Third person's POV:

"Make up?" Fiona scoffed in disbelief.

"How are you going to make up? You think that I am some kind of damaged electronic product that you will repair me and I will be all better, shiny and perfect?"

"No you are wrong. I am broken beyond repair. I am so torn that even God will be shocked to see me like this. So, you can't make up. Now, you can do one thing and but I doubt if it may lessen the infinite burden of sin. You took everything from me, broke me, you almost squeezed the soul out of me and succeeded in taking revenge. Now let me go." Fiona said.

"I can't let you go Fiona, but I will do everything in my power to make it up to you, to make you happy." Adam grabbed her both arms.

"Make me happy? But I believe that you don’t know anything beside killing and torturing people. You are a sick monster!" She yelled.

Adam clenched his jaw and automatically his grip tightened on her arms, but not to the point that it might hurt.

"I don't know how to make someone happy. It's true. But I will learn it for you. To make you happy." He responded.

"Why do you care about me all of a sudden. Is your guilty conscience awakened?" She mocked him.

Adam was never talked to like this, this disrespect almost made him want to snap. But closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and calmed himself.

"Whatever done is done. It can't be undone. But if I could, I would do everything to change everything. But it's impossible. So, at least me taje care of you." Adam offered.

Fiona who was calm so far, instantly landed a slap on his face.

"Fucking bastard! Who do you think you are? You ruined me and now you want to take care of me? To become the mighty Knight in a shining armor? You are responsible for all this. Had you not kidnapped me, play this horrific game of revenge, my life would never turn into like this. I had studies. I had my friends, even a loving boyfriend whom I hoped to marry someday and have my children. But, you!" She shouted.

"You destroyed my life. I would rather die than let you take care of me, you bloody insect of hell!" Fiona landed another slap on the same cheek of his face, then raised her hand again but this time Adam caught her hand.

"You are the first person who can get away after laying his/her hand on me." Adam said in a hard tone.

"Get away?" Fiona retorted.

"You must have a memory loss or else you couldn't say that I got away. You ruined me when I was completely innocent. If anyone is getting away, it's you, not me. If I could, I would kill you. But again, the blood of a lowly person like you will dirty my hand. You are so hateful that I feel disgusted breathing in the same air as you!" She seethed.

"You know that one day you told me that your mom was tortured before your eyes and killed herself one day? At that time, I felt sorry for you. But not anymore. When I got to know that I was pregnant, I couldn’t believe at first. I cried a lot thinking that fate must be playing cruel joke on me, I escaped from this place. Just to save my child. But I couldn’t save her. Dev called you, I told you that I was pregnant but you didn't believe. Now, when I think about it, you are wholly responsible for me my condition condition. You are no better than the person who tortured your mother." Fiona opined.

Adam gulped hard, he could see the horrific memory of his childhood flashing before his eyes.

"Fiona, you want or not, you won't be leaving here. You want or not, I will make it up to you, I will give your life back to you. That would be my only way to redemption." Adam asserted.

Fiona stared at him for a second, widening her eyes.

"Oh, then its all about redemption. How can you be so insensitive? How can you still dare to force your decisions on me in the name of care, making up and redemption? You are unbelievable! Do you think that I am your pet?" Fiona rebuked.

"I know you wouldn’t believe me if I say whatever you have lost, I lost as well." Adam uttered lowly.

"Don't make me laugh, what can you lose out of these? Out of all these, if anyone is lost, it's me!" Fiona pointed her index finger at herself.

"I lost too, I lost you."

"Have you gone mad or pretending to be one? You never had me in the first place. I wasn’t your lover, neither your wife. You are a fucked up mental case who kidnapped me. Don’t claim that you lost me.” Fiona clarified.

“May be you are true. You never were mine but it doesn’t mean I can’t make you mine now.” Adam coaxed.

“You have gone mad!” Speaking, Fiona released his grip from her body and walked out of the door. Brian was still standing outside and Zack was with him too.

“Did he try to do anything to you, dear? Are you alright, dear?” Brian queried concerned.

“I am fine, dad. But I am feeling tired.” Fiona felt dizzy and about to fall, and then Brian caught her and quickly took her in her room and laid her on the bed.

“What happened to my Fio, Dad? Why she fainted?” Zack cried.

“Fio wake up!” He cried. Brian consoled his son and quickly called Dr. O’neil.

“She passed out due to anxiety and stress. The disclosure of the fact that she can’t become a mother again was pretty shocking to her. Moreover, what conversation she had with Mr. Knight, I am sure wasn’t any good for her.” Dr. O’neil stated the obvious.

“Don’t worry, she will be fine.” He said.

Adam entered Fiona’s room and saw her lying on the bed. He rushed to her side.

“What’s wrong with her? She was fine a minute ago.” Adam questioned.

“For God sake, either let us go from here or you don’t show your face to us. You won’t stop until my poor daughter dies, will you?” Brian yelled.

“Mind your tongue. I am letting it go now because she is sick.” Adam warned him.

“From today, I will take care of her. She will be staying with me in my room!” Adam informed and bend over the bed to carry Fiona on his arms.

“Fucking crazy, you need treatment first. She will never want to stay with you. Don’t touch her. She can’t bear the sight of you!” Brian protested, stopping him.

Little boy Zack did something unexpected now. He kneeled before Adam and said, “Sir, please let go of my sis. She is very sick. Just let her go. We will go from here. But please don’t hurt her. She cries every night. She can’t sleep, she doesn’t tell me stories at night. Please hurt me but don’t hurt her.” Tears flowed from his eyes.

Adam was stunned.

“Please hurt me. But don’t hurt her. Please let go of my mom.”

A horrific memory replayed before his eyes where a seven years old boy was trying to save her mother, betting his life to save her. Suddenly, Adam felt extremely suffocated in that room. He could see his pathetic seven years old self in the little boy. Without wasting a minute, Adam left the room and went to his mini personal bar.

Two days later,

Tap!

A loud sound of slap heard in Adam’s study. Adam called Brian in his study to discuss about something.

“I will rather kill my daughter with my bare hand before handing her to you! How dare you!” Brian’s voice reached the octave, veins of his forehead popped out. He just slapped Adam.