I came to and fro a few times. Sometimes, in waves of agonising pain. Sending shocks and throbs all throughout my body. I would struggle to breathe, clenching at my shoulder. The world around me warped and shuddered. At one point, I was in a car. There were shouts all around me. 

I was struggling to come to, the waves so sharp that I'd fall back under. All I could do was bite down sobs and focus on breathing. Relying on the hope that the people around me were merciful enough to not inflict any further pain. 

I was going somewhere. That much, I could be certain of. The van would rustle and shake. Sharp orders would be shouted out, occasionally swearing. My cheeks were sticky with tears, wether from the pain or what I'd seen, I wasn't sure. 

I woke up, on my back. I was looking up at the interior of a van. Dark figures moved around me. One looked down at me with a particular sense of disgust.

"Put her under," Their words swirled around me, my vision fading into clarity.

I was seized suddenly. To say that I fought back would be a gross overstatement. My muscles seized up but were rather limp from whatever happened earlier. Could I raise my hand? I couldn't feel it. My mouth was seized and held open. At that, I did my best to raise a hand to fight back. But their grip was immovable. They slid in a lukewarm liquid, letting it slosh down my throat. I instantly went to splutter it out. But the man held my mouth closed.

I dragged in a breath through my nose. The attacker shifted his weight so that his knee was on my chest and his mouth held shut with one of his hands. He clenched my nose shut.

I screamed, a muffled noise. I reached out, swinging my hands back and forth in an attempt to hit something, anything. I managed to hit the end of someone's nose and palm a shin with the flatter part of my hand. My vision was blurring. I was fighting for my life. I needed to get out of here! Whatever I could-.

And then it happened again. The weak feeling. This time it was slightly different. Before, I had absolutely no control over my limbs, accompanied with waves of pain. This time, it was quieter and dizzier. My limbs locking up. Whatever defence I had up, completely faltered.

I could see the figure moving back. He could stand triumphantly over me. I was completely helpless, only able to watch him step back.

"Is she good?" I heard another voice distantly.

"Yeah, she won't be worrying us for a while," I heard the chuckle as my vision swam and blurred out. 

This time, it was a deeper swim. I wasn't too familiar with what swimming felt like. However, this type was more of a drowning. I was struggling to reach the surface. It was constantly out of my reach. All I could do was let the current take me where it may. 

I remember the feeling of blurring in and out of focus. I remember the feeling of being carried, not out of the car but through a few rooms. The lights of the ceiling make delicate snail trails across my vision. I remember seeing a blurred image of myself in the ceiling mirror. 

It must be a nice house, I thought to myself.

I remember the feeling of sheets underneath me. They rustle beside me. A hand cupped my face. 

Go to sleep Cas, I thought, smiling into the kiss that he planted on my lips. It replied with a deeper, rougher response. The weight of the bed suddenly shifting. 

I couldn't speak, falling under once again. 

When I awoke again, it'd been some time later. My head was still dizzy and my muscles ached.

"Sofia?" I heard a voice ask, cupping my hand in theirs.

"What happened?" I mumbled, my words falling out of their own accord. I was still focusing on getting my eyelids working. 

"Shush, it's okay," The voice was smooth, tracing across my hand. 

"Where am I?" I murmured, fighting my eyelids.

"With me," His voice was cool. I was able to look up at him.

There he was, sitting over me with a triumphant look on his face. His eyes were as clear as ever. He had a little more stubble than when I'd last seen him. It gave him a more rugged look. 

"Alek," I hissed, wrenching my whole body away from him. I threw myself back onto what seemed to be a bed. 

"Sofia please," Alek sighed. It took everything I had not to throw up on him right then and there. A splitting headache crossed my forehead and my vision blurred. There was another figure behind Alek.

"She needs to be checked for a concussion, sir," The other figure murmured. 

"Not right now," Alek ground out, "can you, give us a few moments?"

The figure paused, before moving away. A click of the door. The two of us were alone. All I could think about was the world spinning beneath my nose. I clenched my eyes shut, then opened them when that seemed worse.

"Are you, okay?" Alek asked slowly. 

"What did you do to me?" I mumbled, arcs of pain crossing across my forehead.

"You were given a sedative," Alek muttered, "and were tased, and you might have a concussion,"

I couldn't bring myself to say anything.

"How are you feeling?" 

"Terrible," I managed, "where am I?" 

"Not for now," Alek murmured, "here's some food,"

I looked at it, a small tray of assorted fruits and crackers. 

"Is it drugged too?"

Alek snickered, shaking his head, "No, no more of that,"

"Then why was it necessary before?" I hissed. 

Alek was silent, sitting and watching me quietly. 

"I'm sorry," He confessed, "it was a necessary part to bring you here,"

"Me where?" I scowled. I probably looked like a crazed mess. With my hair falling out, my makeup smudged beyond repair. No wonder Alek was taking his time answering my questions. 

"I want to get your proper thoughts," Alek breathed out, "Sofia, I've done well in this organisation. I've worked my way up. Sofia, I'm valued here,"

"And what for?" I wanted to cry, but I'd run out of tears to shed. I wanted to sleep, but fury was still moving through my veins.

"I want you to marry me Sofia," Alek stood, lowering himself to the floor, "I know you've always wanted to, ever since we were children. I want to fulfil that to you. To protect you, forever and ever,"

If I wasn't tied up in sheets and in my own wedding dress with drugs still swirling through my brain, I probably would've yelled at him. However, in this moment, all I could do was think about Cas.

Cas, the man with the sea coloured eyes. Cas, the one who encouraged me to explore new beginnings and cross to lands that I'd never yet travelled to. Cas, the one who protected me, who held me, who fought for me. Cas, who respected me enough to let me join him on espionage missions. Cas, the one who I'd sworn my life to, only yesterday.

And now he was dead.

"I am married," I spat, fresh tears spilling down my cheeks. 

Alek's face hardened. He stood, looking over me lustfully once more. He searched my face, looking for the most painful thing to say.

"Not anymore,"