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Trouble in the King's Court

Chapter 15

"You're never going to stop, are you? This needs to end!" Kristina yelled.

Henrik found out where they were all staying in Greece and hatched a plan to get the woman he wanted, back and into his grip for good. He couldn't nor wouldn't let Aly out of his sight again and was going to make sure no one could stop that.

"Aw, but Krissy. Look. She's so pretty and beautiful. How could I not want her?" Henrik asked with a naughty grin on his face. He pulled Aly's hair and she faintly squealed, as he covered her mouth to stop her from fighting him.

"Hank, no! This ends NOW! Let her go!" Kristina demanded.

Henrik stood Aly up and shoved her towards the door, "You'll never find us." He slammed the door and they vanished into thin air.

Kristina grabbed her phone and facetimed Carl, "Babe!"

"Sweetie, what's wrong? You look flushed!" Carl worried.

Kristina cried, "Henrik found us. He took Aly. He threatened me if I didn't let her go. He wouldn't tell me where they went."

"What!?" Chris shouted from the background.

"Okay, okay. We're coming back to the hotel now! Stay safe and lock up!" Carl instructed.

Kristina paced around the hotel room. Carl and Chris got back ten minutes later. She ran to Carl and cried in his arms, "I'm so sorry. I tried to stop him."

"It's okay. We'll put an end to this and he'll go away for good. We will find them," Carl said.

Chris was visibly angry, "I'm gonna kill that fucker! My girlfriend is pregnant and he does this shit again!"

Kristina looked up, "Oh my god, the baby. We NEED to find them more than ever!"

In an old barn outside town at an abandoned farm, Aly was standing directly in the middle. Her wrists were tied to a beam above her head and she was fighting to get out. She looked down as Henrik bound her ankles, "Please Hank, don't do this. Please."

"There, nice and snug. You're not leaving this time. I can't have my true love go," Hank stated, standing up and stroking her cheek.

Tears fell down her face, "Hank, this isn't you. This needs to stop now. Untie me and let me go to my friends and boyfriend. I don't want you."

Henrik grabbed her face in anger, "Don't you dare deny me. Everyone wants me. Who doesn't want Henrik Lundqvist!?"

"Me! Now, let me the fuck out of here!" Aly screamed, shaking his hand off her.

Henrik got furious, "You fucking little bitch! You just ruined everything now!" He slapped her, forcing blood to come from her bottom lip before re-taping her mouth shut and leaving her. She struggled so hard to either loosen the ropes or cut it on a rusty nail that was near the top knot.

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A few hours pass and Henrik returns to the barn with food, water, a blanket and a pillow. He saw she was sleeping and tapped under her chin to awaken her, "Hey sleepyhead."

Aly got scared and started to fight more. She looked at him with a fear in her eye. He made a motion for her not to scream and she nodded in agreement. Once he removed the tape again, she panted and gasped, "Oh my god. What the fuck, man!?"

"I need you to be a good girl. If you keep misbehaving, this will happen. Now, I brought you dinner. You better fuel up for tomorrow," Hank said.

"W-What's tomorrow?" Aly weakly asked.

Henrik stroked her hair, "I got us a private flight back to Sweden. You're coming home with me."

Would Aly be forced to go? Can Carl, Kristina and Chris find her in time?

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