Stockholm

Chapter 8: Out

I know it's only the bodies but I can't find a face to fit these guys 😭😭😭 help!!!

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Tears

They racked through her body as she sobbed onto the uncomfortable spring bed. Each spring digging painfully into her body, adding discomfort to the pain.

Her seven days were up, today's the eighth -probably- why was she still here. She has nothing to give them and even if she did they made sure she didn't know what it was, who she was.

Curled up on her side, facing the only other door in this room that was never opened. She stares at it blankly as tears streamed down the side of her face. Her eyes drift over to that damned chair, the one he sat on yesterday -supposedly, maybe it was today- as he perversely watched her sleep. Her eyes squeeze shut as a whole new dam breaks.

"Please" she whispers, sobbing, begging whoever's listening to put an end to whatever this is.

The door opens and she tenses, holding her breath, hoping whoever just walked in would think she was asleep or unconscious and leave her alone but instead of the door shutting she hears footsteps draw closer.

With bated breath she listens as the steps draw closer and the person... walks past her? Opening one of her eyes she peers through it and sees the person stop Infront of the other door holding a plastic bag and shove his free hand into his pocket.

She watches him rummage through it and take out a key. At this she opens both her eyes and tries to see what's on the other side of the door, maybe it was a way out. The door opens and all her hopes are extinguished when she sees a bathroom.

He steps in and she raises her head. There's noise as he rummages around with the plastic bag, then he steps out and immediately he does she shuts her eyes.

It's quite for a while as she strains to listen to what he's doing being great full at the moment for the mated hair covering her face...

"Hey..." Startled her eyes fly open seeing his sudden proximity. He was so close, his face inches away from hers.

She springs upright, scrambling away from him and tumbles over the side of the bed.

"I'm sorry... I... I shouldn't h-have moved" she immediately starts apologizing as she stands from the ground and realizes her mistake

"I'm so s-sorry. I didn't mean to, I... I... I swear"she gazes down at him with her eyes wide and body trembling. Slowly he gets back up to his feet

"I... I can g-get back on the bed if you w-want" Tears stream down her face in waves as she begs, hoping with all her being, that she doesn't get punished.

"D-don't hit me p-please, I didn't mean to" she presses herself so far into the wall, she looked painted on it.

Wide eyed the person stares at her, eyes raking over her, taking in every mark. Starting from the cuts on her feet to the blood in her hair. The only modest thing being the ring necklace and her underwear, which basically hangs off her in shreds.

"Kate?..."

"No... No... I swear I don't know who she is. I don't know who that person is!!! You have to believe me I... I don't know her... P-please!!!" She presses harder into the wall and moving along it trying to create more distance as she frantically shakes her head.

"Ok... Ok! Calm down... Shit!!" Running his hands through his hair he curses loudly which startles her.

"I'm sorry"