earlier in the car, I need to be involved in this plan either with his consent or without.

I'm not opposed to forcing myself into situations where I'm not wanted, if I think I have something to contribute then that's what I'll do.

I'm not a damsel in need of saving.

"Is the food done yet?" Rosik smugly questions with a hint of ice and I straighten my back and bite back a rude response.

I won't stop speaking up however I will try and limit them to some rather impressive one-liners.
I don't want to give Dana anymore stress.

I glance at Dana and she nods satisfied with the chicken.
Wordlessly I turn and start scooping the salad onto three plastic plates and Dana is quick to follow behind and scoop the chicken next to it.

Considering what little space we had to work with it appears to be a rather good meal and I make sure to tell Dana that as soon as the meal is complete.

We both grab all the plates, balancing two at a time and finally join the men at the table.

It's only now that I glance up to see their expressions and I, as usual wish that I hadn't.
They are both wordlessly staring at us or much rather in Rosiks case glaring.

I have no idea what I've done wrong but as I place the plate firmly in front of him I notice his fists are clenched against his thighs.
I know all too well how exhausting it is to try and figure him out so I choose not to comment, knowing that he'll burst at some point.

As soon as I stiffly sit down next to him is in fact the moment he bursts.
At least he isn't one to leave anyone on a cliffhanger for long.

"I thought I made myself clear earlier.. Nobody is allowed to come in contact with you. They can't touch you and you can't touch them." Rosik growls out and I crease my brow in confusion.

I think back to all the points of this exhausting day and can't think of a single moment where I've intentionally come in contact with someone.

Unless he is assuming Oliver and I got up to something during our deep car conversation...
But why then has he only just got pissed about his suspicions now?

"What do you mean? Who have I touched?" I question honestly and can't help but glance at Oliver for assistance.

Of course Rosik doesn't like that one bit and slams his fist harshly onto the weak wooden table.

The meal shakes and so does Dana as Rosiks rage settles over us like a storm. I remain stiff yet defensive, I haven't done anything wrong.

Oliver is eating his food quickly and is keeping his eyes firmly on it.
I get what he's doing, appearing as non-threatening as possible to the alpha in the room but that's just pissing me off further.

Why am I always the one defending myself?
Why can't I ever get help?

"You were touching her.." Rosik spits out and my mind goes into overdrive.. Her?!

But then it hits me and I feel my own rage raise its ugly head.
He's angry about me untangling Dana's knots in her hair while we were at the stove.

That depraved, vile specimen is getting enraged because I touched my cousins hair.
This has to stop.

"Do you remember the punishment if you didn't follow the rules Kitty?" Rosik continues and just as quickly as the rage rises it slams back into its sealed box by fear as his earlier words ring in my mind.

"-If I find you breaking these rules then I will hurt Dana and it will be nobody's fault but yours..."

Before I have a chance to grovel and explain myself which trust me..
In that moment I was willing to do, a sharp cry from Dana across the table causes my attention to be snatched by her.

Looking at her pain-filled face I assess her form and for a split second blame Oliver but as I glance at him I find him staring at her with just as much confusion.

Dana's face is contorted with pain and I follow her arms which are under the table and as I lean forward I see that she is desperately clenching her right leg and groaning.

Rosik has managed to kick Dana harshly under the table and as my eyes slowly cut through him I see a satisfied smirk fill his cruel face.

I'm now the one to ball my fists and I feel another foot lightly nudge my own, judging by the angle I know that it's Oliver but I ignore his warning and turn my body to face Rosik.

Just as I begin to lift my fist and open my mouth to unleash a whole heck of hell Rosik slaps one of his large hands over my mouth.

"Think very carefully about what you plan to do next Kitty. I will take away your food again." I bite my lip as his firm words stick to the corners of my brain and I crinkle my forehead.

I have to defend my cousin, nobody gets away with hurting her but I know that my body is seriously struggling.

Even having to awkwardly hold my fisted hand up to my collarbone is a struggle and I can feel my arm begin to shake from the exertion.

I can feel Oliver's gaze silently pleading with me to drop the confrontation but I as usual ignore both the men and let my gaze settle on Dana's tearful one.

Silently I ask her what she wants me to do and judging by the fear and pain in her eyes I know the answer...

She wants me to back down in order to keep her from harm.
I'm embarrassed to have to yield to the big oaf but my cousin is the most important factor in this situation.

So unwillingly I lower my hand and readjust my body, picking up my fork and looking at no one I begin picking at my meal.

The tension is high and I feel a little guilt knowing that I created it but I don't regret it.

Slowly everyone else mimics my actions and begins eating.
Rosik is the last to turn back to his meal and it's done so with a light chuckle and a handful of words that takes all the air out of my lungs.

"Once I get these two to Russia it will be my seventy fourth delivery."
I fleetingly close my eyes, to stop the instant urge to cry and instead focus on chewing my salad with far more force than necessary.

Dana sobs out loud and I hear her drop her fork, her appetite lost while Oliver just mutters a brief "wow!.."
Before falling awkwardly silent as well.

I wish I could lose my appetite but it's taking every extract of willpower in me not to use the fork like a shovel and consume this dish in twenty seconds.

I'm sure Rosiks words would have made my stomach roll if it wasn't so painfully cramped due to hunger.

"H-How many people have you k-killed?" Dana whispers and I cut my eyes to hers pausing with my fork halfway to my face.

Rosik stares at her blankly for a few seconds before rounding back onto me and I shrug my shoulders innocently.

"I'm not going to keep your murder a secret. It's already been added to my script that I plan to use in court to condemn you to life in prison."
I state matter-o-factly and Rosik sighs not impressed in the slightest.

"Wait.. What did I miss?"
Oliver questions startled and I jolt, I assumed that Dana had told him the day I revealed what I had found but apparently I was wrong.

"Let's just say that the host of the house we were staying at wasn't very gracious and had to be taken care of."
Rosik sums up and I risk another glance at Oliver.

His face is struggling to maintain his facade.
I can see stress signs appearing over his forehead and his body is taut and straight.

His hair is the only relaxed part of him and once again I'm struck with an odd urge to brush away his fringe which is always getting in the way of his eyes.

Nobody talks after the bombshell is dropped on Oliver.

Dana remains silent out of fear, Rosik out of morbid conceit and myself due to the knowledge that any word that leaves my lips only brings unwanted attention.

We all eat our meals quickly, besides Dana who only manages a few more bites before she raises and scrapes the rest of her meal in the bin.

I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from calming her knowing that it will only backlash on her further, so all I can do is watch as she slowly limps her way over to one of the single beds and lays down with her back to us.

"Well looks like its time we head off to our room." Rosik states as he stretches loudly and I jump as his rests his large arm over my shoulders.

Impulsively my eyes flash up to meet Oliver's and his blue orbs are shaded with badly hidden worry.
Now that he has verbal evidence that Rosik is a murderer he is suddenly much more aware of how dire this situation is.

Part of me hopes that he is regretting cancelling my police rescue but a larger, more moral part of me is glad he did.
We need to save these kids.

"The night is still young! I'm sure there is a mini fridge in here somewhere, let's crack open a beer and relax."
Oliver's cheerful presence is becoming forced and I'm not the only one that begins to notice.
Rosik arches an eyebrow at his colleague before shaking his head and standing.

"No, Kitty and I have some.. Talking to do." Rosik explains with a knowing smirk and I'm glad to see that Oliver isn't capable of returning it.

"I don't want to go with you Rosik. I want to stay here." I attempt to say as forcefully and slowly as possible.

I remain seated throughout the whole thing and while looking up at Rosik makes me feel like an ant I still feel like I came across rather impressive.

"Seeing as this is the girl's final night together shouldn't we let them say their goodbye's?" Oliver tries as a last ditch effort and Dana sits up suddenly and takes in the room with wide eyes, the reality of the situation hitting her hard.

"No, please! I want Katie!" Dana sobs out and I rise from my seat in an instant and rush towards her.

Rosik takes advantage of my risen state and before I can skirt around the table I feel him wrap his hand tightly around my injured wrist, tugging it harshly and eliciting a sharp yelp from me.

"Let go of me!" I grit out and attempt to pull my hand away but the pain is too great and I half crumble from the throbbing pulsating from my wrist up to my elbow.

"Look what you've done! Now they're both throwing a tantrum." Rosik scolds Oliver who is staring at me with worry.

I shake my head and give him a stern look, he is blowing his cover.

Rosik begins tugging me to the door as Dana's cries rise in both pitch and volume.

Oliver stands just as we reach the door and holds his hand out to signal us to stop.

All I can do is shake my head sadly, I've accepted that tonight is going to be one of the worst nights of my life, I'm refusing to fill in the blanks of what it might entail but I'm not going to delude myself to conjure up a happy ending.

This is going to be really, really bad.

Rosik scrambles to open the door and pushes me out with him quickly before slamming the door shut and leaving only the muffled evidence of Dana's panic which is seeping through the old wooden door.

"There. Much better." He sighs while I remain silent and tense.

I allow Rosik to tug me down to the next door and he opens it with a sturdy looking key.

The room is a duplicate of Oliver and Dana's however this one is plunged in darkness due to the curtains being pulled shut.

Rosik releases me and flips on the light switch, instantly making me wish that he hadn't.

Obviously he had added some adjustments when he first arrived and I try not to gulp obnoxiously as I notice the rope wrapped through the headrest bars on the double bed.

I walk ahead of Rosik and cross my arms tightly around my body, hoping to hide my goosebumps.
It's not until I hear Rosik fiddling with the lock that I decide to turn and face him once more.

Producing a zip tie from God knows where Rosik is busy weaving it through the key chain lock on the door.
Looping it through and holding the lock in place.

"Surely the ropes make you feel safe enough." I attempt to question with sarcasm but my fear strips away my volume and all I can do is whisper.

"You have a nasty habit of escaping, it's fun though.. It keeps me on edge." Rosik explains after appreciating his work.

"This is a fire hazard. What if there is an emergency?" I question, hoping that he'll see reason and remove at least one obstacle.

Being tied to the bed will leave me imprisoned no matter what but if Oliver or Dana decide to rescue me then they'll need to get through the door.

"Trust me, I'm not letting you near matches again. There won't be anymore fires." At this Rosik turns around and grins widely at my shrunken form.

I've been alone with Rosik far more times then I'd like to admit, we've slept in the same bed together and he's even changed my clothes without my consent.

But this time feels different, Rosik is focusing only on himself, he doesn't care about consequences.

"Do you want a shower?"
Rosik murmurs and I arch my eyebrow before spinning on my heel and peeking into the bathroom.

I notice a small lock on the door and while I'm no means impressed by it I am slightly put at ease.
Surely Rosik won't want to face the bill for destruction of property, he's trying to keep a low profile.

"Yes.. Please?" I murmur slowly, spitting out my manners and keeping my hard gaze on the floor.

The only way to get through tonight is to be on my best behaviour.
He can't punish me when I'm being 'good'.

"Brilliant! I'll get our underwear sorted." Rosik explains excitedly and my face instantly pales.

Hell no.

Not uttering a word, knowing that my reaction was conversational enough I spin on my heel once again and fly into the bathroom, hoping that a door will deter Rosiks plan.

However Rosik was obviously expecting my panicked reaction and is quick to intercept, slamming his shoulder into the door and causing my body to sprawl backwards onto the tile.

I bite my lip harshly as I land once again on my wrist and focus on the taste of blood rather than the panic/pain pulsing through my veins.

Rosik squeezes his way into the already small room and my chest begins to heave as my breathing picks up the pace.

"No! Rosik I've changed my mind, I want to sleep!" I plead and cradle my injured hand to my chest.

Rosiks eyes fill with pity at my pathetic form and slowly he crouches down in front of me.
The warmth in his eyes scare me more than his lust so when he reaches out to gently grasp my pained wrist I allow him.

"Aww is my little Kitty hurt?"
Rosik coo's and I would have gagged if I wasn't fighting back tears strongly.
All I can do is choke on a sob and shake my head, my curls bouncing wildly.
Wanting, no needing him to get away from me.

"I know how to make you feel better." Rosik promises and ruthlessly pulls my wrist up and my body soon follows as a scream tears from my throat.

I feel something pop in my wrist and another scream flares up from inside of me.
Rosik no longer looks even vaguely sympathetic and sitting me on the toilet lid he turns around, humming a loud tune to block out my brief wails of pain and turns the shower knobs on.

I try to flex my wrist but it doubles in size in front of my eyes.

I begin to hyperventilate as the pain continues and tears finally break through and pour down my cheeks.

"What did I do to you?!" I grit out as I hold my wrist tightly.

I know it's dislocated but I don't trust myself to pop it back into place.

Rosik abruptly stops his humming and after a tense few silent moments of him testing the water temperature he finally turns back to me and crouches back down to my level.

I suck in a breath as he tucks my red hair behind my ear and licking his lips he slowly leans forward and presses a small kiss on my neck just beneath my ear.

"You made me fall in love with you." Rosik whispers and my eyes nearly pop out of my head.

His words cause me more pain than my wrist and all I can do is shake my head widely and chant the word "No!"
Over and over...

Rosik stands once more, unaffected by my turmoil and begins slowly peeling off his clothes.

I clench my eyes shut, allowing my tears to cool my hot cheeks and tuck my whole body into a tight ball.
I hear his clothes hitting the ground and once he reaches his belt I whimper.

"I just want to have a shower with you Kitty. We need to establish trust in our relationship. This is the first lesson.
We are most vulnerable naked."
Rosik explains slowly, like he's talking to a child and I begin rocking in response.
This isn't right.

Tentatively I feel Rosik slip his hands under my arms and lifting me as though I weigh nothing he forces me to stand in front of him.

I peek through my lashes and I groan as I find myself facing his broad, naked chest.

I notice various tattoo designs trailing his torso but I refuse to look down and decipher them.
Rosik will get the wrong idea.

"P-Please Rosik. I don't want to do this!" I attempt one last time but Rosik simply sighs smiling softly at my forced submissive state and boops me on the nose before frantically undoing the front of my dress.

I try to step back, I try to use my good hand to shove him away but my movements are too slow and weak to deter him.
In far too little time I'm standing in front of him in only the 'gifted' white thong and my bra which has managed to survive this whole ordeal.

My cheeks inflame as I feel Rosiks gaze travel down every inch of my skin.
He pushes me back onto the toilet seat to undo my shoes and socks and each time I try to kick out he catches my ankle and squeezes tight.

"Kitty I have seen you in your underwear before, it's not a big deal." Rosik tries to calm me but my chest continues to heave as I struggle to control myself.

"Did you do anything when you first changed me?!" I squeak out and Rosik lifts my shaking body into a tight hug, my hot flesh nearly simmering as it meets his naked form.

"I kept your underwear in place, I just had a little feel." Rosik whispers and to provide an example I feel him slither his hand up to my right breast and squeeze it through the bra, causing me to yelp.

"Can we please just take the shower!"
I rush out and try to shove Rosiks thick body away from me, even an inch will do, I just need space.

"Of course we can Kitty. But we need your underwear off." I close my eyes once more and allow my tears to drip onto Rosiks chest.

I shake my head once and remain stiff, I'm not going to do it.

Rosik feels myself putting my figurative foot down and wastes no time in spinning me around and forcing the thin strips of material off my body.

I scream out and struggle, my naked back now pressed against Rosiks front.

I try to arch my back to unglue our bodies but the groan that produces from Rosik quickly stills my movement.

Rosik attempts to slide his hand up over my ribs and rests his meaty paws on either side of my breasts, skimming my side boobs with his thumbs.
I shiver and attempt to cover up my most hidden parts as best as possible and remain still.

A sudden bang on the wall breaks this wrongfully intimate moment and we both jump and unconsciously rub against each other.

"Don't fucking spoil the goods Rosik!" Axel yells out and I'm assuming that it's his room that is on the opposite side of us and for once his presence is a welcome surprise.

Axel instantly shifts the mood of the steamy bathroom and I sigh as Rosik takes two hurried steps back, shaking off his lust.

"Get in the shower." Rosik commands gruffly and his accent is so thick that I can barely understand him.

I don't want him losing control again so I slowly shuffle towards the shower, keeping my back to him and finally allow my body to slip in under the warm water, fighting the urge to relax.

I hope and even pray that Rosik decides to leave me alone.
Not trusting himself to hold back and leaves me to a peaceful shower but I should know by now that nothing ever goes my way.

Rosik manoeuvres himself into the shower behind me and I'm forced to just about dunk my head under the spluttering water just to ensure that I'm not touching a single part of him.

"Shh it's fine. I'm fine." Rosik murmurs and with the mixture of the steam making me dizzy and the adrenaline wearing off, my weak body puts up very little fight as I'm pulled back from the water and held lightly against Rosiks wet form.

I ignore every part of him sticking to me to the best of my ability including the thing sticking me in the small of my back.

"I just want to bond with you. I won't have sex with you, I know you're not ready yet." Rosik attempts to soothe but his words just fill me with more fear.

When is he going to determine that I'm ready to have sex?

"I don't trust you." I grit out, my tears being stripped away by the water and for the first time since entering this room I feel the familiar sense of anger fill me and I'm glad, drawing strength from that.

"That's why we are doing this! To gain trust." Rosik explains happily thinking that he is finally getting through to me and he even attempts to turn me around but I manage to remain rooted to the spot, thankfully not slipping on the wet floor.

"I am not going to be a guinea pig to test your self control on. Back off."
My words are heavy and dark and my good arm tightens around my body while my injured one is lightly pressed against my lower regions.

Rosik can't see me even if he peeks over my shoulder and the thought brings me a small sense of comfort.

"Don't make me go and get my knife Kitty." Rosik whispers into my wet hair and I shudder as I feel a twitch by my back.

I fight the urge to lose my anger and submit to fear.
Feeling like a puppet with tight strings slicing into me I keep my eyes and head high as I slowly, awkwardly turn while stepping further under the water.

I hold Rosiks stare which is playful yet equally as dark as mine and my eyes silently dare him to do anything but look at my face.

Rosik smirks, understanding filling them yet he ignores my warning and allows his hot gaze to dip lower and take in the skin that I can't hide.

I kick him in the shin, not nearly as hard as I'd like but it still does his job as his eyes dart back up to mine and he places either hand on my shoulder.

"Now put your hands on my shoulders." Rosik whispers and I arch my eyebrow and give him my most powerful 'fuck you' look to date.

Rosik scoffs thoroughly enjoying himself while I remain so tense that my muscles begin to ache.

"I promise that I won't have sex with you tonight." Rosik mumbles and I shiver despite the warm water.

"There is a lot of steps leading up to sex. I'm not stupid Rosik and I don't want to partake in single one of them." I spit out as my hair grows dense with water and sticks to my cheeks.
Rosik attempts to brush the strands aside but I turn my face away from his touch.

"I can always go back next door and show Eric some tips that include your cousin." Rosik acidly whispers and my heart skips a beat.

"Fuck you! She's a fucking child you sick freak!" I burst out, my cheeks turning crimson and without thinking I lift my arms and hit his chest sharply.

Well one arm hits sharply, the other attempts and then backfires as pain shoots up my arm.
Rosik grabs my arms, once again not being careful in the slightest towards my injury and forces them onto his shoulders.

"You know originally we were just going to take your cousins. You weren't part of the plan when we saw you, you're older than what most of the bidders want." At this I shudder, how on earth is eighteen considered too old?!
How young are these predators going?

"But when I saw you I knew that we had to have you.. That I had to have you. Of course once we found out you were a virgin you raised your price significantly and don't get me started on your looks." Rosik gushes and my eyes water once more.

Surely he doesn't think that he's complimenting me right now.

"Everything you did or said just made me fall for you harder. I craved your hits because it meant that I could feel your touch. I thought that as you became more and more attractive to me that I would grow happier but instead I'm finding myself growing more and more possessive each day.."
I suddenly wish that Rosik wasn't looking into my eyes so deeply as they pin me in place and my mouth grows dry.

"I-I'm not an object and I don't feel the same way Rosik. You know this." I whisper, extremely frightened and Rosiks hands grow heavier on my shoulders.

"I know that you don't feel the same way yet. Soon we'll be able to live our own life together, away from everything." Rosiks delusion is spiralling and my ears begin to ring as panic clogs my senses.

He is actually insane.

"You won't even miss your cousin once we begin a family of our own." At this I jump and attempt to step back, I'd rather drown under the water than this but it backfires as Rosiks spell is broken and his eye-contact is drawn to my body.

His eyes widen as they take in my form and before I have a chance to shield myself Rosik grasps my arms and keeps them stiffly by my sides.

"I-I just want to look." Rosik whispers gruffly and I squirm and start insulting him as my body is subjected to his scrutiny.

I have never felt this exposed or violated in my entire life, I would much rather be beaten to a bloody pulp than ever re-live this moment.

"Axel is wrong, I wouldn't spoil the goods.. I'd spoil you good."
Rosiks words cause me to actually gag and I turn my head and stare at the tiled wall for comfort.

But the tile remains cold and unwelcoming so all I can do is begin to weep uncontrollably.
We remain like this for a countless amount of seconds, my shaking only worsening as the pain in my wrist flares up again.

Finally I feel Rosik release my wrists as he reaches his perverted fill and I eagerly hide my body and turn my back.

"I-I'll go get our clothes, you can finish your shower but don't be any longer than ten minutes or else I'll come back in." Rosik quickly instructs before I hear him stumble out of the shower and out the door, slamming it shut and most likely leaving wet footprints in his wake.

On autopilot I slowly turn and stepping out of the shower I waste no time in pulling the fragile lock in place.
It may not do much but it makes my fragile body feel an inkling of security and I need that right now.

I stare at the shower and attempt to step back under the water but my body breaks out in goosebumps.

Using the sound of the shower to mask any sound I lunge towards the toilet and vomit up the food that I had treasured earlier.
I feel nothing but shame as I flush it away and stand in front of the foggy mirror.

I consider wiping away the fog and giving myself a pep talk but I simply can't manage it.

So with the shower still running and my body still shaking the most I can do is wrap a towel around my body and curl up on the floor, sobbing silently and hitting my head repeatedly against the wall.

Why is there never anybody to help me?

Why am I always so alone?

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