Their Little Lady (✓)

Chapter 31 - A meaningful explanation.

Your eyes slowly open and you glance around to get a look at where you were. You are now laying in a room - your 'new' room to be exact. The crimson colored silk sheets confirm your suspicion.

The situation you're in sets back into your mind. You give a slightly irritated sigh not only because of the headache you had coming on, but also cause you realised that everything terrible that had happened to you two nights prior was not just some crazy nightmare.

You felt upset. Even though just last night you had such a peaceful waltz with that man who you now realise you still don't know they're name.

But either way, even that charitable moment couldn't sway your thoughts to think that this situation was maybe not so bad. This was awful, you had been kidnapped, injured, stalked and betrayed by your only friends. All that hurt (emotionally and physically) was too much to take on at once.

It felt like your heart was in someone's hands and they were squeezing it almost until it would almost stop beating.

You wanted an explanation as to why you were here, but...you didn't know if you actually wanted to confirm your thoughts. What if the answer was not what you had thought it would be?

What if they were planning to do something terrible to you?

Wouldn't you want to know if they were? But what difference would it make if you did know?

There is nothing you can do to stop it from happening anyway. You could try but it would most likely come out fruitless. You're stuck here - in this awful, old and rotting house.

These people - some of which being your old best friends - were dangerous, they showed no mercy at moments, so much so, some of them seemed inhuman. So why would you think they would show mercy to you? After having ignored and neglected you for so long. Why now? Why did they do this to you?...To someone who they had once cared for and loved.

You had missed having them around, you remembered those nights when you would sit up awake praying one day they would find you and save you from your hell of a life. But now that you had them...it didn't feel right. It felt wrong. So, so, wrong.

They didn't care about you. This was all an illusion. This wasn't fun, nor was it them saving you. It was them being selfish, heartless, and insane.

You wanted - no. Needed, an explanation. You needed them to give you a reason that you were here, not just some bullshit excuse - but a reason. A reason to why they went all this way to just kidnap you and then keep you locked up in this old ass house.

You didn't know where you were, how you got here, or why. But you were going to fucking find out even if it killed you.

You stood up from your bed rather quickly, you stomped slightly towards your room door and swung it open, only to let out a gasp in surprise when someone was standing directly Infront of you.

It was someone with a ghost like mask on and a dark, black robe draping around their body. The mask looked like it was in a screaming like expression which creeped you out slightly. The person was tall and their build was muscular but they are much smaller in height and size compared to Michael, or Jason.

The persons hand was raised in a fist; like they were about to knock on the door before you had opened it. But you had beat them to it. You glared at the person in front of you, not because they had necessarily done anything right now but because you were already angry and in search of answers.

The stranger lets their hand fall back down to their side before than tilting their head to the side.

Almost as if they were silently asking as why your face looked so furious.