Good vs. Evil

Chapter 12

BREE:

Though I have been put through much more torture than I thought possible, I have still yet to tell these men anything about Chase, Adam, Leo, myself, or anyone else from my family. Saying that, let me tell you, I paid for my stubbornness and love for my family. I found after the first few weeks of being here that if I didn't think about the pain I was enduring, I eventually would just stop feeling it.

That method, of course, was soon discovered by my captors and they have conversed with each other quite heatedly, not knowing what to do.

I internally laugh at them for being so foolish. They should have figured out well before they originally did that I was not affected by these types of torture anymore. I mean, I know that I'm a good actress and all, but I'm not that good.

Every once and awhile, they give me a very small portion of food that may not even be considered a portion to even a rat. I mean, seriously, could you at least give me a halfway decent piece of bread? I'll take stale bread over this insufferable piece of cardboard they have me eat. And you know what? They don't even give me water! If it wasn't for this darn toilet bowl and sink, I'd probably die of dehydration.

Now I'm just sitting-more accurately, I am hanging (upside down) from a very great height. I can feel the blood rushing to my head and I can see the dark spots starting to cloud my vision. My saliva has started to drip through my chapped lips and into me nostrils. I hear the door open and sigh in relief, thinking that this stupid hanging punishment was done for.

"Ah, if it isn't my favorite captive!" my captor says in an excited tone. "My, my, have we missed your oh so delightful screams of terror. What has happened? You have taken away my happiness." The man puts on a fake pout that, if I could, would slap right of the man's face. I wish he would tell me his name, but he has trained all of his guards well enough that they don't slip up. They usually refer to him as, "The Boss."

"And if it isn't my most hated captor!" I reply in as fake a happy tone that I can muster. "Do tell me what you have planned for my next. I am honestly more excited than you could imagine to get down and away from this horrid room. It's quite...bland." Though my voice is sweet, I am picturing how I will make this man suffer.

"Soon, my dear," he says. "But, I would like for you to welcome...Marcus Greenburg!"

The door swings open to reveal a young boy in a black V-neck and black jeans. He stepped into the small spotlight to reveal his signature, "one eyebrow up and smirk" look that I have grown way to accustomed to seeing. If it weren't for the fact that he was the one who captured me, I would think it was adorable. Oh, what the heck? I'm alone here. I'll admit, every time he does that, I find it more and more attractive. But then I remember Chase, the boy I am supposed to love and thoughts of Marcus vanish completely, but I am filled with a deep, unnatural sadness that I feel only Marcus has the power to fill.

I don't know why I feel this way. Maybe it is from the fact that I haven't seen Chase in so long, or the fact that I have seen Marcus way to much.

Either way, it seems I may be falling for someone that I really should not be falling for.

That person is Marcus.

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OH! PLOT TWIST! BREE IS FALLING FOR MARCUS? HOW? WHEN? WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED?!

Lol, so yeah, that was this chapter, hope you enjoyed!

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