Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 8

I woke up to the sound of a car moving and my body bumpin up and down. Opening my eyes I found myself in the back seat of my mom's car. I started squirming and realized that my wrists and ankles were tied with rope/. I started to panic and thrash around but froze when the driver ordered me to stop moving. My breathing got faster and I felt myself tear up. "Wh-Why am I here?" I asked him and I saw him smirk at me through the rearview mirror. "Simple, you saw us and we can't have you going to the police and ratting us out. Besides, Jeff won't stop hunting you down until you're dead so I can still use you." I swallowed the lump in my throat and asked the question I wasn't sure I wanted to answers too. "H-How can you use m-me?" He smiled widely and turned around to let me see his stitched face. "You can be used as bait." Turning back to the road he continued his explanation. "Like I said, Jeff will come after you and if you're with me, I'll finally be able to kill him." I gaped at him. 'So the only reason I'm still alive is so he can use me to kill his brother! So, if he does manage to kill Jeff, what...' "And what will happen to me when you do kill him?: He turned off of the main road and onto one that looked deserted. "Well I won't need you anymore and I can't have you going to the police, so you'll be disposed of. Whether it will be painless or not depends on how you act." I let the tears go down my cheeks and the sobs escaped my lips. "Would you shut up? Your crying is annoying. "Liu growled and I glared at him. "W-Well how the hell d-do you expect someone to react a-after being told they're g-going to d-ie?" I asked and he slammed his foot on the brake before getting out of the car. Coming to the door where my face was and slapped it. I let out a small cry as he grabbed my hair and looked directly into my (E/C) eyes now wide with fear. I would have thrashed around and fought back if the look in his eyes hadn't paralyzed me. "You will not talk back to me. You will listen to every. Single. Order. I give you. Your life belongs to me now and I will play with it however I want."