Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 1

Toni's POV

My eyelids feel heavy when I finally wake up and try to open my eyes. All I can hear is someone's breathing... or is it my own? I lift my head up but soon after it I hit it, looks like I'm tied to something behind me. Wait. TIED TO SOMETHING BEHIND ME? As I come to my senses I try to move my legs, I figure out I'm actually sitting down, on a hard, cold surface. And my hands are tied behind me. I can smell blood on my face, I can even feel it dripping down. It's coming from my forehead. I finally look up and-

"Wasn't your own breathing after all, huh?"
"How-"
"You were thinking out loud..."

My vision's still blurry, but I see a tall figure in front of me. It's a girl. She has long slim legs and she's wearing boots and jeans. As she got a bit closer to me, I saw she head long, red hair. She must be trapped here, like me. She needs to untie me so we can escape!

"H-Help me untie this and we can-"
Suddenly she's holding a not so long but sharp knife.

"Poor fool." She pulls me up harshly, and since I can't see well at the moment, I focus on hearing and smelling. And since we are so close, I can smell her perfume. But what frightens me is that the smell of blood is getting stronger. For a bliss moment, I try to concentrate on the girl, that is so much taller than me. I see her chest, she's wearing a lacy push up top? And her skin has no wrinkles, it's pale and smooth, she must be young.

"You, ma chérie, are worth billions. Are you aware of that?" She finally speaks. Her voice is gentle with a deep undertone. If she wasn't holding me by my throat, I wouldn't be scared at all.

"What do you mean?" My voice is so shaky and weak, I bet she thinks I'm pathetic.
"Mommy and daddy are gonna be so relieved when they find out you're alive, they will be willing to pay any amount of money..."
She talks slowly, gliding a knife all over me. Now I understand! I'm kidnapped, and they're gonna use me to get the money. This may be a bad timing to tell her this, but I have a feeling I'm gonna die anyways.

"I haven't talked to my parents, in two years. They don't care. You won't get a single cent from them. I'm sorry..." I kinda feel proud for being so brave, but once I see the way her eyes widen... She starts having this panic attack and I can hear her yelling at someone, but I pass out...

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"Wake up bitch!" I feel a fist flying through my cheek, I wake up immediately but start crying. I feel so overwhelmed.

"I'm gonna kill you, I'm going to abuse you physically, sexually and emotionally. Do you understand me?!"
"What have I done to you?!" I cried out.
"I love killing the innocent." She whispers in my ear.
"Now deal with this." She punches me hard again and stab my thigh with the knife.
"AH! No! Please!" I start crying uncontrollably and try to look away, but she forces me to face her.
"You're dead."
"Please just kill me! I can't deal with this! PLEASE!"
"Is that what you want?"
"I beg you...Please."
"Where's the fun, Antoinette? Why don't we try something else huh? I'm gonna come down here everyday, and beat the fuck out of you, and we'll see how long are you gonna last. In the end, you'll be looking like them."
She turns her head to the side, I follow her gaze. In the corner, there are for bodies, in bags. It's all just too much for me.

"HELP!" I scream but she puts me to sleep with a punch across my face.
"Shut up bitch." She calmly says before swinging, and that's the last thing I see.