The Proposition

Prologue

Larabella's POV
3 months ago

"Bye." I said as I was leaving work. It's a little café owned by a quirky old woman named Lana. I took a right on the familiar road that led to my apartment complex Meadow Springs. As I was walking I heard footsteps alittle ways behind me. I sped up my pace as a safety precaution. It probably wasn't a very good idea to walk home alone on such a dark, stormy night, but it had to be done. The footsteps started getting faster. I looked behind me and I saw a dark, talk, and freakishly ugly man following me.
Scared. One word to describe how I felt. I started running, but to no avail I couldn't get away fast enough. The F-U-T man grabbed my arms and swung them around my back while I kicked and screamed. He kept punching me, kicking me until I was on the floor covered in blood. All mine. He put his hands into his pocket and brought out a syringe and real slick like stuck it in my neck. Before I could fight it my vision went black and all I was darkness.
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Pain. That's what my body is enveloped with as I awake from dark slumber. As I open my eyes all I hear and see is rats everywhere. Disgusting. Where the hell am I? I think to myself. I try getting up, but I'm restrained. I look down and my arms and legs are bound by rusted silver shackles. Wonderful! " Listen here you Bastards, let me out of here, now!" I yell. Silence. That's all there is for an hour straight. Suddenly, I hear a pounding of footsteps coming close. I hear a door opening and being slammed shut. Then then footsteps continue on their path towards my cell. They stop in front of my cell. Oh god! Oh god! I look up and there is an awfully ugly, middle aged man. "Well, well. Little ms. Larabella Collins. Are you happy where you are? Oh, wait!" He stops talking and punches me in my jaw most likely leaving a bruise. Ow! That hurt like a bitch! " you aren't supposed to be happy! You are supposed to be and are in a lot of pain! My name is Mark Cavenough. Do you wanna know why you are here?" He loudly says then asks. Then he punches me in the stomach. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! Why does he keep doing that? Ass! " Pain. I want you to be in pain." He says mockingly. " What the fuck did I ever do to you?!" I yell and spit in blood at him. I've never seen this guy in my life. " Oh, it wasn't you darling. It was your father. He owes a large amount of money." He tells me. Huh? My father? I think. I decide to voice my thoughts. " My father? I don't have a father neither a mother. They are all dead." I say. Confusion lacing my words.
" Indeed so, but your father died before paying me back. I only want two things now. You in pain for 3 months straight, and then something else. You will find that out in 3 months time." He answers my questions even the ones I didn't voice. I stare at him for a minute or so, and then he gets out another syringe. Oh no! Not again! He starts getting closer and then plunges it into my neck. My vision starts going black. My last thought before my eyes fill with darkness is..............................
What did I do to deserve all this?