Fighting Evil

FE: 5. Acting

§ V A L E N T I N A §

My throat burned with every time I swallowed. It was so dry from the amount of tears that it felt like sand-paper.

Every bit of my body was in pain to the point where I felt too weak to get off of the floor. It had felt like a month had passed, but I had been able to take a quick glimpse at Louis' wristwatch some time before, where I saw that it was Saturday, it must have been at least eight days since I was kidnapped.

After days of violation to my body, there were bruises all over it and I could swear that I had a broken bone somewhere. I had a constant headache and I could always hear ringing in my ears, as well as the blood pumping through me.

Every time I tried to sleep, I would wake up horribly. My nightmares from before had come back, and haunted me as soon as I closed my eyes. Both in the real world and in my dreams, I had horrors following me around, and the only times I was alone, I was in constant anxiety, wondering when the next person was coming, wondering when I was going to get more water...

I was tired but I couldn't go to sleep.

I was exhausted but the pain never subsided.

I was hungry but I was only fed nutrient-pills and water. Rarely food.

Every time I was alone, my memories would play in my head. Not only horrors from my past but other small ones.

"When this insane person has you, like, chained to a chair or something, remember, you have to figure out a way to manipulate this person. Chances are, this person just wants to see you in pain or some crazy sh*t, just act like it doesn't bother you. Or be some sneaky passive aggressive."

I bit my lip.

Science could never be wrong.

I knew Louis would be coming soon, it had been quite a long time since he wasn't here. I knew I could try it out on him, to see if I was eventually able to manipulate him to stop hurting me.

• • •

"Please stop hurting me," I begged as Louis walked into my cell at least two to three weeks later.

He closed the door behind him.

"It's actually been quite a while since you've said that, I'm surprised," Louis teased as he leaned against the closed door with his arms crossed.

"But why are you doing this to me, what have I ever done to you?" I asked.

He paused for a long time to make things more dramatic. It pissed me off even more than it should.

"There's a saying," he started. "'Intus a morte tandem lente et dolenter', which is Latin for 'Death from the inside ends slowly and painfully'. I can already see that process starting on you. And that's the point."

I felt all sense I had about acting behaved and passive aggressive to manipulate him, slip away.

"What the fück?! That didn't even answer my question! Why do you even want me to die?! How in any way do I deserve this?!" I yelled angrily to the point where I felt like standing up and knocking sense into him, if I even had that strength.

"Lisa, you've cracked already, it all started that night your dad was killed. You've bottled up your feelings since then, and now the dam holding them has cracked. And once that dam is broken, well, 'Intus a morte tandem lente et dolenter'."

He had crouched down to where I was sitting and had made sure to made me feel as claustrophobic as possible.

"Fück you, asshole," I spat angrily.

I shouldn't have said that.

Louis gripped my hair in a fist and shoved the back of my head into the hard wall. I gritted my teeth at the sudden contact which sent pain that spread like waves through my skull.

"Listen here, I know what game you're playing, I took one of those dumb 'What to Do When You're Kidnapped' classes to know exactly what tricks people like you will pull on me. Pull your head out of your greedy aśs and see that I've given you much more than I would have. A bathroom, new clothes, food, water, I even decided to stop chaining you the wall, but clearly, that's not enough," he shouted, roughly shaking my head with every sentence.

I winced at the pain and the sudden migraine that occurred. He let go of my hair and my hands grabbed my head because of the pain.

He wasn't quite done yet.

Louis' hands gripped onto my wrists and pushed them back to the wall. My wrists once again felt like they were burning, but I knew my fire powers wouldn't work, because it had been like that every time.

"Now, what did I plan on doing when I came in here?" Louis said loudly to himself, to trigger me in some sort of way.

"Please, Louis, I need to go to the bathroom," I quickly said, my mouth speaking before my mind. I just knew that I did not want whatever Louis had in-store for me.

Louis groaned in annoyance, and moved away. My eyes widened. Maybe my manipulation had worked to some extent.

He unlocked the door to the bathroom I was given while I stood up.

"Go, quick, I have unfinished business," he barked and pushed me in to the room.

The bathroom was small. There was a shower, sink and toilet. No mirror. It hadn't taken me long to realize that I had no purpose for one anyway.

A hand reached up and I tugged at the roots of my hair. I didn't even need to use the bathroom. So I simply sat on the floor and leaned my head against the wall under the sink.

Thoughts clouded my mind and I tried my best not to think too much about them. Louis was waiting for me right outside the door and I knew I had to be fast.

My hand grabbed onto something to pull myself up again. It jiggled slightly, as if it was loose. I looked up and realized it was the towel rack of the sink, to hang a hand towel or something. It seemed pretty loose to me.

An idea came to my mind.

I pulled on the towel rack with all the strength I had and jiggled it around.

After what felt like forever, the towel rack broke loose from the sink. I breathed a sigh of relief and exhaustion as I let my hands examine the smooth metal I was holding.

I smile that I hadn't had on my face in such a long time appeared as I got up and opened the door of the bathroom.

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I got the idea from my old house which has a really shitty sink that fits the description.

Once again, Google Translate is śhit.