The grip of his fingertips vanished as the cup in Harry's hand slipped and shattered upon impact with the ground and shards of sharp glass sprayed the floor. Damon just chuckled.

Damon stood in front of Harry, and said boldly, "If you even think of doing anything I'll let Cheryl shoot her leg."

Harry's blood went cold from the blind terror. The color drained from his face. Damon smiled at Harry's fear-stricken face. He turned around to face Davina, his cold blue eyes ablaze.

"Honey, I obviously don't want you to suffer so let's play a game." He challenged

"A game?" Davina retorted.

"I think you're the only person who would still be snappy with a fucking gun pointed to her head. I love that fire." Cheryl said, every word dripping in sarcasm.

"Okay so I'm going to ask you two some questions and if the answer is right I'll consider letting her go, if not" he paused as a smile grew on his face. "Well let's just say you both will be losing a lot of money or my girlfriend will be taking a trip to the hospital tomorrow."

"Why are you so disobedient with me?" He asked.

"Because you disrespected me."

"Wrong answer honey. You should have apologized." Damon stealthily took a pocket knife out of his pocket. He gave a reprimanding look at Harry who snarled at him.

"Let her go."

"Oh let me have my fun you killjoy." In a quick action he turned around and slashed Davina's thigh. Davina screamed loudly. It boiled his blood. Harry came closer to Damon but retreated when Cheryl prodded the gun at her head harder. A stream of blood spilled down her leg, the redness bright against her dark golden skin.

Damon continued to ask questions. He asked another three. Two of which she got right and one wrong one. Her punishment was that he was going to take more money from her account.

"Damon, I'm bored. Can we just go." Cheryl said pleadingly.

Although she was annoying, Davina honestly felt a little bad for her. She was also being manipulated by Damon. Cheryl was trapped deeper than her.

"Shut up. We're almost done. I think it's time to interrogate Harry." Harry was completely silent but inside he was screaming. All he wanted to do was get her out of here. His mind was racing trying to figure out how to get her out. He didn't even hear the question until Damon called his name twice.

"Harry, did you love her even when we were in a relationship?"

"Leave him alone." Davina threatened. Damon shushed her.

"Only a-as a friend of course." He lied hesitantly. Being that he was nervous, the lie seemed even less convincing. Harry didn't realize it back when she was dating him, but now looking back he knew for sure that he was in love with her.

Damon began pacing the floor while peering at the ground. "I don't really like that answer." He singsonged. "I should be the only man in her life. It's called a relationship for a reason. Meaning just me and her and no one else." Harry peered up at Davina and almost smiled.

Cheryl was distracted, out of boredom probably. She was looking down picking at her nails while aiming the gun lazily at Davina's head. Damon was still pacing the floor.

"Damon, I never interfered in your relationship." Harry said to distract him. It was now or never.

Harry looked right at Davina and mouthed the words, "Do you trust me?" She slowly nodded as she read his lips. "On three" He whispered. She understood what she had to do. Davina spoke up to defend Harry's claim to get Damon to look at her. Davina looked at Cheryl then at Damon as she balled her hands into fists.

"One" Damon was coming closer to the point where he'd be right in between them. Then he would surely see Harry's communication with her.

"Two" He was approaching even closer.

"Three" 

With a hand over her fist Davina ducked down and elbowed Cheryl in a quick flash while Harry pounced onto Damon, his raw, undiluted anger pouring out of his veins as he landed on him. Davina limped away from Cheryl as her gun clanged to the ground. The cut burned but it wasn't too bad.

Harry and Damon started throwing punches at each other as Cheryl chased after Davina. Both girls started circling each other.

"You know we don't have to fight." Davina said.

"You're funny." She said as she aimed a punch at Davina. Harry and Damon were screaming at each other as they fought. Davina expertly ducked and parried whatever Cheryl blew her way. At this moment, Davina had immense gratitude for her tennis coach for forcing her to workout every day.

Cheryl attempted to elbow her, but Davina quickly ducked. She grunted in pain. The cut on her thigh had begun clotting but the bending ripped the cut open again and blood became gushing out. The cut burned more now.

In that moment under pain, Cheryl seized the moment and picked up the gun from the floor. She aimed it right at Davina's face. Davina froze. She heard Harry screaming at her but it felt as if he was a mile away. Blood was rushing through her head as the terror coursed through her veins.