delicate | b.e.

three.

BILLIE
The next day...

The girl has kept me in the dark basement all day. I'm running on few hours of sleep and she hasn't fed me.

I'm going to die down here.

I'll never see my family again and I have to be okay with that.

She'll never let me go.

All of a sudden, I hear footsteps come down the stairs and she turns the corner. "You're awake."

"No shit, I'm awake. I'm tied in this stupid fucking chair." I reply. "You don't get the bedroom till you earn my trust. You tried to escape your very first night like an idiot. If I was you, I would've tried at least a week in. Maybe I would've let you go, but that would've been stupid of me." She responds.

"And why's that? 'Cause you wanna kill me?" I ask. "For fuck's sake, I'm protecting you. I don't want you here any more than you don't wanna be here, but you need to be because it's my job." She sighs.

"Your job is to kidnap people?" I roll my eyes. "My job is to protect. Used to be in the drug business but that's not me anymore. I don't hurt unless I need to." She replies.

"So what are you? Some type of gang lady or some shit?" I scoff.

"Worse." The girl answers. "The mafia."

Holy fucking shit.

Now she's definitely gonna kill me.

"Please- please don't hurt me." I beg. "I told you, I'm protecting you." She rolls her eyes. "For what? You keep saying that but don't tell me why!" I groan.

"Billie.." She sighs. "There's a hit out for you. I could've helped, but the second I heard, I knew I needed to protect you. You're like, the people's princess or whatever." She chuckles to herself. "Either way, I'm not your friend. I'm still dangerous and I won't hesitate to hurt you if I need to, but I shouldn't have to."

"People.. want me dead?" I ask quietly. "Yup." The girl replies. "I've spent the last week, stalking you, making sure no one else could get to you before I could."

"Fucking weirdo." I mutter. "Don't be disrespectful." She says. "This is for your own good."

"My own good? Getting fucking kidnapped is for my own good?" I scoff angrily. "Don't you see what I'm doing? I'm quite literally saving your life." She tells me. "By giving me life long trauma? Yeah, okay." I laugh in disbelief. "You're fucking sick."

She grabs my jaw to make me look up at her. "Watch it."

I spit in her face, making her clench her jaw. She grabs the knife out of her knife sheath and puts it up to my neck. "That was a bad idea."

"Do it. I fucking dare you. You're too much of a pussy." I chuckle. "Billie." She warns. "Fucking do it!" I yell.

She digs the dull end of the blade into my skin, making me wince a little. "Don't make me use the other side." The girl says. "I'm trying to help you, but you're a fucking bitch. You'll be down here a hell of a long time now."

"Please, I'm sorry." I say. "I- I'm just stressed out." I feel tears start to fall down my face and she rolls her eyes. "Don't even. You fucked up."

"Ma'am, I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me." I plead. "I don't give a fuck what you want. Do you realize what you're doing?" She asks. "I said I'm sorry." I mumble.

"I wish I cared." She says as she starts walking towards the stairs. "And Billie?"

"Yeah...?"

"Don't call for me. I'll be gone for the day and so will James and my other men." She replies. "Good luck."

"What do you mean good luck?"

"It's a dark basement. You have absolutely nothing to do. You'll lose your mind down here." She smirks and walks upstairs.

I'm absolutely fucked.

"Please don't leave me here!"

The door shuts and I start to cry.

She's fucking wicked.

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"Hmm, hmm, hm, hmmm.."

I've been humming to myself for the past 2 hours and I feel like I'm losing more brain cells by the minute.

I wish I knew the girls name so I could yell for her. What if she's lying about being gone?

She's probably watching me on stupid cameras, laughing at me.

I hate it here.

It's okay, Bil, you'll get out, I promise.

Just take a deep breath.

You'll make it out.

"Give this to her. She must be hungry and I can't have her dying on my watch."

I perk up when I hear footsteps come down the stairs. The other man who took me with James comes around the corner with a plate of food. "Here."

"Thank you so much." I reply. "Will you let me out of the rope?"

"Boss, can I untie her?" He yells upstairs. "Ugh, do I have to do everything myself?" The girl groans and comes down the stairs.

"Go upstairs." She tells him when she's downstairs. He nods and walks up the stairs, closing the door behind him. "I'll feed you. Ain't no way I'm untying you." She rolls her eyes. "Open your mouth for me."

"How do I know you didn't put something in this?" I ask. "Would you shut the fuck up and open your mouth for a second that's not to complain?" She sighs.

I hesitantly open my mouth and she puts some food in my mouth. "Good girl."

"Don't call me that." I mumble as I chew. "I'll call you whatever I want and right now, you're being good." She replies.

I don't reply, just keep eating the food she gives me. Once she's done, she takes the plate and pats my cheek. "Thank you for cooperating. I'll be upstairs if you need anything. Oh wait, I forgot that I can't hear you up there." She chuckles and walks away.

"Wait, please.. I don't wanna be alone." I sigh. "I'm trying to go have some alone time. I've been surrounded by stupid men all day." She rolls her eyes.

"Stupid men? Don't you mean the only bitches who tolerate you?" I scoff. "Careful." She warns. "Don't start."

"Sorry." I mutter.

"Good. Later." She says, walking up the stairs. "Wait, miss?" I ask. "What?" She sighs. "What's your name?" I reply.

"You know I can't tell you that." She laughs. "But what if I need you?" I ask her.

She sighs again before speaking. "Call me 'Kingston'."