When the guy left exhaustion seemed to pile on Dallen, like years of working under stress was finally taking it's toll.

"Who was that!" She demanded in a sharp whisper.

"A very bad man." He got out.

"No, duhh.. I wasn't born yesterday." She said irratably.

"His name is shaunt, and he used to be a father figure to me."

She saw the hurt resolve of anger in his countenance as he started to explain. She was kind of surprised that he actually was telling her.

"Used to be?" She urged him on.

"It changed when he gave me as a decoy when The Orginazation was temporarily taken down by the country."

She asked another question with her eyes, surprised to find more out about him.

He chuckled darkly, "I really don't like the country, but at least they never betray you. Sending you off to be tortured in a Prison while they sit on their pile of cash that you worked your whole life to earn because we were 'partners' isn't part of their mantra. but it was his."
The words come out with venom coating every word.

In this moment Tylorie realized that even with all his strong exterior, Dallen really had a past he suffered from.

"Even knowing the evil they were, you returned to The Orginazation?" She really wondered at  this.

His dark chuckle returned, "When you escape from the most dangerous prison, there isn't very many places you can turn to."

Silence penetrated the room after, both of them deep in thought.

"It was never my plan to stay long. That's why I broke off after...  When I couldn't stand to be part of it longer."

She knew what he was about to refer to, 'after her'. She had been the turning point, the last tip of the scale.

"You knew they had me, why in the world would you let yourself get captured?" that detail really didn't make sense to her.

"It was supposed to be a trade." was all he said.

When his words registered in her mind she let out an amused snort, "And he trusted that? You would think he had more sense." She didn't say it out loud, knowing it would only frustrate him more.

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They had taken Dallen a few hours earlier, Tylorie was starting to think the worst.

They wouldn't kill him, would they? Torture was one thing, torture was expected, but death?

She doubted they would kill their play thing the first time round... But as the hours ticked by she worried more and more, the fear pounding in her chest.

She had been in tough scrapes before but had always managed to get out of them, she was still alive and breathing. But she had never had to worry about someone other than her, this was worse than any torture she had ever experienced.