delicate | b.e.

two.

BILLIE
Continued...

"I won't hurt you, you're delicate."

"Why are you doing this to me?" I ask.

"For your own good."

"And what's that?" I furrow my eyebrows. "Don't worry about it." The girl replies. "Fuck you mean 'don't worry about it?' You fucking kidnapped me!" I yell.

"Lower your voice. I don't want anyone hearing you." She scowls.

I smirk and start yelling. "Help! Let me out of here! He-"

She covers my mouth with her hand and grabs my face roughly. "Enough. It's not like anyone can hear you anyways, the walls are soundproof. Don't waste your time."

"What if you're lying?"

"And what if you're a fucking brat? Don't talk back to me if you don't got good shit to say." She responds.

"Sorry." I mumble. "Good." She replies. "I'll be back." The girl turns around on her heel and starts walking upstairs.

"Please don't leave me down here." I beg. "What are you? A baby? Get over it." She scoffs and goes upstairs.

She's gonna kill me.

I'm gonna die like this.

She's gonna murder me.

I'm never gonna see my family aga-

Her footsteps get closer down the stairs and she comes back downstairs with the two men behind her. "Here." She says, handing me some clothes.

"What are these for?" I ask. "Go ahead and change into these for me." She orders. "Why?" I question. "You need to rep my color; black. And I need to have you change. I can't have the clothes you're wearing having my dna on them." She explains. "Change."

"Can you go?" I ask nervously. "Boys, upstairs." The girl orders her workers. They both nod and walk back up the stairs. "I meant you, too." I mutter.

"Nope. Gotta make sure you don't try anything since you're being let out of your restrains." She shakes her head. The girl pulls a knife out of the knife sheath on the side of her thigh and shows it to me. "I'll have this on me at all times. Don't make me use it."

"O-okay." I stutter.

I'm so terrified.

"Well, will you at least turn around?" I ask. She studies my face for a second before sighing. "Fine. Don't try anything." She says as she unties me. Once I'm free, she turns around and I start to undress.

I should honestly try to make a run for it, but she's so close and obviously armed, so I'm not gonna risk it.

She's not gonna hurt me.

She's not gonna hurt me.

She's not gonna hurt me.

When I'm finished getting into the black, sort of uniform she gave me, I say "I'm done."