Abduction [l.t. a.u.]

epilouge

Epilouge: three years later

stockholm syndrome: [noun]

a psychological phenomenon in which a hostage expresses empathy, sympathy or develops positive feelings towards their captor, sometimes to the point of defending and identifying with the captors. these feelings are considered irrational by victims who mistake an act of abuse by their captor for an act of kindness.

Marabella

Walking down the halls of the ADX prison, my mind is tormented with thoughts of my past life. I cringe as I walk past each cell with men desperately reaching out from between the bars trying to get to me. I feel in control, much like I did during the six month period of being with Louis, but I would never let myself go back to that place. Just knowing that they can't reach me, or do any harm to me, makes me feel superior to them and I hate that feeling. I carry myself with dignity and push the feelings of superiority down as I enter the small viewing room and take my seat dead center in the front row. No pun intended.

When the FBI finally closed in on us and Louis basically forced me to go with them and testify against him, and it killed everything inside of me. Watching him silently cry, thinking nobody was paying attention to him as I made my statement, made me want to sling the microphone across the room just so I could run and hug him, but I refrained to keep myself safe. I knew that that's what he wanted me to do and that's the only way I could do it. As Louis wished, I told them everything that happened, including Zayn helping us. He was stripped of his FBI credentials and was sent to some federal prison in Virginia. I felt horrible for doing this to the both of them, but I know I had to do it. The worst part was when he was sentenced to death; I completely lost it. I started bawling and hyperventilating like I couldn't believe what was happening. Louis, of course, expected it and managed to keep a straight face.

The urges to kill were the worst. When the whole Louis trial was over and they first sent me to the asylum, I would imagine killing people. Anyone that came around me was dead ten times over in my mind before they could speak one word to me. I attempted to kill one of my nurses, earning me a week in solitary confinement, four different times before they finally decided that she wasn't safe around me and I never seen her again. My burning desire to rip someone's life from them slowly diminished after about a year and a half. That was the most horrifying part of it all.

After years, not to mention the thousands of dollars, I have spent in therapy and medication, I am now back in my right mind. Being diagnosed with Stockholm Syndrome, it took some time for me to get used to the fact that I am not, nor was I ever, in love with Louis Tomlinson. I was merely blinded by this horrible disease that he has caused me. I have many memories of the nights I laid in my bed in solitary confinement, crying and screaming, begging Louis to come and save me. Thinking of how foolish I was makes me want to throw up.

However, today I will get my revenge on the bastard that caused me so much pain and suffering. Today is the day I finally get to witness the infamous Louis Tomlinson get put down on the electric chair. After years and countless nightmares reliving those nights I killed and tortured all of those innocent people, I get to see the man that pushed me to do it die. I was invited to join them in Colorado today to bear witness to the electrocution of the Lakefront Killer, seeing as I was the one to testify against him, and I couldn't help but to accept the offer.

This will be the last time I will ever witness a person dying and enjoy every second of it. I despise him with every fiber in my being.

Louis

Today is the day. The day I have been looking forward to for the past three years. Though today will be the last time I ever take a breath of air, it will also be the day I finally get to reunite with the love of my life, Marabella Coleman. All of the time I've spent in this sick and demented place will all be worth it once I get to see her beautiful face just one more time, and if I have any say in it, it will be the last thing I see before I die.