Hostage

Wounded

Peridot's POV

I felt the pain in my shoulder as the warm blood escaped from the wound, getting my shirt all damp and stained.
"That was a warning. I can shoot a tin can from a very far distance, I don't need much effort to shoot your head from nearby, do anything I don't like and your dead." I nodded. "For now your going to have to be mine I guess. That means don't screw anything up, or we are both getting hurt." She said this to me as she grabbed a bandage from her bag that was handed to her awhile ago, she first patched up my arm, putting duck tape over it before taping some over her eye that was swollen shut.
She grabbed what looked like a curved silver knife from the table before walking over to my hands that were still on the table as I sat on the floor. "W-what are you doing??" I asked in a scared tone as she held my fingers out. She looked to me with her one silver-ish eye before speaking. "It'll be over soon, don't move too much."
Wait what- I loudly screamed to the feeling of my thumb being cut, she pulled off the pad of my thumb where my fingerprint was, putting it on the side of the table. I started to cry as I felt each one of my fingers getting cut, the sharp pinch of pain on every one before the after feeling of my blood leaking out of my now gone fingertips. She grabbed some more of the bandage cotton and wrapped each of my fingers again with it as I still cried. "Calm down, its over now."
"You just cut off my goddamn fingertips! How do I just 'calm down'!!" I yelled at her before instantly regretting it. She stopped wrapping my fingers, leaving two uncovered as she spoke. "You know, I don't have to do this to you, I could just kill you, or I could let you get infection on your wounds or bleed out, but guess what, I'm not. Don't make me regret it or you will too, so keep your trap shut about complaining. Others wouldn't do shit to help you, but I am, so be grateful you aren't dead right now." As she finished she made a slight huff before returning to finishing wrapping up the fingers that were left with some tape around the gauze.
She started to untie me from the chair and then the table, tying me to her belt loop like a leash, my hands attached to the rope.
"If you don't mind me asking, why do you have two nails in your neck?" She stopped moving at my question and thought for a second. "I actually do mind if you ask that, so don't." She spoke defensively before moving again, grabbing me by the scruff on my neck again. "Sorry..." I mumbled as she shoved me out the door, opening and closing it behind us as she dragged me to another room, this room closer. She let go of the back of my neck, letting me look around as she grabbed things. It looked like a file room, there were papers and baskets all over the room. "Don't touch anything." She said as she saw me look at the papers on the desk. She swiped all of them into a folder before taking it in her other hand as she grabbed my scruff on my neck once again. As we left the room some people looked to her in the hall, they saw her then whispered to each other , pointing in her direction. She seemed bothered by it, but was too busy with me to do anything about it. A minute or two later of silence as we walked we entered an elevator, taking us up 3 floors. As we walked off the elevator, we were in an alleyway, which led to a backdoor to what looked like a motel. Room 169 she opened, pushing me inside and setting the folder down on the table. She let go of my hair after she locked the door with her key, putting it back into her pocket.
She sat down in a chair before tying me to the table.
"I'm sorry but... I have to go to the restroom." I blurted out after she started to stand.
"Fine." She then untied me from the table, walking behind me as I went to the small bathroom that was there. She stepped inside behind me before shutting the door, turning on the light. "Your- your going to stay in here with me as I..." I trailed off, leading her to get my point. She nodded formally before speaking. "Do you seriously think you could do that with those on your fingers?" She motioned towards my hands before she untied them. "oh..."
I'm definitely not ok with this, but it has to happen at some point. "Could you uh..., could you..." I tried to make out with my voice as I motioned to my pants. She brought them down for me along with my undergarments. My face was definitely heated at this point, but I knew she wasn't going to take her eyes off me if I wasn't tied up.
After a few awkward minutes of getting that finished up and her tying me back to my spot on the table leg, she laid down on the bed, groaning. "Don't try escaping either, the table is stuck to the ground, this isn't a normal room. Not sure where you'd go to though if you did, you would be hunted down either way. If you get thirsty bite your tongue, if your hungry you can live until I feed you, if your tired when I'm awake, deal with it. Don't wake me up in the middle of the night for something stupid."
"O-ok, Lazuli???" I said nervously. "Don't call me that ever again, call me 'Lapis' when nobody is around, but if someone is around then call me 'Captor'."
"Ok Lapis." I said softly before I closed my eyes, trying my best to forget where I was and hoping I could sleep at all.