Stockholm Syndrome, Do I love one of my kidnapper's? ( edited)

chapter 3

   Tom came to my door and yanked the door open before I could get off the of it, resulting in me falling out of the car landing face first with a thud on the floor. He chuckled lightly "Too slow." I sat up slowly glaring at him, wincing at slight sting on the side of my face. He laughed even harder, "You have a little something." he pointed to the side of his face. I slowly raised my hand up to the side of my face wincing at the sting, probably a scrape. Bastard has the nerve to laugh. Next thing I knew arms were yanking me up and throwing me over broad shoulders. I didn't say anything as the person started to move knowing it wasn't Tom and glad to be off the floor. I refused to yell or cry once. I would not show them that they got the best of me.  The person, who I assumed was Mitch, had his hands firmlu below my butt and I couldnt help but squirm uncomfortably. "Stay still or I'll drop you." I humphed amd stopped moving. 

As I heard a door knob turned, which I assumed was the door to the shabby cabin being open, I tried to sit up. Only to have my head whipped to the right as he suddenly made a sharp turn. Another door knob then plop I landed rather ungracefully as I was tossed roughly on a bed. It was lumpy, and thin but clean. I looked up at Mitch but he was staring at the side of my face, I touched it lightly and winced as it stung. I looked down at my hands to see they were dirty, the side of my face cant be any better I thought angrily. Mitch shook his head slightly walked a way I heard water turn on somewhere. He returned a couple of minutes later with a wet rag and a bowl filled with water . He knelt in front me grabbing my face. "What are you doing?" He didn't answer, just dab at my cheek with the rag.

I hissed and he lightened the pressure a bit, I'm not sure whether he was concious of it but i was grateful. I tried to catch a better look at him so I pulled back. He tsked, "Stay still." He then dipped the rag in the bowl wiping over the gash again. He did this several more times until he was satisfied. "Its better then nothing" He said after he was done.

"Hey look money hungry and sweet." I said sarcastically after he was done, he glared at me and just turned away. "Don't worry Mr.Krabs your secret's safe with me, I wont tell your master you ever so gracefully saved me from getting a nasty infection." I kept my voice sweet as honey. He turned towards me apparently pissed, and I tensed thinking I was in trouble, but instead he stormed out.

Jerk, asshole. JERK! couldn't stand up for himself without his boss around. I observed my surroundings. Bed was thin and lumpy the dresser was rather old, as was the small frail chair across from me. Atleast the room was clean fresh sheets, fresh curtains. Apparently they were planning for my stay. I went to the window and pulled the curtains aside. 

Great, just great. Bars on the window.

WAIT! My cell phone I pulled it out quickly. I checked the service, it was low but do-able. Bang! The door slammed open hitting the opposite wall. Mitch grabbed my phone and growled "You know what'll happen if Tom find you trying anything stupid!" My mouth dropped and he stared me in the eyes angrily. "He'll kill you, you hear me?!"

I shrugged. "Might as well be if I'm going to be stuck as hostage to you two heartless bastards!" A look of disbelief crossed his face at my words. Then he yanked my wrist, "Do you want to die?" I knew I didn't but i didn't say so. I just shrugged again, wanting him to let go of me. "Well go die with someone else, your my money. My ticket-" he cut off, shoved me on the bed and rushed out again slamming the door behind him. 

Stupid fucking kidnappers ! So much for that.