Marlowe:
Everything's black and cold. I can feel a small wet liquid touch the big toe of my foot. And I feel as if I have no clothes on. Whoever has me, has stripped me bare.
Billy will know something is wrong. He'll come for me.
Why would anyone want me? And where am I? Why am I here? Are the questions I ask myself when I feel like it's around dinner time. It is, there was a tray of food slid under the door. At least that's what I think it is. I tasted it and it didn't taste very good. I can see shoes in front of the closed door. "Wait, please, where am I?" I yell out. No one answers. I eat the rest of the crappy food, afterwards, crawling up in a ball. Naked and vulnerable. Why hasn't anyone found me yet?
"Marlowe?"
I recognise that voice as Eleven's. Has she connected with me somehow? "Eleven?"
"Yes."
"Do you know where I am?"
It takes her a minute to reply.
"Bad Men."
YOU ARE READING
Private Eyes- Billy Hargrove {Stranger Things}
Science Fiction"I can't believe it. He still pulling you, isn't he?" She says shaking her head as she opens her notes, trying to look busy as he sits across from the both of us. "Like a string," I say quietly, glancing at him. Without a glance back, he speaks. ...
