(Updated to fix mistakes)
Hey! Chapter 3 is here, thank you again for your support. I would like to warn that this chapter is a little violent (torture time!). Enjoy!
Stockholm syndrome
Chapter 3
That morning, Emilie was awakened by screams.
-I told you: not the young girl, Vaas, shit!
-She fucking kill her, anyway she was already half dead!
The two men were a few meters from the cage. She recognized the voices: Vaas and the guy with the golden chain.
-Tell me at least that the parents had already paid.
-Yeah, I have the money.
-OK. Well, I go back to work in the south, don't fuck up with the second one, okay?
The man started to leave, sighing.
-Yeah, it's okay, Hoyt. Oh and, what do I do with the first one? The pirate asked.
-Whatever you want, she is worthless. The other replied, looking over his shoulder.
A mean smile appeared on Vaas lips, he would have fun.
Emilie was still sitting on the floor, in the cage. The burning sunlight, thirst and fatigue were killing her slowly. Her vision was blurred. She distinguished Vaas's silhouette walking towards her. He now stood before her. She tried to speak a few words:
-W-water...
He smiled. He saw her dying in her prison, he loved it. But he wanted more, he wanted her to beg.
-How do you ask politely? He sneered.
She was silent. On the one hand, she was tired of always give in to his orders, to obey him like a little dog, to swallow her esteem before him. But on the other hand, she would die of thirst, is life not worth that sacrifice? At the same time, death would allow her to escape this hell she knew she would never leave. She said nothing. He began to get impatient. He took the bottle hanging from his belt, opened it and began to slowly pour its contents on the floor, before Emilie's eyes.
-You don't want that? It's a shame...
Oh well!
-I'm begging you, give some water, please!
He stopped with a satisfied smile on his lips. He entered the cage and gave the bottle to Emilie who hastened to take it and drink the precious liquid it contained. A little water remained in the bottle, she didn't waste a drop. Vaas exulted; he gently stroked her hair, saying:
-Bien, eres una bonita perra.
*Good, you're a nice bitch.*
It was exactly what Emilie feared. She wasn't his bitch, fuck off! Didn't he know about human dignity!?
When she finished, she threw him the object she was holding.
-Vas te faire foutre!
*Fuck you!*
-Ha, you take it like that? I try to be kind, generous, and you thank me by insulting me? Is that the education they give you, in France?
She had angered him. He pulled her by the hair, lifted her and said in her ear:
-I love to see you crawling to my feet, I love to see you suffer, I love to see you beg me, I love to see you cry... He continued with a sensual voice: it turns me on.
She suffered; she stared at his green eyes. She wanted to strangle him, slaughter him, skin him. She wanted to scream all the rage she had in her. Cry all her fear and anxiety. But she did nothing. This was what he wanted, she wouldn't give him this pleasure, she would resist, she wouldn't give in, she wouldn't give in anymore.
He brought her out of the cage, still pulling on her hair. He tied her hands behind her back, waking up burns which were already on her wrists. He took her to a cabin, threatening her with a gun. Along the way, the pirates looked. They saw her dirty and ripped clothes that hid almost nothing of her body. They hissed, staring at her with an evil look, giggled behind her back. She decided not to pay attention, otherwise she wouldn't be able to contain herself.
They entered an almost empty and fairly dark room. The walls and floor were made of concrete. One small window provided day light to the room. There was only a chair in the center, full of blood, as was the ground. Several metal tools were placed on a table, surely tools of torture. Chains were hanging on the walls and ceiling. The atmosphere was more than scary.
Vaas threw Emilie on the chair. He chained her on to it by the wrists and ankles. She couldn't move. She made no attempt to try to free herself; she knew it would be useless. He began to walk around her like a predator around its prey.
-So, you disrespect me, huh?
He stopped in front of her. He then slapped her strongly on the cheek. The force of the blow caused her to lean to the side. She spat the blood she had in her mouth, straightened up and began to stare into his eyes. No complaints, no whining, no cry. She wouldn't satisfy his sadism, she wouldn't scream, wouldn't cry. Understanding her intention, Vaas said:
-So you want to play this game? Okay, let's play!
He took a packet of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out and lit one. He inhaled and blew smoke on Emilie's face, she coughed. He was still walking around her in circles.
-What am I gonna do with you? There are so many choices; I don't know where to start. He said sarcastically.
He put the burning cigarette on the young woman's forearm. She winced a little, but nothing more. He leaned his face close to hers and whispered:
-Suffer... I love it...
She didn't move. She just stared at him with a hateful look. He stopped what he was doing and approached the table where were the tools. He ran his hand from right to left, pretending to choose one.
-You see, the problem is that I mustn't damage you too much. And this is really fucking annoying.
He took a knife. He repositioned himself in front of her, brandishing the blade and said with a smile:
-Well, where do I start? He gently slid the blade along Emilie's jawline. Don't worry, I won't touch your pretty face, it is worth far too much money. He continued with a calm tone.
He then began to lacerate the young woman's thigh. She felt her skin open under the cold edge of the blade. A burning pain seized her body. Her muscles contracted, she gritted her teeth while her flesh was torn. She let out a muffled groan. She did her best not to scream in agony. Vaas lost no crumb of the spectacle presented by Emilie's face. He stopped. He looked at his work, leaving a gaping wound from which was flowing the bright red liquid.
He put back the knife on the table. Emilie breathed out softly, closing her eyes. A tear rolled down her cheek. Her blood stained her shorts already soiled by dust and sweat.
-You are resistant; it makes me want to make you scream even more. Be patient, you'll see; I'll make you regret coming to the world. He said, sticking his tongue out between his teeth.
He then took a pair of pliers. He approached the young woman. He showed her the object he had in his hands.
-Do you know what this object is used for? He asked devilishly.
- ¿Para castrar los hijos de puta como tú? She replied mockingly.
*To castrate a son of a bitch like you?*
-Perra, voy a enseñarte las buenas maneras!
*Bitch, I'll teach you good manners!*
At these words, he took Emilie's hand, pinched the nail of the little finger and pulled with all his strength. Tears filled her eyes and fell on her face in torrents. She grunted and moaned, biting her lips. Vaas tore the nail. The pain was almost unbearable, but yet, she was resisting again and again. She didn't flinch before the monster. She tried to be strong. Her hatred and anger outweighed the pain. He walked away from her, stopped and put his hands on his hips.
-You know you're starting to piss me off, puta? He stated. Fortunately, my imagination gives me lots of ideas. He left the room, saying: Wait here, I'll be back.
And where did he want her to go? She was chained to a fucking chair! She was alone. She wriggled a bit to see how she could release herself. She tried to move in all directions, nothing to do. The chains were securely fastened. She gave up sighing loudly. She looked around, there might be a way. She thought of the tools, they could perhaps cut the chains. But she was too far from them. She tried to move the chair to reach the table, but it was useless, it made her injuries even more painful. She once again capitulated. She tilted her head back and exhaled slowly.
She had nothing else to do but think. She thought of her murder yesterday. She had taken someone's life for the first time. And not just anyone: her own sister, with whom she had spent so much time, with whom she had played, laughed, cried, with whom she had quarreled, reconciled, comforted, that she had seen grow up, she had supported, she had loved. A flood of memories washed over her. She felt tears welling up in her eyes. She was becoming a monster too.
She was rescued from her thoughts by the shrill squeak of the metal door. She saw Vaas entering the room. He was holding a person by the arm.
-Querida, I brought you something that will please you. He said mockingly.
When he emerged from the shadows, Emilie recognized the person who was with him, Julie.
-Julie, oh si tu savais comme je suis contente que tu sois là! Emilie shouted, smiling.
*Julie, oh if you knew how happy I am that you're here!*
Julie didn't answer. She just stared at her sister with a look of despise, anger and hatred. Emilie's smile faded. Vaas made Julie sit on a chair right in front of Emilie.
-Julie, dis-moi quelque chose, je t'en supplie… Emilie tried.
*Julie, tell me something, please...*
She was silent. Vaas looked as if he was attending a play.
-Espèce d'enfoirée de pétasse tarée égoïste, tu me dégoûtes. Julie spit to Emilie with a hateful tone.
*Fucking selfish crazy bitch, go fuck yourself, you're disgusting.*
- I wouldn't have liked it. Vaas chuckled.
Emilie didn't believe it. She lost her words. She still tried to say something:
-Julie, qu'est-ce qu'il te prend, sœurette-
*Julie, what's wrong with you, sis-*
-Ta gueule ! T'es pas ma sœur ! Ma sœur aurait jamais fait ça !
*Shut up! You're not my sister! My sister would never do that!*
-Ouch! It hurts. Vaas commented.
Emilie was shocked. Was she mad at her? Of course, Emilie could understand. But she had no choice! Emilie had trouble taking in her sister's words.
-J'ai pas eu le choix, tu le sais, je ne voulais pas-
*I had no choice, you know it, I didn't want-*
-Ferme-la ! Tu l'as tuée, sale monstre!
*Shut up! You killed her, you're a monster!*
Julie cried all the tears from her body. She was mad as hell at Emilie. Vaas was standing next to the two girls. He pretended to be grieved:
-What a pity, a family torn apart... I would almost shed a tear. But I know how to cheer me up!
He then took the knife that wounded Emilie and approached Julie. The latter didn't try to defend herself. He positioned the blade on her throat.
-No! Emilie shouted.
-Go ahead, do it. Julie said, still staring at her sister.
-Since you asked ... Vaas answered.
Seeing this moment arrive, Emilie stated:
-Julie, je t'aime.
*Julie, I love you.*
-Eh ben pas moi.
*Well, I do not.*
She had just enough time to finish her sentence before Vaas slid the blade on her throat. A wave of blood spilled on the ground, before the wide-eyed Emilie. No! No! The young woman was upset, she was gone, she would never see her big sister she loved so much again. Her last words were like a dagger in her heart. The last words she said was to tell her she didn't love her. The emotional pain was worse than the physical pain. Emilie couldn't help but start crying, moaning. She broke down. Vaas grabbed her hair and lifted her head towards him.
-So, what does it make you feel now? You always want to act like you're a tough girl?
She immediately stopped. No, she mustn't cry because of him. She resisted once more. She stared at him with a dark glare. You could see all her hatred on her face.
-Boring to die... He said before he released her.
He sighed deeply. He walked back and forth in the room frantically, making round trips from one point to another while she was staring at her sister's corpse, lying on the floor. He suddenly stopped in front of her. He stared at her for a long time before approaching her and gently caressed her cheek. She tried to avoid his touch, turning her head. Her reaction made him smile. He crouched in front of her and put his hand on her unharmed thigh. She gesticulated once again to break the contact that disgusted her, in vain.
-All things considered , you're right not to cry. He began. Family, it's useless, it isn't worth crying for it. Parents, brothers, sisters, it's all bullshit. You must forget them, you're here now, with me...
Emilie was listening to him saying these words. She didn't know where it was going. Forget her family? It is impossible. It didn't take long for her to answer him:
-And what do you know about it, about family?
He stood up and replied, pulling out a syringe from his pocket:
-Oh, trust me; I have a good experience with it.
With these words, he plunged the syringe in Emilie's arm. She was surprised and before she could do anything, she felt her body weaken. In a very short time, her eyelids became heavy and her eyes closed.
-Go to sleep, Querida.
These words were the last ones she heard before falling into a deep sleep.
That's it! As usual thank you for taking time to read this chapter, don't hesitate to post a review, follow… Bye!
Badi-otaku.
