The Followers (a Louis Tomlinson fanfiction)

I figured after the incident my life would start getting better. I mean a person can only go through so much hell in one lifetime right? And that night I experienced what hell must be like. I thought regression to the mean would come into play, when things are really good something bad has to happen soon to balance the good and the bad out. But no, the scale seemed to keep tipping on the negative end and I thought death would be a relief to get me out of this living hell. But there was one thing that kept me going, him. He was one of my captors that was coincidently extremely kind to me but turned crueler then ever once the other one came around. His name was Louis. I know I must've been having some type of Stockholm syndrome but I couldn't shake the idea that he actually wanted to help me.

But did he?
I didn't know if it was just in my head or real but I sure as hell hoped it was real and that he could get me out of the hell I was living in.