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Hi everyone! So, for this chapter, I have to say that it is a little bit violent, but nothing very serious. Anyway, thank you for your reviews and enjoy!


Stockholm syndrome

Chapter 7:

Back to the camp, Vaas took Emilie in his shack, still dragging her by the arm. He came in and made her sit on the bed. He took a chair and sat down in front of her. He put his elbows on his knees and let his chin rest on his hands. He looked at her for a few minutes, he was observing her, he was staring at her with an insistent gaze. Emilie was completely lost, she didn't move, she didn't dare to. His look started to be embarrassing. She wriggled a little as to eliminate this discomfort. Vaas finally broke the silence.

-Why are you doing this? He asked in a relatively calm tone.

She gave him a questioning look and didn't answer.

-Answer me, puta! He started to get angry.

-Doing what? She asked, seeing that remaining silent wasn't a good idea.

-Don't fuck with me!

He stood up abruptly from his chair and swung it violently to the side. Emilie gave a little jolt of fear and surprise. He approached her fast, took her arms to immobilize her and stared at her. She started to get a little scared but she remained strong.

-Why do you make me feel that, huh!? Why are you not like the fucking others, huh!? Why can I not kill you or even let you go!? She didn't answer, he shook her violently. ANSWER ME!

She was a little scared, but she was angry above all. His behavior made her furious. What had she done, she had run away, it's true. But there, he reproached her something that wasn't her fault! What's wrong with him!? She stood up and wriggled to break free of his grip. She managed to free one arm and immediately dealt him a huge slap on the cheek. He backed away a little bit, putting his hand on his cheek that turned red. He couldn't believe it, she had dared! He gave her a hateful gaze.

Shit...

And he immediately slapped her back. His power was far greater than the girl's, she fell to the ground in shock. He took the opportunity and jumped on her, one leg on each side of her to keep her still. He took her by the neck and started to tighten as he was shaking her.

-Who d'you fucking think you are, tarada, you want to disrespect me!? But what you didn't seem to understand is that no one disrespects me, no fucking one!

Shouting these words, he took out his knife and approached Emilie's face. He was still holding her by the neck, she tried to defend herself but it was useless. Again, he was much stronger. She looked, in horror, at the blade that was getting closer and closer of her left eye. But she didn't give up, she looked down at the gun hanging on Vaas' belt. Without thinking, she grabbed it and brought the barrel on the pirate's forehead. He released his grip and put the blade away. She believed that torture was over, but instead of going away, Vaas laughed out loud when he saw the girl, ready to kill him. Emilie was even more upset by his reaction.

-Ha ha ha... And what are you gonna do with that, perra, huh? He asked her, making fun of her.

-KILL YOU! She replied.

His smile suddenly disappeared, giving way to a look of anger and hatred. He grabbed the barrel of the gun and pressed it hard against his forehead.

-Then fucking do it, go ahead! He said to her. She didn't move. DO IT! He shouted.

Emilie closed her eyes, every muscles of her face contracted. She prepared to pull the trigger but she stopped. She dropped the gun, Vaas retrieved it and stood up. Realizing what she just had done, Emilie sighed and let her head rest on the floor. She couldn't have done it anyway. Vaas laughed while holstering his gun. Once done, he turned to the girl and looked at her. She was still on the floor, she expected him to do something, to laugh at her, to hit her, to insult her, to kill her. But none came; he only looked at her.

After a moment, he finally started to move. He took Emilie's hand to make her stand up and he made her sit on the bed. She didn't really know what was going on in her mind, but she had left her chance pass, she could no longer do anything, so she resigned herself to accept her fate. She remained still, head down, hands on her thighs. She saw the scar on her left thigh, she had almost forgotten it. It wasn't beautiful, it was a scar after all, but Emilie liked it, oddly. She lifted her head to see Vaas, turning his back to her, looking for something in his wardrobe. Unsurprisingly, Emilie noticed that the closet was three-quarters filled with guns of all kinds, knives, ammunition, explosives, ropes and chains. Yes, it wasn't surprising for someone like Vaas.

-Well then? What are you gonna do to me now? She asked with a weary tone, without an ounce of worry.

He didn't answer but when he found what he wanted, he turned and walked over to Emilie. She didn't see what he had in his hand. And in less time than it takes to say it, he took her left arm and attached it to the bars of the headboard with handcuffs.

-Qu'est-ce que- *What the-*Emilie was surprised. She didn't expect that, she didn't know how to react. She remained silent while he said in her ear:

-This way you won't escape anymore, Querida, you'll stay with me quietly, has comprendido?

Huh? Emilie could less and less figure out what was going on. For a moment he wanted to get rid of her, another he wanted her to stay with him. She didn't understand anything. When he turned to leave the room, she felt like she had to ask:

-Why don't you kill me? You said that-

-I SAID, I couldn't do it, OK? I told you that I couldn't kill you, not even let you go!

-Then what are you gonna do?!

He turned to face her with that evil grin she knew well now.

-You see, you really piss me off right now. So I'll repay you, you will suffer... YOU WILL SUFFER AS MUCH AS I SUFFER!

He hurried out of the room. Emilie stayed there for hours, attached to the iron bars. She was waiting. What? She didn't know, but she waited. She was alone with herself, alone with her thoughts and memories. She had almost lost all sense of time. Her only reference was the light that entered the room through the window. She was trying to put her ideas in place. She even tried to understand what was going on in the mind of this freak. But it was impossible.

He was... how to put it... weird? Moody, arrogant, unpredictable, extremely touchy... He was dangerous. He was addicted to drugs and blood, he was violent and merciless. Yeah, everything to please! But the weirdest thing about all this was that Emilie couldn't help but be... attracted to that. The very person of Vaas was a danger, and she knew it. But, what would have scared anyone actually appealed her and charmed her.

Emilie couldn't understand Vaas. But how could she if she wasn't even able to understand herself! When he wasn't with her, she thought of him, she wanted him to be near her, she needed him. But when he was with her, she was afraid of him, she wanted to kill him, she wanted to make him disappear. Long story short, she was totally clueless.

In the end, she was tired of racking her brain; she stopped thinking about all that. She looked out the window, the night had fallen. She sighed, she was horribly bored. She started to look at the room. She couldn't see much of it, but she could make out some objects.

In the corner at the foot of the bed was a TV with a stack of DVDs next to it. On the night table, a small lamp, she lit it to see more clearly. She opened the drawer of the night table, a cigarette box, a knife and... a figurine of a vahiné? Emilie took it in her hand, its head had been replaced by Vaas'. She shook it a bit to make it move and let out a chuckle.

-Trop bizarre. *Weird.*

She then put it back in the drawer and closed it. She sighed again and dropped her head on the pillow. She lay on her side, the position was a little uncomfortable since she had one arm attached above her head, but she was fine with it. She closed her eyes, she almost didn't hear the noise from outside, she felt the sheets caress her skin, she could smell Vaas' scent. Sweat, tobacco, alcohol, she could have been disgusted, but she loved that smell, his smell. She smiled and took the pillow and pressed it against her head.

But then she felt something cold on her skin. There was something under the pillow, she put her hand on the object and brought it back to her. A gun. Perfect, Emilie could defend herself if anything happened to her. Still, wasn't he a little paranoid? He had a gun stashed under his pillow! Well, whatever... Emilie put the object in place and closed her eyes to dive into a light sleep.

Later, Emilie was awakened by music. Outside, she could see the purple, pink, blue light and could hear laughter and cries of joy. They were having a party. She smiled briefly and lay back down to try to sleep. But she was bothered again by a noise. The cabin door slammed open. She then jerked in surprise. In the darkness, she could make out Vaas' silhouette. He stood motionless, staring at Emilie. She tried to see a little better, he was acting strange, not as usual.

When he walked towards her with a firm step, her instincts tell her to back off, but she was quickly pressed against the wall that was behind her. He paused, still in the shadows, she could only see yellow eyes staring at her and white teeth sending her a creepy smile. She shivered with fear. He then took a step closer. His face was illuminated by a beam of purple light. Emilie was not even able to describe the expression she saw on his face. But it made her uncomfortable, it made her anxious.

He continued to approach slowly as to prolong the torture. She looked at him up and down, something was wrong, the person that stood in front of her wasn't Vaas, but a bloodthirsty beast. Blood, or else, she thought, noticing a bulge in his pants. Now, she started to really freak out. She saw his chest move up and down with each breath, she felt his warm breath escaping from his body with each exhalation. She felt her own heart beat take the rhythm of the beast's footsteps. She looked at his eyes again. His pupils were dilated, the iris could barely be distinguished. It made him look like a demon.

-V-Vaas? She tried to bring him back, bring the Vaas she knew, in vain.

-I want to fuck. He growled.

Her blood froze; she swallowed to try to remove the knot that had formed in her throat. She was shivering. So that was what he wanted, he wanted... her body. Emilie didn't even dare think about it. She wasn't ready at all! But he got closer and he ended up being right in front of her, just a few centimeters away. Emilie was completely curled up, her right arm encircled her legs to pull them tight against her chest as if to hide herself. Yes, she wanted to hide from him.

But he decided otherwise, he took her arm and pulled it to remove it from her legs. He had too much strength, even more than this morning when they fought against each other. Emilie could do nothing but scream and gesticulate. He took her by the ankles and pulled her back almost to the edge of the bed. Emilie still tried to stand up to get away but he lunged at her, growling.

He slammed her on the bed and gave her a punch in the face to calm her down and started to tear her shirt. Emilie struggled with all her might to defend herself. She was crushed under his weight. Then she remembered. The gun. She managed to get her hand under the pillow and grab the weapon. She didn't know if she could do it, shoot him, but her situation was hopeless. She firmly squeezed the gun in her hand and put the barrel on the man's temple, no, the beast's. He immediately stopped, but he remained in his position, determined to continue what he had started. After a few seconds, he continued to remove her clothes. Emilie had no other options, she pulled the trigger.

Click.

Only a small noise was heard. He was always there, alive. She realized after a few moments. It wasn't loaded. Vaas burst out laughing at Emilie's panic. He then snatched the gun from her and threw it at the other end of the room. He started to kiss her violently. Emilie was trying to bite him, hitting but nothing worked. There was no hope. He attacked her neck, he kissed it, bit it until it shed blood and licked it. He used one hand to undo his pants. Belt, button and fly. Emilie counted every step that brought her closer to her inevitable fate. She cried and screamed while he laughed and groaned.

She had lost all hope. Suddenly, she saw two hands resting on the shoulder and torso of the pirate. He tried to kick the grip growling. But he was pulled back.

-Vaas, Stop! A voice behind him said.

He didn't want to, he was trying to break free. Emilie saw the face of the person behind him, Agnes. She was there. Emilie regained a little bit of hope. Agnes finally managed to make Vaas stand up. She turned him to face her and cupped his face with her delicate hands. He still resisted.

-Vaas, Look at me! Look at me! She forced him to look at her in the eyes.

Emilie watched the scene. Vaas gradually calming down, but you could still see the desire on his face. He took Agnes by the waist violently and clung her to him before kissing her on the neck. Agnes tried to resist pushing.

-Vaas, no. Let's go see the girls, you need it. She was trying to tell him.

-No, I don't want them. When he said that, Emilie was like hearing a pouting child.

He continued to kiss her. Agnes knew it was useless to resist, she knew what to do when he was in that state. She didn't really want to, but she had to, anyway, she was used to it. She started to let it go, but she turned her head to Emilie who was still looking, she didn't understand. Agnes looked back to Vaas to talk to him.

-Vaas, wait, not here... She tried to take him with her outside the room, but he didn't move.

She didn't want to do it in front of Emilie, she didn't want her to see that. She wouldn't manage to drag him outside. But she could maybe take him into the bathroom. She moved away a bit from him and took his hand. They went through the door and entered both the room. The door closed violently under Emilie's still shocked eyes.

She sniffed, wiping her tears. She looked down at her torn shirt. She had escaped the worst, but now it was Agnes who was submitting to her fate. Guilt seized her. Still, she struggled against this feeling. If she started to feel guilty for everything she wouldn't survive, she set it aside and tried to forget it. She stayed like that, listening despite herself to the noise they were making in the next room until they came out in the morning.


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