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What on Earth had you let Steve Harrington drag you into now?

The soft hum of the lights above your head were the only sounds in the room, apart from your labored breathing. Occasionally, a scream you could identify as Steve’s would ring out, and you’d wince. You’d given up on trying to break yourself free of your restraints a long time ago.

It had been a while since you’d heard Steve. Fear instantly coursed through you. He wasn’t… no. That was stupid. They wouldn’t kill him. They wouldn’t. Right?

All of a sudden, the door opening caught your attention. Two burly Russian men came into the room. They were eerily silent as they watched you. It didn’t take them long to get down to business. In a flash, your head was held firm by one of them, a blindfold tied around your eyes by the other.

It didn’t matter how much you kicked or screamed. Grabbing the back of the chair you were tied to, the men dragged you out of your holding room. The walk was short, barely going more than a few feet before you felt yourself be pulled into another room.

Your foot connected with something solid, an almost comical “oomph” sound coming from the man you had hit. In the next instant, pain seared across your cheek. They had slapped you, harder than they had before. You were sure it would leave a mark.

“Don’t touch her!” Steve’s voice came out of nowhere, feral in a way you’d never heard from him before.