my kidnapper is my savior. /Billie Joe Armstrong/ DISCONTINUED

|three|

"she'll do."

she'll do? she'll do?

what the fuck do they think I am? a burger at Mcdonald's? 

they handcuffed my hands behind my back, raised me up, and walked me in front of the three.

they brought me into a room, shut the door, and uncuffed me.

"time for the safety strip search. get naked." a raspy voice said. I dared not to turn around, because I really don't want to see who took me.

I followed their orders, and stripped. one of them had a clipboard with a cheap printout of a body, and a pen to mark birthmarks or scars.

I knew I'd eventually have to face the three men, but I didn't want to.

don't be such a pussy, Evelynn.

I looked up to see three very attractive men. two with ski masks in their hands and dark clothing on their bodies, and one with flippy hair in a black suit with a red tie.

guess someone never left their scene phase.

they looked over my body and started saying out loud everything on it.

"self mutilation. bruise. birthmark. bruise. bruise. self mutilation." it was an on going pattern of bruises and self harm scars.

after five minutes they were finally done going over my body and told me to put my clothes back on, and sat me down on the couch that was in the room.

"so basically," the scene one began "your mine. you belong to me. I'm not going to hurt you. I won't rape you or abuse you or anything like that. your simply here to cook and clean and do as I say. your like a maid. got it?"

"y-yes."