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''Harley!'' Evelyn's voice cracked, holding her daughter in her arms. ''Please wake up, dear.'' Tears whirled through her head. The bright red forthy blood was pulsating from her stomach. If the blood flow doesn't stop, her daughter will eventually lose herself. Evelyn tore her dress and draped it around Harley's waist as a protective defense to prevent more blood from coming out. Fredrick's tears spilled over and flowed down his face when he looked at his daughter's face turning pale.
''We need to take her to the hospital as soon as possible.'' Then, as Evelyn said, Fredrick gently lifted Harley and ordered the armed men. ''I want those bastards alive.'' He said before storming out of the place carrying his daughter. Torture was the only emotion maddening in his mind.
''Yes, sir!'' The armed men sternly nodded, and once they were out of sight, their quest to the hunt began.
