The third point of view:
Where was she? Was the first question in Cecil's mind when she awoke to see herself in an unfamiliar room. The last thing she remembered was she trying to pull Pedro into the house.
"That bastard!" her fists clenched by her side unknowingly, great anger pulsing through her, having remembered the events that occurred now.
Cecil had put up a tough fight when Fernandez's men tried to seize Pedro. She had grabbed the floor vase by her side and jabbed it on the head of the first man, blood trickled down the victim's head. The second one who came was kicked in the place where the sun never shines and that was when Fernandez realized she was dead serious; no one was touching her son.
"Fine, you should come along too. I'll have great use for you," He said nonchalantly as if she were some sort of object and not a human being with rights.
