𝕀𝕀 𝔾𝔼𝕋ℍ𝔼ℝ - 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 (25) *𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑*

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My body feels uncomfortable as if I'm stuck in this position for a long time. I slowly open my eyes, looking around, the area is dark. It seems like an abandoned place. My hands are tied up to the wall, I try my best to escape but the rope is too tight.

"What is this? Where am I ?" I speak to myself.
"HELLO? Are you a newcomer?" A voice that sounds near me speaks.
"Who is this?" I lean over to where the voice is coming from.
"We are the victims," she says. "Right now, he would be out for dinner."
"Are you saying...we got kidnapped?" I ask her.
"Yes, this seems to be his hideout place. His target is only girls our age."
"Is there anyone else?" I ask.
"Me, I'm starving, I think it's my 2nd day here," another girl speaks up.
"Also me, I'm the first target that he brought here," a girl whose voice sounds like she's out of energy.
"So right now, there's 4 of us including me, am I correct?"
"Yes," the starving girl agrees.
"Are you all tied up in the same area, why am I the only one being tied up by myself?"
"The thing is...," the starving girl speaks, "whenever he brought someone here, he would play around with them until they got scared. It happened to us, you may be next when he comes back."
"What? What kind of jerk is he? Who does he think he is?" I try to untie myself.
"If you make him mad, he can be abusive," she says.
"We will escape, don't worry, one of my friends might know about this, we will be fine. You hear me, girls?" I ask them.
"I miss my mom, she might be worried right now," one of them cries.
"It's okay, let's just think of this as a nightmare, once you wake up, everything will be fine," I try to comfort her although we are afar.
"I-," when she's about to speak, footsteps slowly come near us.

*tap, tap, tap*

The guy in his mask whistles as he walks in an imitating way. He's holding a baseball bat tapping it on the wall as he comes near me.

"Why didn't you let me help you earlier? Am I that disgusting to you?" He squats down.
I spit on him, "even if I die, I won't ever beg for your help."
He claps, "wow, how bold of you! You are just asking for a death wish."
"What benefits will you get from doing this? Don't you have a family? They didn't raise you so you can become a jerk."
"Family? Shit, there's no such thing as a family for me. When someone abandoned you, you are just nothing but trash," he says.
"So your parents abandoned you?" I ask him.
"Girls like you need to feel what it is like to have no one by your side."
"You are taking others' happiness away because of what you went through? It's not your fault that you were abandoned, however, becoming a jerk because of it is like bringing you down twice."
"SHUT UP!" He slams the baseball bat. "What do you know?" He laughs, "it must be fun seeing your family is worried about you when you are missing, isn't it thrilling? And...when they couldn't find you, you are just abandoned like the other girls that I brought here. Nothing but trash in this building."
"Actually, no, we are not trash that is leftovers. We have people that are still looking for us, although they don't find us, we know that someone still loves us and wants us to be back by their side. What about you? You are abandoned, and doing such things as this, you are nothing like trash. You made yourself become one. In the end, you are just alone with no one by your side. If you repent, you could at least get a chance for forgive-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He slaps me. "WHO ARE YOU TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO YOU DAMN BI-"
Someone runs quickly and kicks him in the stomach, "How dare you to hurt my girl!" He punches the guy. He keeps punching and punching him.

It's Aaron, he's here.

"This punch is for slapping her," he punches him. "This punch is for kidnapping her," he punches him again. "This punch is for calling her words," he punches. "Lastly, this punch is for you to wake up," he punches him the hardest on the last one.

The guy laughs as blood comes out of his mouth, "trash, every one of you here... is...TRASHHHHHH!"

Aaron gets up and comes to untie me.

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