Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 2

Toni's POV

As I'm slowly waking up, I see the red girl doing something to my head. Suddenly it hurts so bad that I wince and scream in pain.

"You're so damn loud when you wake up."
"Get away!" I screamed but immediately regret it since I'm feeling so weak.
"I don't want you dying from an infection."
"Then what do you want?!"
"Lower your voice." She whispers through gritted teeth and grabs my jaw, digging her nails into my skin.

"You know, when I first saw you, you looked like you're some stupid bitch depending on her parents for everything, turns out your parents literally don't give a shit about you! I could have taken billions!" As she was getting angrier she also hurt me more.

"But the good thing is, you, pretty little thing, are going to za be experimenting. I'm gonna see how long can you survive. You will be drugged, abused, I'm gonna make your life a living hell. Cause there's nothing I love more, than killing."
She whispers the last part in my ear, sending chills down my spine, and with that grin that grew as she was saying all that so passionately, I feel so scared.

"Open wide." She took something from her pocket, which finally made me look at her a little better. She had beautiful make up on, and she wore a short skirt, as she was kneeling down, I could even see under it. Suddenly she holds out a pill, in front of my mouth.

"Come on." She urged me like I was some kind of dog. I shake my head, not wanting to take it.

"I was hoping you'd do that, so I can do this."
She says before punching my face with the back of her hand. I can taste the blood in my mouth. I start crying.

"Please...please stop. It hurts so bad."
"How about this?"
She unlocks my hands and pulls me up.
"Fight me. Here. Take a knife. One cut and you're free. You loose, you swallow a pill."
I'm barely standing on my feet, my jeans are so dusty and ripped, even more than they were previously. I start to fall down but she catches me and pushes me back so hard, that I hit the wall, but I hold onto it. I start crying even more, like it will change anything. Finally I try my hardest to swing at her, but she easily misses it and pushes me again, against the wall.

"Try harder."

I try again but this time she kicks me with her knee, in my stomach. It makes me almost throw up, and fall to the ground. She levels with me and smiles a little. She's a psychopath.

Suddenly all the pain and tears turn into anger, and I spit blood at her face. I regret it moments later cause her face changed drastically. She was ready to kill me.

She grabs my hair and force a pill down my throat.

"It should react almost instantly, maybe then you won't feel pain." She was visibly frustrated.

As soon as I swallowed it, I felt so weird. It was different type of relaxed.

"Now tell me if you feel this." She slaps me across my face and unfortunately, I still feel pain. Tear rolls down my face, but she doesn't stop. I just counted every kick, slap, and punch. Finally she ripped off my top so I was left in my bra.

"No. Please just not that." I pleaded.
"Please, I'll do everything..." I couldn't hate her more for doing this to me. What causes such a nice looking girl to act like this?!

"You stupid bitch!" She suddenly screams and hits me with her phone. Every second, I'll pass out again, I feel blood dripping down my jaw. But I catch her stare. I saw a soul, in her eyes. She has the saddest eyes I've ever seen. It's like a slow motion, but I need to take a better look before I pass out, or even die at this point. I lift my hand and put it on her cheek, trying to hold it. She looked at me, lips apart, and this shocked stare. I can see sadness in her brown eyes. She's so close. I smile. This is a nice way to die, I thought to my self. As I slowly fall asleep, I see that she hasn't moved an inch, she's still in shock...