"Lemony," a soft, frail voice said where the groan was heard. I knew that voice. With all of my energy, I ran towards her. There was only one person in this world that called me that.
"Elle," I said. I gripped the bars, pulling, pushing them, doing anything to get through the metal. I needed to see her. I needed to know if it was her. "Elliana Luisa Maddon."
A soft giggle erupted. "Tell everyone my full name why don't ya." A loud, heartbreaking cough followed.
"Elle, everyone is looking for you. I'll get us out." Elle's figure slowly moved closer to the bars separating us. There she was, weak, battered. A weak smile crossed her lips.
"Clementine, we can't escape. I don't even know where we are. They blindfold us throughout the whole thing." Tears were brimming her eyes. "Even if we get out, we don't know where we are. We are going to die here."
A loud squeaky noise echoed through the air, followed by heavy footsteps and deep chuckles. "Yes, we have all different varieties." The voices got louder and louder. "Pick one."
I know that voice. An old man stopped in front of my cell. He was staring at me, undressing me with every second. All I could stare at was the girl next to him.
"Sadly, she's not available," she said. The old man, still staring at me, took out his wallet.
"How much more?"
"She's not available," she said, more annoyed.
"But a Hargrave. Her dad would lose his mind."
"Find someone else." The old man rolled his eyes, now taking an interest in Elle.
"I guess the next best is a Maddon," the old man sighed. I watched as the younger man unlocked the door to Elle's cell. She didn't move. She wasn't scared. She just let it happen.
"TAKE ME," I screamed. They ignored me. "HEY, LISTEN TO ME!" Two larger men appeared out of nowhere, roughly grabbing Elle, causing her to scream in pain. "ELLE! TAKE ME. HE WANTS ME. LEAVE ELLE ALONE! FLO HOW COULD YOU? WE WERE FRIENDS."
Flo ignored my screams and calls. Instead, she unlocked my cell. "He wants to see her upstairs in his room. Be gentle with this one. He'll kill us if there's a bruise on her." Two more men appeared out of nowhere, dragging me out of the cell.
"ELLE!" We were getting pulled in opposite directions. She was going deeper into the unknown, while I was going upstairs. "ELLE!" Her screams became silent, almost muted.
"Put this on her," Flo told them. "We can't have her knowing where she is, and this for her hands." She held up a bandanna and rope. The men roughly tied a bandanna over my eyes, basically giving me a rug burn.
"Stand." One of the men said, as both dragged me to my feet. "Walk." A large hand pushed me forward, probably towards the exit. My feet slowly began to move, involuntarily. I was just being dragged like a worn out rag doll. My feet hit every stair.
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"You can just leave her. He'll know," Flo said. The four hands that were once on my disappeared, as well as their owners' presence.
"Hello," I said. I carefully turned around, my hands still tied up behind me, pressed against something wooden. A door? There was a door knob and some weird detailing. I had two options: retrace my steps and escape or escape. I've seen horror movies. I know what happens to the person who opens the door. DEATH.
I slowly walked backwards, retracing my steps. My only obstacle, the stairs. Or so I thought. "There you are," a familiar voice said, but I couldn't figure out where I had heard that voice. "Thought you could leave?" They asked.
"Almost," I murmured.
"Come on," the person annoyingly said. A large hand grabbed the rope holding my hands together, leading me to god knows where. At the moment, I am directionally challenged. Could it be the door? My cell? My bedroom? Hopeful thinking.
"My father is very influential. Do you need money? He can get you money. I won't tell anyone what happened. If my parents wonder where I went, I'll tell them I'm a schizophrenic. Please, just let me go. I'll do anything," I begged.
"I should have told them to tape your mouth," they said. A large sum of pressure hit my chest, causing me to tilt backwards before landing on a soft bed.
"Huh," I questioned. A bed? A million thoughts entered my brain. A million endings played over and over again.
"Finally." A cold piece of metal wrapped around my ankle followed by two clicks.
"What was that," I whispered. I heard footsteps moving around the bed. My head turned in all different directions as the footsteps moved. "Hey, you can't keep me here! My dad is powerful, and he knows powerful people. Do anything to me, and he will have you killed."
They chuckled. "Sweetheart, I kill for fun. Your daddy can't and won't stop me."
"Are y-you going to k-kill me?" I asked. My mouth dry.
"Depends, are you going to be a good girl?" They asked. His hand now on my upper thigh. My breath tripped over my thoughts. "Don't worry. I just got you."
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Twisted - JJK
FanfictionTo her, he's a narcissist, annoying - a friend of a friend. It wasn't until recently that she started to notice him, but even then, he was still just a friend. But in Jungkook's mind, Clementine is his only desire, and nothing will get in his way...
