Bruises and Bitemarks

Chapter 20

/Kaya Scodelario as Lucy... I suggest a probably well-known song for this chapter, but have fun reading. <3/

I woke up in a poorly lighted room, with my eyes and body feeling ever so heavy. It was hard to adjust to the strange yellowish colours around me, that the small lamp caused. It was hanging from the ceiling. 

The smell told me I was in a basement, but it didn't seem like one. I could catch the sight of a small, pink wardrobe, with stickers all over its door. I was sitting on the ground, but to be fair, it was way too soft to just be the floor. A carpet. I guess. 

As my eyes slowly got used to the dark, I could look around... 

My whole body began to shake, starting out from a horrifying shiver that ran down my spine, but the trembling didn't stop at that. I felt panic rushing through my veins in an unstoppable manner. I'm sure all blood left from my face as I stared wide-eyed at my childhood room. 

No... I mean it couldn't be my actual room since it had no windows, but these were all my... furniture. That wardrobe... that bed on in the corner. The bright green carpet. 

And finally, Robert the rabbit (my only childhood plush toy) but he wasn't alone. Someone - a gloved hand - was holding him carelessly. 

Ramsey was so unmovingly staring at me from an armchair, that for a second I thought it's just a life-sized doll, but it wasn't. He slowly lifted up Robert, taking a closer look at the weary toy. 

"What the fuck?" okay, it came out less solid than I thought it would, but in the given situation I think it was perfectly okay. I tried to get up, and question Ramsey of his crazy behaviour, but I soon realized why were my hands and body so hard to move. 

I was chained. Both of my wrists and also my neck. 

"You could be more grateful, I had to kill your parents to get all the furniture here... And then clean up their blood... Uff, it was such a mess Amy, I don't even know where to start" he whined, obviously only to tell me, he, in fact, killed my parents. I didn't try to act like I'm sad. I haven't seen them in a good 5 years. But... Why did he do all this? He didn't have to murder them... I'm sure they weren't holding onto my old stuff. 

"You know, It would be fucking fancy if you decide if you want me in your life or not. I get it. You two don't agree on things. I don't care, make up your fucking mind, and stop being such a drama queen. Why did you bring all this here?" I burst out tiredly, somehow so sure he will take this tone from me.

His eyes twitched into a twisted smile, while he was listening to me.

"Oh, no sweetheart, for this once, he really helped me out... If I were to get you here while you lived with us, he would be looking for you. But now, nobody will bother is... finally." I somehow got unsure because of the look he wore. Some kind of obsessive, sparkle appeared in his eyes. His sleeves were rolled up, and he wore his gloves. 

Is he going to...? 

I suppose he noticed the sudden horror in my eyes because he chuckled lowly. 

"Well yes. To your information, I am planning to torture you with all those cute things on the table..." he gestured towards my childhood table, that would only be good for a toddle judging from the size "But indeed I am a man of results. I don't care how we get there... If I get what I want, you will be perfectly unharmed." 

His statement somehow left me unease... if he would only want me to do the dishes, he probably would have not chained me up. I swallowed and tried to get myself together... I know him. I know him. I can make him stop.