LA Devotee//B.U

Two

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Shoes clicking. Water dripping. Voices in my head.

I woke up in a frantic sweat, my breathing ragged. I took in my surroundings, which led me to see that I was in some sort of basement. The clicking of shoes got louder, and I shot my head up, meeting eyes with the man who drugged me. Wait! I'm tied to a chair, I've been kidnapped. What does this man want with me? Am I going to die? What if he tortures me? My mind raced with all these thoughts, causing me to go into a huge freak out mode. I looked down at my wrists, which were tied down to the chair with tight, leather straps.

"W-what's going on?" I stammered. "Why am I tied to a c-chair?" The man walked up to me, bending down so he was eye-level with me.

"Can you really not realize what's going on? You're tied to a chair. If that's not a big enough hint, I can't help you." He fumed, applying pressure on my arms as he leaned forward. I writhed in pain, making him glare me before he stopped. He walked to a little, portable table beside the chair that I was sitting in. He took two blue gloves out of a Kleenex brand box, snapping them on his hands.

"Stay still!" He demanded, causing me to sink into my chair. Can this chair please swallow me and make me fall into a deep pit? He tightened his gloves around his hands and walked over to me. He gripped the bottom of my chin and took something out of his back jean pocket. He forced my face at an angle and shined a flashlight in my eye, I don't know why of course. A little while of doing that test, he clicked the flashlight off and walked away. I felt the tears run down my face, and only because something bright had shone in them.

"What was that for?" I shouted, causing the man to turn his head to me and walk over again, his fists clenched.

"Something you don't need to know, now hush! Before I hush you myself!" He threatened. His shoes clicked all the way to the other side of the room. Is he seriously leaving? I closed my eyes and tried falling asleep, being very tired from the flashlight in my eye.

***

I stirred and stirred, but there was no actual way to get comfortable in this chair. My head was slung in front. I tried lifting it, but I got a kink in my neck, making it impossible to do so without getting hurt. This would be painful, and I knew I would regret doing this, but I quickly jerked my head up , causing it to go back to it's normal stance. Didn't hurt that bad.

The man was in front of me again, just looking at me struggle. Does he find this amusing? He stood up and stood in front of me, just looking down upon me.

"When was the last time you ate anything?" He asked, putting on another pair of those blue gloves.

I shrugged. "Lunch of the day you abducted me." I informed, making him nod and go to that table. I looked over at him and say he had a very long piece of celery with him.

"Eat." He ordered, holding the celery in front of my face. Once my teeth were sunken into the vegetable, he ripped it out of my mouth. We continued the process until the stick was gone.

"Why did you do that?" I asked.

"Do what?" He hissed, making me flinch. "Feed you? Because I don't want you to die on me." He stomped his foot, causing the clock noise to become ten times louder.

"No! Why did you do all of this to me? Why am I here? Why me?" I begged, just having a little hope he would answer me truthfully.

He took a deep breath before answering, "Look! I can't answer all of your questions, alright! I can barely tell you anything, so, I'm pushing my limits, I'll give you my name, but that's the only thing you are permitted to know." He looked mad, but I was too, so I didn't care.

"My name is Brendon, what's yours?" He tried his best to ask politely.

"I'm Faelecia. Now can you tell me why I'm here?" He shook his head no and glared at me.

"What did I just say five seconds ago?! I said I can't tell you anything, even things you can't understand!" He snapped.

"If I won't understand, why can't you just tell me? You're not being straightforward, it's like you're telling me an inside joke." I stated, making Brendon roll his eyes, clenching his fists and taking another deep breath.

"It's just another LA Devotee,"