Bangs, scratches, moans and grunts through the tape on her mouth, Ashley suffered from the tiny space she was kept in.
They killed her mother, her only parent left, and her little brother, the poor, tiny victim.
How could they possibly have the heart to commit such a crime after they murdered her father.
How could she live now?
Where will she live?
She doesn't want to live.
The force is a more fun place.
The car stopped shortly after making her head bang on the hood door.
Her nose forced oxygen in and out as her hair was blocking the view.
"What are we gonna do with her?"
"I don't know. Just lock her up in the basement or something ."
Once again, she banged with her feet on the door.
"Hey!" Riker opened the hood, meeting the breaking down girl, "Stop! That's one valuable car."
"I'll take this, Rik," his blond brother said, making her crystal green eyes widen. Ross waited for his approval, where the gang went back inside the house.
He looked back at her. Seeing her teary eyes made him get all excited.
"You're gonna have to be dead silent, understand ?" He whispered, making sure everyone was in.
She just nodded vigorously, trying to shuffle with her hands behind her back. He slowly reached the tape on her lips, hesitating on whether he should really at least release the tape.
He looked down, releasing the air he'd been holding on for what seemed like hours.
She grunted letting the tears roll down from her cheek to his hands.
Please release me. Please.
He grabbed her shirt bringing her to sit up.
"Listen, if you tried to escape, at any circumstances, you're dead. Deadly dead."
She nodded yet again before he threw her back, releasing the tape. "What do you want from me?" She hushed between sobs, earning a glare from him. "What have I done in order to have all of this happening to me?"
He sighed, letting his hands run over his now long hair. "Look, I'm sorry, alright? I'm sorry."
"W-what?" She questioned, before he decided to tape her mouth again.
A murderer apologizing. Great.
"Stay mute."
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"LET ME OUT! Please!" Ashley cried out for possibly the millionth time today. No water, no food, no blanket, nothing that requires living. Just a huge closet, in the possibly haunted basement.
What would she give if she could just be free and out of this nightmare?
A knife? Her heart?
She wouldn't mind.
"What do you want from me..?" She mumbled, letting her boney back slide down the freezing surface.
Hot tears streamed down her cheeks as she sniffled and sobbed in sadness. "I don't deserve this," muffling, she played with the loose strap of her sweater. "I miss you mom. So much- I miss you, dad- and I- I-"
"Sshh, it's okay."
"What do you mean, it's okay?" She cried through the door, speaking to whoever was on the other side.
"I got you water-"
"Just let me die. Please."
A sigh escaped his lips as he slowly unlocked the door, revealing her angelic, oppressed face.
"Stay away from," she frowned, sensing him get closer.
Closer, and closer, their faces were soon inches apart. All she could do was bite her finger, a frown on her face.
"Hun-"
"What are you doing?" She hugged her sweater, avoiding his hands where they were about to hold her hair.
"Just let me-"
"No -"
He wrapped his arms around her tiny body, sniffing the strawberry scent out of her hair. His hands brought her head near the crook of his neck, where she did, praying that he didn't have a knife in his hands that he could dig inside her.
"Don't please-"
"I'm armless, I promise. I'm not heartless though."
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Deadset Promises → R.S.L.←
Fanfic"I like you honey, but I need to kill you so this all works out for me." description and main plot originally written and done by: @Love4Dance From her 'Story Ideas' book. All Credits go to her.
