"Just another LA Devotee."
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When Faelecia decides to disregard the news, telling the residents to stay in their house, she get's the shock of her life. Will she be capable of making it through the hell? Or will he be capable of making it through...
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"Just another LA Devotee?" I asked, making him nod his head.
"Yes! But that is all I can tell you!" He belted, causing me to flinch.
"Now, extend your index finger." He demanded, causing me to do so. He went to the table and took a razor-sharp pin and a cotton swab. He held them both in his blue, latex gloves as he stepped over to me. He bent over and pierced the pin in my finger. I mouth and 'ow' and saw that he was applying pressure to my finger, causing blood to come out. He took the swab and wiped it across the blood, putting it in a sample bag.
"W-what was that for?" I quaked. He looked at me and walked away, practically leaving me hanging. I rolled my eyes as I watched his black overcoat disappear into the dark. I pulled on the straps keeping my hands bound to the arm of the chair, getting no result. I started jerking around in the chair, trying to leave. He tied them so tight that it's impossible. If he's not coming back, I should just try and sleep. He's probably gonna do some messed up test on me when I'm awake, so I should sleep.
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The smell of food and drinks came over me, and I shot my eyes open. I hadn't eaten in like a day. I noticed that Brendon was standing in front of me, quickly going to the table once he saw I was awake.
"Eat." He ordered, taking a plate of pasta and scooping it with a spoon. I felt like an actual five-year-old, having to have him feed me my pasta. It tasted weird because it was just cooked pasta, no sauce or anything. I took this time to take in his outfit. Always a black dress shirt, black overcoat, and jeans. He was always dressed appropriately.
"Drink." He took a grail full of what seemed to be some sort of juice and put in near my face. He slowly started tipping it as I consumed what was in the cup. I automatically spat it out, away from Brendon of course.
"What is that?" I shouted, spitting the remainders on the floor.
"It's wine, now drink some, or else you'll get dehydrated and die!" He threatened, shoving the grail in my face even more. I refused to drink it, closing my lips so he couldn't put any of the wine in them. He sighed loudly and rolled his eyes. He took one of his hands and pinched my nose. I tried to hold my breath but the need for oxygen was hard to ignore. I gasped and he dumped the wine in it and kept my mouth shut with his hand. I did what I had to do, and swallowed the wine, cringing at the taste. He took the grail and placed it on the table, taking more of the pasta and feeding it to me. At least he wasn't making any airplane noises. I looked away as I felt the tears start to form, but lucky for me, they didn't leave my eyes. He took the empty plate of pasta and put it on the table, which apparently had all his supplies on it.
"I don't get why you forced me to drink wine! I'm underage." I muttered, making Brendon give me a dirty look. He walked towards me, cocking his head and slamming his hands onto my arms, making me wince a little bit.
"Because I did! Enough questions! You are mine now, so I can feed or give you whatever I want!" He spat, keeping his grip tight on my arms. I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes for a second, opening them again. I did that all the time when I was upset or angry, and I could say that I'm expressing both.
"I'm so confused! I don't know what's going on?! Why can't you tell me what's going on?! It's not like I could go and tell anyone else, I'm never leaving!" I yelled. Brendon lifted his hand and brought it straight to my face. The sound of our skin making contact echoed through the walls, and I felt the slight burning feeling run through my cheek.
"Don't you ever dare talk back to me ever again, or it'll be worse!" He yelled, taking his gloves off angrily, slamming them on the table. "I don't need you giving me an attitude that I don't appreciate! I make the choices here, not you! So don't think you can make the rules here! You have to think of the position you're in! I'm the kidnapper and you're the victim, and now you're pushing your luck!" I started feeling the hot tears run down my face and knew how much of a loser I looked in front of him.
"Like I said, it's just another LA Devotee," he said, snapping on a pair of his blue gloves. I looked at him with pleading eyes, making him roll his.
"Please... you ruined everything, just, let me go..." my eyes were all full of tears. I avoided looking at him as much as possible, not daring to look into his deep eyes.
"Are you crying?" He asked arrogantly. I shook my head no, but I actually was.
