When she woke up, her hands were chained above her head, her feet were tied together on the floor, and she noticed that she had some kind of cloth gagging her.
She doesn't remember how she got here; the last thing she remembers is coming out of her work in the middle of the night & walking into the garage. She remembers stopping behind her car to dig through her bag to find the keys.
She grew wide eyed, suddenly realizing that she was kidnapped. It came back to her; a hand coming around from behind with a cloth that was damp with some kind of chemical. she tried to pull that hand down as a go-to method of self-defense, but she ended up panicking and accidentally inhaling the substance in a gasp.
Her screams were muffled by the cloth that was in her mouth, her surroundings was limited to the four walls around her, her movements were useless by the chains that restricted her.
"She's awake, she's awake, she's awake." She heard someone mumble behind her. Her heart was pounding against her chest at this point and she struggled even harder in attempting to get out of her chains.
The boy popped out from behind her. She could care less about how cute he is or what type of guy she judges him to be by appearance but her first impression was that he was tall but lanky. He was scratching at his face, making it hard to take a good look at his face, but she knows that he has messy, curly hair.
He combs his hair back with his fingers in a stressed-out manner, and through the struggling, she can see that he's tired with the dark circles underneath his eyelids and how skinny he really is.
He looks up at her with big eyes, and she notices how brown his puppy-dog eyes are. She stops moving around at this point, her breath heavy and loud, and her eyes set on him like she's not afraid but in reality, she's making up some ways to get out of this hostage situation straight from her imagination.
He walks up to her as if he was stranded in the middle of a desert and she was the only source of water. He gently caresses her cheek with the back of his hand. "So beautiful," He compliments her as if she was a painting displayed at a museum. If this was any other situation, then she would be flattered.
She shakes her head away from his touch. "Oh dear," He retreats his hand back. "The beautiful one doesn't like me. The beautiful one doesn't like me. The beautiful one doesn't like me." He frowned, and as he continued repeating it, he hits himself with the palm of his hand to his forehead.
"Why are you doing this? Why did you kidnap me?" She asked in a fragile voice. She's scared, she thinks that if she talks any louder then this man might hurt her.
"Because, because I see you," He mutters just loud enough for her to catch. She furrows her eyebrows in confusion; she thinks this guy really is a maniac. "Because when I killed your brother, Luke, I remembered you at his funeral." He snapped out of talking to himself completely and looked straight into her eyes.
Her breath got caught in her throat. "Who are you?!" She started moving around and trying to break free from the chains that held her bound, but this time it wasn't out of fear, it was out of anger. "Why are you doing this?" She asked again before saying, "Tell me!"
"Those scars..." He pointed out instead of answering her questions, "Those are fresh..." He mumbles.
She tries her best to turn her wrists away from his sight and she looks to the side uncomfortably. "What's it to you?" She grumbles.
"You blame yourself for his death, don't you?" He quirked his head at her.
She remained silent as a tear rolled down her cheek.
He pursed his lips before going out of her sight to do something. He came back with a sharpie in his hand. She watches him as he approaches her with it, the cap of the marker between his fingers and his eyes set toward her wrists. Once he was about to write something on her wrists, she started squirming around because she wasn't aware of what he was doing. Despite her struggles, he still wrote on her arms.
When he pulled away and put the cap back on the sharpie, she raised an eyebrow before turning her wrists as much as she can to see what he did.
Across her scars, spelled the word, "LUKE"
Her mind went blank and she looked at him, silently asking for an explanation.
He stares at what her wrists while saying, "There. Now you have Luke on you. If you want to hurt yourself again, then you'll be hurting Luke too."
Her mind relaxes at the idea of that, and she looks back at her wrists. Her thoughts jumble up at deciding whether or not this man is a good guy or bad guy. He did, in fact, kidnap her, but for what reason? He hasn't threatened her so far...
"Why are you doing this?" She asked one more time, but this time, it seemed like she meant it. She said it with less anger & fear, which made his thoughts a bit clearer.
"Because you're so innocent, so pure, so beautiful," he whispered as he caressed her face. She froze at the contact. Once his hand got down to the bottom of her face, he took her chin between his index finger and thumb so that he can look her straight in the eye. "But oh, so broken."
She remained silent and he continued. "I didn't like it. You don't deserve to be broken." He looked down and started blinking frantically. "I did that to you, didn't I?" He breathed. "Losing your brother costed you yourself." He added.
Again, she remained silent.
"Are you angry at me?" He questioned, interest dripping in his tone.
She looked at him with a face that says, 'That's a stupid thing to ask'. "Of course I am! My family blames me for his death because I didn't watch over him like how an older sister should do, when it's you that hit me unconscious to make it seem like I was asleep when you murdered him. My friends won't treat me the same because they think I'm a depressed fück still mourning over her little brother's death, and they don't trust me anymore because they think I would be dead asleep if they were to be in trouble."
He bows his head down in a menacing way and cracks a devilish grin. "Perfect."
He then proceeds to place handcuffs around her wrists before untying her from the bounds of her hands. Before she could even think about trying to escape, he forces her arms close to her waist and wraps a rope around to keep her from using her hands. Once he was done, he puts a blindfold around her eyes and pushes her towards another room.
When he takes off her blindfold, the first thing she sees is another girl bounded to the wall with her hands tied above her head & a paper bag placed to cover her face. That girl looks like she's been held captive longer than her.
"Here's what I want you to do;" He whispered as he started taking off the ropes that held her wrists together. "I'm gonna give a gun, and I want you to take out the anger you have on me, and take it out on her by shooting her dead."
Her breath hitched in her throat at that demand. She was scared, obviously, she didn't want to do it. Her heart beat faster & her palms became sweaty. "And what will you be doing?" She whispered just loud enough for him to hear.
"I," He started answering as he went to a nearby table and grabbed a knife, lifting it up so she can see it. She got wide eyed. "Will be holding this against your neck."
He walked behind her slowly. Her legs were shaking as she looked at the gun in front of her & the girl pinned onto the wall. He placed the gun against her neck. She felt the cold metal pressed against her skin. He told her to pick up the gun. She, with shaking fingers, picked it up slowly. He, with his free hand, placed his hand over hers and guided her fingers to the trigger & pointed it at the girl.
"Now shoot."
