Cheryl POV
In his arms, he held me firmly while he passed around the monstrous men who worked for him. Finn ascended the first staircase to the second, and I immediately knew where we were headed.
He was taking me to the third floor, to the room I had been afraid of, but at that moment, I didn't care. If I was really safe the way I felt in his arms, then I care-less where he was taking me.
I noticed he was struggling to subjugate the pain, but he softly winced with each step he took. I saw his countenance growing more distressing. I had hurt him, yet he was protecting me?
Why?
When he got to his studio, it was bright, just like the halls were. The luminance was effective to my eyes ever since Finn brought me out from my hell.
He took me straight to the bathroom. I wished I underst
