Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 25

Liu's Pov

It's been a week since the fight with Jeff and that whole time the girl that claims to hate me has been taking care of me. 'We should just kill her when we're healed.' I shook my head. "No, we still need her." 'For what, Jeff knows where we are so what good is she to us?' I smirked as he said that and lightly chuckled. "Entertainment." (Y/N) came in my room with the first aid kit and set it down. She took off my shirt and the bandages before preparing the hydrogen peroxide. Smirking I tried to get her flustered. "By the way you keep taking my shirt off I'd say you want to see me shirtless." She responded to that by slapping the cloth with peroxide on it on my wounds. Hissing at the pain she looked up at me with a slight hint of amusement in her eyes. "Oops, totally didn't mean that." She apologized sarcastically which made me think that the voice was right. 'Why am I keeping you?' "Turn around." Broke my train of thoughts. "Where did you get all these other stitches from?" (Y/N) asked me and I growled at her. "None of your fucking business, that's where!" She didn't say anything afterwards but I suddenly felt a soft finger trace along one of my old stitches. "Stop that!" I snapped and she pulled her finger away. "I'm sorry." She quietly said and I turned my head to give her a confused look. "For what?" She didn't say anything and started packing up. "I said for what." She looked at me with a look of confusion, hate, and pity. "I don't know." She simply said and walked out of my room.