Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 17

My body ached from where Liu hut and cut me. I still had blood running down and bruises forming on my form. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and gentle sobs shook my body. I shivered at the coldness since Liu had taken off my layer so all I was in were my panties and a tank top. I was regretting not letting Jeff kill me, if I had let him then this wouldn't be happening. I closed my eyes and hoped to get some sleep so I could escape my reality for a while. "Poor little human." I opened my eyes to see the shadow of a man, but what looked like what were glasses and his mouth was not shadowed. I looked at the window to see nothing there and the man laughed. "So weak, so pathetic, so stupid." I didn't say anything and gritted my teeth together. "He'll be coming back soon, hope he's ready." I blinked and it was gone. Looking out the window again I saw nothing there but the dark sky and the bright moon and stars. "What the hell does he mean by that?" I asked myself and drifted off to sleep.

3rd Pov

A man stood in an alleyway leaning against the brick wall. The moon's light reflected off of his white hoodie. "Have you found them yet?" He asked in a raspy voice. "Of course, that's why I instructed you to meet me." Another voice said. He appeared on the wall in front of the man in white. "Well, spit it out Observer. I don't have all damn night." He pat and the shadow just laughed. "Patience Jeffrey, it will take a while to get there." "Don't call me Jeffrey, Kevin!" The shadow-Observer, lunged at Jeff and slammed him into the wall. "Don't speak of that name, you will be wise to remember who has the information." Jeff grunted and the Observer looked closely at him. "And we still hold the deal? Once I give you the information, you'll make sure that Slenderman won't find me." Jeff's smile grew bigger than it already was. "Yeah, about the deal. I'll make sure the demon doesn't find you once I kill the girl and Liu. Otherwise how do I know that you're telling the truth?" Observer growled and clenched his hands. Reluctantly he spat out a "Fine!", and gave him the information. "They're at Fairfield Asylum in Connecticut." Jeff nodded and walked out into the streets with his hood up, and a smile bigger than thought possible plastered to his face.