Stockholm Syndrome (BECHLOE)

Chapter 2

I can't tell how much time passed since I'm back in the darkness. I lost every feeling for time and space. Someone enters the room, but I can't see anything. As two hands touch me I wince. The hands solve the shackles and it makes me feel a little bit better. I feel the hands touching my arms. They are soft. I guess it's a girl. I feel a warm breath in my face. The girl seems really close to me. Her hands wander over my arms and grab my wrists.

"Stand up!"

It's totally a girl. Her voice is kinda cute, but also strong and determinative. Without saying something I follow her instruction. She holds me thight, so I don't get lost in the dark. She guids me to a door that suddenly opens. How she finds the way through the dark? I can see nothing. On the other side of the door is a long corridor. My eyes need a moment to get used to the light. As I can see clear the red head is is standing close to me holding my wrists. Quickly she turns around and pulls me through the corridor. The walls are made of steel and reflect the lights. There are much doors with names on it. The red head suddenly stops and opens a door with CHLOE written on it. A shiver runs down my spine and I shake myself to make it go away. The room reminds me of a hospital room. The walls are white and the ceiling consist of bright lights. At one of the walls are hanging shackles made of steel. In the corner stands a shelf with knifes on it. My stomach turns around and I want to run away, but I can't. The girl pushes me forward to the shackles. She takes my left hand and puts it into the one shackle, the right hand into the other. Than she also fixes my feet. The shackles are cold and hight over my head. The metal cuts into my skin and pulls my wrists apart. It hurts, but I can't free myself. The girl covers my eyes and than leaves me alone in the room. With time passing by, it feels like my arms becoming longer and longer. I want to move, but I can't. Suddenly someone comes in with trams. I guess it's a man. I can hear some noises next to me and than the person coming close. I feel strong hands taking off my shoes and my pants. It's embarrassing and I try to defend myself, but I have no chance. Than I feel a cold blade cutting the skin on my leg. Warm blood runs down over my feet. I start to scream and move my body in every possible way, but I don't get away. There it is again a deep cut next to the other. I scream even louder and bite my lip to fight against the pain. The hands rubbing with something over the wound and suddenly there is a burning pain. It's salt. I scream again, louder and longer. My body heats up and sweat running down my skin. Tears filling my eyes, but the blindfold wipes them away. I can't breathe, the pain concentrated my lungs.

*Boom*

The door opens and bangs against the wall.

"What are you doing Blake?! Get out of here! She's mine! Don't you dare to do this ever again!"

"Hahaha you little ginger think you could control me? Never in a million years. You will never stop me."

"Just leave!"

I hear him going out and clothing the door loudly. I feel someone, I guess the girl, freeing my hands and taking the blindfold away. I sink to the ground into my own blood. The girl rudely wipes away the blood on my legs and cleans the wounds with water. I moan, but try to pull myself together. I can hear the girl whispering, but she doesn't talks to me.

"That wasn't the plan. I will kill this jerk if I just get the chance!"

What's going on here? What do they want? The man, I think he's called Blake seems dangerous. Well, he cut my legs with no reason. Or I don't know the reason yet. The function of the girl I still don't know. All I know is that I am hers and I don't know what that means. In a way she seems nice, even if she's sometimes rude and determinative. Till now she's one of the nice one of them, whoever they are. So I pull myself together and ask her.

"Who are you?"

For a short moment our eyes meet, then she hectic turns away without giving me an answer. For the first time that could be my only chance and I have nothing to lose. I am alredy here with two deep cuts on my leg. Whatever.

"You're the only one I know in here. I see you every day, but I don't know who you are. Isn't that kinda unfair? Because you know who I am."

"My name is Chloe."

"What a beautiful name."

No response. Again. Well, it's not easy to get to this girl.

"What do you want?"

"Just stop asking! I can't tell you anything. That's out of my business."

What does this means? She can't tell me. Hell, they cut my leg, this girl is sitting next to me wiping all the blood away, but they can't tell me anything?!

"Can you walk?"

The girl said as she is finished.

"Ummm, I think it's going to work."

"You underestimate this."

"No, no.."

What am I doing? My leg hurt so bad, but I say I can walk just not to seem weak? What the hell is going on?

"It's a long, deep cut. It will widen more and more when you do this now.?"

"So why asking if you know everything better."

"Stand up!"

She seems a little bit angry, but gives me her hands. She puts one arm around me to support me. I try to walk as fast as she does, but it's hard and I guess she can see the pain written on my face. She slows a little down and I am really thankful for this. We're walking the corridor that we already walked today. She guides me to a black door and pauses, then says

"I am sorry."

She opens the door, pushes me in and directly closes it behind .