Her Dystopia

Chapter 12: "What's your point?"

"Where are you taking me?" I asked.

"You need a bath and new clothes." He responded.

I'm okay with that.

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Kameron led me through the tavern of drunk men and as before, they wolf-whistled and cleared the way, but this time was because the right hand man was escorting me. We were at the back of the tavern where the elevator was. It was old, dusty, had a suicidal fence replace the walls, and didn't look safe, but hey, if I die, I won't die alone. Kameron helped me on and got on right after me. A few seconds later, I felt a huge shift and I held on to his arm tighter. "Come on Kat, relax. If something happens, then me or Andrew will get their asses." I breathed out. "That's what I'm scared of."

After what felt like hours, we finally reached a floor. I raced off of the elevator, but not wanting to let go, I dragged him along with me. This floor smelled of sweet candles and different textures of perfume. I'm suffocating under the weight of hundreds of perfumes. I turned back around, finally letting go of his arm and started walking back to the raggedy elevator. He stopped. "What are you doing?" He asked.

"I would rather ride that rickety death machine again than smell overlapping strawberry and banana perfumes." I responded without stopping. I was almost there when I heard his footsteps come towards me. I was halfway in panic mode. If he caught me, he would bring me back into the death hole I don't want to die yet. So what's the most reasonable way to get out of this situation?

Run.

I ran onto the elevator and curled up in a ball in the back corner. I heard his footsteps come onto the elevator.

"Come on. We gotta go." He said while tugging on my leg and my arm. He touched my hair and I bit him. Maybe Charlotte was right cus I know my nails hurt his poor hand. He sucked in some air and looked at me. I sheepishly lifted my head up and tightened my body together. "My bad 'bout that. Reflex." He sucked the blood from his hand and got closer to me.

"Get up. If you don't, then you'll be punished." He said lowly while hovering over me.

"Go ahead, do it." I teased before ducking my head back in between my knees.

"Three."

This is it.

"Two."

I was gonna die either way.

"One."

Here we go.

In a second he lifted me like it was nothing and hovered me over the edge. I didn't scream, I just squealed. Trust me, I want to scream, but one, I can't get it out and two, my pride took over me. "Let go of me!" I yelled while frantically wiggling in the air. Of course, no one came to my rescue because everyone's used to the sound girls screaming at their attacker. "Say you're sorry."

"No."

He teased me by dropping me, but quickly catching me. My heart's gonna explode. "Say you're sorry." He said once more, but more playful. His mood went from psychopathic killer to best friend in an instant. "I'm sorry, ok!" I yelled once more. He backed away from the ledge and carried me off the elevator. I reached for it, but there was nothing to hold on to. So now I'm just dangling in his arms.

"Would you like to let me go?" I ask when I begin to smell the strong poison again.

"Nope." He replied with popping the p.

I sighed and just went limp into his arms. There's no point trying to run. If I do, he'll either run after me and kill me or the elevator will break from being so rickety. He's holding me to where my face is near his back so I really can't see anything, but I can smell a lot. I don't like it. If you're wondering what it smells like, it smells like implants and fake people.