Stockholm

Chapter 6: Reset

This is Logan for me. I tried to find someone who gives off his vibe, y'know
Quiet, inner turmoil but happy when need be.

Enjoy...

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It's cold, too... Cold.

What day is it, the 30th? No, 21st?, 1st?

It's too much —the pain— it's too much. Water, whips, belts, chains, wires, fists, what do they want. One week. That's... that's what he said, one week but it feels like an eternity.

How many times has she woken up to sadistic smiles and intrusive hands, blood and pain, burning lungs and blurry vision? How many times has she pleaded... How many times will she plead?

Broken bones, laboured breathing, constricted throat, swollen eyes, wounds that are getting infected. At this point she pleads for death, begs the devil, God, the reaper... Anyone. To come take her away.

Names.

Faces but no names. Red haired girl, twins, a smiling woman who looks like her, older man who the woman is clearly in love with —husband? maybe—, two boys  —friends??—, handsome coffee guy in a suit, another guy wearing an apron.
All these people have no names, but they should, they must... right?

How many times —a nanosecond away from darkness— has she seen the older man stand at the corner watching her with tears in his eyes, unnoticed by the others in the room.

"Time to wake up sweetheart"
There's a thud as the metal door shuts and they draw closer.
She curls in on herself not wanting... no... Praying for it to be over.

Foot steps draw closer, she can tell they belong to one person and she already knows who, she squeezes her eyes and curls more into herself bracing for the hit that was to come...

"Aww, don't be like that. Today's a special day... For both of us" she doesn't move, doesn't utter a word. His voice sounds so much closer as though he were right Infront of her bending or squatting to reach her level on the floor.

"It's day 7!. Isn't that great, everything stops today" at that she relaxes slightly and peers up at him with one eye.

"Mhmm" pushing her sticky hair away from her face, he gives a smile. One so fake, so sinister, it sent a chill down her spine warning her of a different type of danger. One she isn't used to.

"Now before I let you be, why don't you sit up and we talk, hmm"
She quickly sits up knowing better than to take her time. He looks her up and down with a certain darkness in his eyes that she becomes acutely aware —seeing as she hadn't put much thought into how exposed she is, given she was stripped down to her underwear— of how she looked, how naked she felt.

He pulls a chair and sits down Infront of her, scrutinizing her as she remains in her position on the floor.

"Now I've been ordered to let you go when you tell the truth, seeing as it's already the seventh day" she visibly perks up at this but tries to keep her excitement under control.

"Now tell the truth sweetheart... I'll know when you're lying" she tilts back away from him as his aura grows darker with the last words

"What's your name?"

"I don't know" her voice is a weak whisper, almost doesn't catch her words

"Address?"

"I don't know"