Pleasing

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JENNIFER POV

  I wake up with a ping. As if two people rang those triangular instruments into my ear. I hiss waking up automatically blinded by light. I see I'm in a soft bed, not my bed, not marcels. Where am I?

  I see me wearing the same clothing I wore whenever I was last at Marcels. I quickly get up and open the door. Locked. Okay...

No panicking! It's fine.. maybe he locked it in safety. But I hate being limited!

  I check the bathroom door. Locked. I check the windows. Locked. No phone, no food, just a bed in a fancy room. The painting were all the stereotypical ones. Old, based off white men who were extremely ugly with mop hair.
    I sigh and sit back into bed. Hungry. Bored. Scared.

I close my eyes and quickly replay Marcels words in my head taking sharp yet shaky breathes. My head pounds as tears come down. Stop. Being. A. Baby! I open my eyes and quickly wipe my tears. No! I have nothing to cry over. No one has harmed!
      I bang on the doors and ask someone to open it, but I got nothing, I check the clock. 9:43 AM

  A smirk appears on my face. Bobby pin.

I take it out of my curled hair and jam it into the lock. I concentrate slowly and soon got it. I look into the bathroom first. Ouhh.. the metal bar to the towel hanger was falling off. One pull and I can have it!
   I quickly yet gently without making noise grab it off the wall and one clink it's off!

   My feet quickly bring me to the door looking under the door, no feet. No sound. Nothing. I unlock the door and look out behind the door incase. Clear. I sigh and check both sides of the hallway. I make a run for the hallway with more light making sure to be quiet. I check both corners and see a door leading outside.

   I stop hearing voices. Okay a kitchen on my left. I slowly peak my head. My phone! I look around seeing no one around so I quickly grab it and run into a random room. Random closet.
    Okay okay... only 2 days. IVE BEEN OUT FOR 2 DAYS!

  I quickly dial Marcel and it was quick to answer but the door opens seeing a random man. Tall. Huff. Scary looking. Deep accent. Harsh stare. Harsh hold!
   I scream at the top of my lungs.

  I scream for Marcel but soon I was taken and so was my phone. I bang the man with the metal piece, but he only shoved it out my hand. I weep and plead. "Boss." I hear and I snap my head around seeing a chilling guy.
   The scary person ties me into the chair across from my and I glare. My eyebrows furrow of worry and my vision gets blurry. "So, you got out.." the guy asks staring at me. "Who are you? W-what you want? I will give y-you anything! If I stole something I-I am SO sorry! B-But I doubt it's anything worth killing me for! I- I want to- live!" I croak out shaking my head rambling.

  "Gosh Marcel caught him a cute one." He chuckles to a guy coming in. Sharp jaw, tall, not as muscled, long hair like Marcel... old looking. "Indeed." He smirks at me. Marcel!!!

   "We came for the necklace or... we got you for the necklace. Now we kill you if you don't tell us or you tell us and we still kill you." He smiles and my eyes widen. "That-that's not fair! All because of a necklace! What?" My voice screeches. "If marcel wasn't on my back over it... trying to get it as well we wouldn't have this problem. Marcel was using you to get to the necklace. That time he found out your birthday... a point closer to the necklace. Him asking what gifts you got.. a point closer." The older guy sighs. False sympathy.

  My head shakes and I look away. He wouldn't do that to me. No way.

  "We know what you're thinking. But it's the truth. Marcel only cares about himself. You should be used to it. So, give us what we want." He shrugs and I frown. My heartbeat quickens and so does my breathing. No. No! No no..

   Not him. Not marcel. Not them too! Why is everyone lying to me? I didn't do anything wrong!

  I choke out a sob.

I did nothing...

Everyone left me or used me. Never getting anything in return. I don't get it... I try so hard for people.

And this is how I die?

I shake my head and sigh.

  "I-I don't even care anymore. It's at my apartment a-and in a box, white, small, I-it's in there. C-Candice gave it to m-me. I don't even want it n-not from a rapist..." I say silently crying.

My heart sunk down my body hitting the floor. No one cares about me. I look up at them and they just left me.

So, I sat there for hours silently crying. Silently begging. Pleading. For peace. With me. Inner me.
     I'm meant to give not get. Get used to it. Don't be a baby! That's what is wrong with you! You're a big baby for no reason! No one wants to be a friend with a cry baby. And that's what. You. Are!

Die already.

The guy comes back, and I sigh. He sits in-front of me.
Sighing. "You ready?" he smiles, and I shrug looking down not even caring. The gun clicks.

My head snaps up hearing doors open. He groans getting up shoving me aside. My brain is fuzzy. My head hurts. I just want to... sleep.
    I hate crying! I hate me. I hate everything.

And Most of all.

I hate marcel. Vinny was in on it too! Amanuel! Why?

I open my eyes.

They close.