Jess POV;
All I feel is my breathing becoming heavy and laboured.
"I hope everything about to happen makes you understand how you aren't pure or innocent, and that you're quite the opposite." The person holding me snickers. I take in a quick sharp breath.
"And you'll learn to keep away from people who don't deserve you." The other person chimes in, the voice starting to sound faintly like a women but being muffled by the bag on my head.
I'm being yanked again. Up some stairs this time. I feel a large lump form in my throat, begging me to cry. I wanted to cry so much, God crying would make me feel a little better.
The person pushing me bashes my head straight into a door, that pushes open. I can hear cars and the sound of gravel underneath my feet as we walk. I know for a fact that we're outside now.
Strong gusts of wind keep blowing around, making outside just that little more cold. A shiver runs down my spine, from both fear and anxiety and just being plain cold.
"You better feel scared right now, make the most of earth while you can." The person not holding me laughs.
Having a bag over my head made it ten times scarier, I couldn't see therefore it was pitch black and I didn't know who these people were, what they were doing, what they were about to do or where I was right now. I was rather disoriented and scared.
"W-w-where am I?" I stutter, my voice cracking from fear and tension.
"Nowhere that you will be able to see." The one not holding me says, they both crack into laughter, yet I don't understand why.
"Sit." The one holding me ordered, pushing me into a chair of some sort. They tied my arms to it and also my legs, making me feel claustrophobic, adding to my anxiety levels, which continued to rise over the coming 30 seconds.
"Should we take the mask off or is this too fun?" Asks the one who had been holding me.
"Too much fun to be honest." The other one laughs again.
"Hm, it'll be funny to see her reaction when she sees us." They both let out a short burst of fake laughter again.
I suddenly feel the bag being pulled off my head, making my hair go static and sticking up everywhere, but my hair was the last thing on my mind right now.
As my eyes adjusted to the actual light, I scanned the place that I was tied up in. I was tied up on a wooden chair typed thing on top of a tall building in Manchester, which explains the wind and cars. I need look over to the people who had captured me. What I see makes me nearly make the chair topple over with shock.
The one closest to me was a guy, he was the one who had tied me to the chair. The second person was a women, a women that I recognised and despised.
Elisa.
"Yes, it's me." She grins evilly.
Everything makes sense now, she'd been planning this with Jack, they both hated me and wanted to punish me and what better way for her to do this then join forces with someone who would find as much pleasure as her to hurt me.
"Can we kill her yet?" Laughs Jack, doubling over in a fake way.
"Give it ten more minutes." Says Elisa before they both start laughing again.
"W-why a-a-are yo-you do-doi-doing th-this?" I stutter, my heart beat racing ten to the dozen.
"Because you punished me." Growls Elisa, I frown before understanding that she's referring to me being with Patrick.
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Fanfiction!Trigger Warning! Jess Trohman, Joe Trohman's younger sister, Joe's in a famous band, Fall Out Boy, you'd think her life was perfect, right? Behind that smile, behind those eyes, lays a secret that not even her caring and close brother knows ©2015 b...
