How to take a hostage (Johnny Depp fanfiction)

Chapter 37

The next morning I woke up and felt as terrible as I never did before. My arms and legs were aching, my lungs sounded like a chain smokers and my arm was still burning. They were about to kill me if they went on like that. Scarily that didn't frighten me. The last few days I've been pushed around, pinned against walls and grounds, got my throat squeezed, my arms turned around and cut, people have sat and jumped on me. And the last time I ate was more than a day ago. Drinking wouldn't be bad either. Or a bath and some medical care. But what was I dreaming about? I could be happy if I got some food and drinking. Carefully I took a look at my arm. It still hurt, but all the blood had dried. And I could read what Aron wrote. 'LOVE HURTS' it said there. A shiver ran over my whole body, this time not caused by the cold. Definitely a message to John. As was the whole camera, now I got what they were talking about. Somehow I was right, I actually was the model, but not the one they hired. They would send that video of me getting tortured to John. To keep myself calm I groped for the earring in my shoe. As small as it was, I had some hope. It wasn't a proper weapon, but maybe I could use it for something. Sad, that I had to sacrifice it, but I wouldn't stop from escaping if I could, just to keep that earring. John would understand.

How long did I sleep? What time was it? I hadn't the slightest idea, the room had no windows at all. Would they let me starve? Could I expect getting some food? My fingers played with the earring all the time. It became a game. At some point everything in this room would become a game. When I turned mad. But somehow I had the feeling that wouldn't happen, before they were going to torture me. How calm I could talk about it. Suddenly I realized I needed to go to the toilet. It was painful to move up, but I did it. Like a zombie I walked towards the door. When I reached it, I relieved a breath. Everything was aching. I leaned my back against the door and slammed its surface with my foot. "Eeey" I yelled, but it wasn't as loud as I thought it would be.

Suddenly the door opened harshly and I fell back into someone's arms. As quickly as I could I turned around to see Aron with his mean grin standing behind me. Scared I took a step back. He was the one who hurt me and I knew he enjoyed it and couldn't wait for more. "What?", he snapped at me. I tried to be confident and said that I had to go to the toilet. Annoyed he grabbed my wrist and dragged me with him along some floors and halls. If his grip wasn't that tight I'd fall behind quickly. Luckily he didn't pick the hurt arm, that would have killed me. Suddenly he pushed me through a door "hurry up" was the last I heard before it closed. I looked around for something I could use to escape, but there was just a toilet, nothing more.

When I was finished I walked back to the door. Maybe that was my only chance to get out of here. My heart started beating faster when I thought about my possibilities. I was able to run, if I only could knock Aron out. I didn't had the illusion I'd be faster than him, but if I knocked him out it should be possible. The door was thick, and slowly a plan grew inside my head. I hid myself behind the door and waited. At some point he'd come in. When the door opened I took it and smashed it back with all the power I had. I saw Aron going to the ground holding his head and that was all I needed. I jumped out of the door and ran along the floors. Where did I have to go to get out? When I risked a view back I saw Aron standing on his feet again. He saw me and started running. Fuck, he was supposed to be knocked out a bit longer. Abruptly I was standing in front of a cross way. Which one should I pick? I hadn't the time to pick, so I just ran into the right one. Aron's steps behind me weren't loud, he was silent like a hunting animal. Out of nowhere his hand grabbed my hair and pulled it back roughly. A scream yelled in my ears. Now he would kill me, I had no doubts. I remembered his words that the next time there wouldn't be an excuse. Now there was no one.