Muted

Chapter 28

The next day I was trapped in the room Dillon brought me to. I didn't mind because it meant being left alone; that was until his father came in.

I still sat in the very corner they Dillon left me in, being watched like a hawk. I felt naked under his gaze. I've never felt more uncomfortable in my entire life.

"So you're the girl they brought me to," I read his lips. They? Who is they?

"My son and that girl," he spoke as if he read my mind. Angie's in on this too? How? They left her tied to a chair right next to me? And starving at that.

"Do you know how long it took to get them under my commands? Longer than it took to find you," I looked at him confused and scared.

"Stockholm syndrome. Once you've brainwashed them enough to gain your trust, they'll listen. Once they learn regain their own control again, you punish them," he said as if he read my mind... again.

Stockholm syndrome? That's why Dillon's acting differently? But what about Angie? She even said he was abusive. If it's truly Stockholm Syndrome, why would she say that?

And as if my questions have been answered, I watched Angie freely walk past the door down the hallway. So was he actually abusive? Or was there another piece to the story I was missing?

I looked back up at Dillon's father. He looked at me with stone cold eyes and an emotionless face. This man didn't save a single soul running through his body.

He slowly approached me, taking caution with his steps. I knew his game now. He wanted my trust, and I was determined to never let that happen. I would pretend I had faith in him, but I knew I was trapped in a house with the devil himself.

He very gently grabbed my arms, pulling me up. He slowly dragged me into the kitchen where I found Angie happily speaking with Dillon's biological mom. She seemed as if she had forgotten the events that took place the day before. As for Dillon, it was his turn taped to the chair.

He didn't look scared or drowsy. In fact, he looked pissed. He refused to look up from the table as he heard the monsters footsteps roaming through the house.

But when I was forced into my seat, he looked up and his eyes softened. He looked scared and confused that I was there. He looked as if he had no memory of my arrival.

He looked at my arms, freshly bruised and I could see it in his face that he was questioning if he's ever put his hands on me the way he did the night before. He quickly jerked his head back towards the table and refused eye contact of any sort.

I couldn't stand to see him like this. He was vulnerable to this and I knew it. He had already been abused by his adoptive parents and now his biological ones were brainwashing him and Angie into trusting and sympathizing with their abuse. They were so brainwashed that they couldn't seem to remember the events that just took place yesterday.

I was freaking out inside. What did his father do to them? I had to get them both out of here. I knew they would probably need therapy for the rest of their lives, but I was going to make sure that they wouldn't die at the hands of a psycho.

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Sorry for such a short chapter!! Also be prepared for a bunch of twists and turns because you guys are not ready!!