Hey again! So, this is Haleb's Chapter, and I just want to say, thank you to another anonymous guest who gave me this idea! I added my own twist, but they take the claim for giving me the idea. If anyone has any ideas, then, please, review with them. It would be really useful. Another person with a good idea that I will be using later is 000123. Thank you for reading, as always! Bye the way, it's been roughly 5 days in the dollhouse, timewise, in case anyone was wondering.
-Vivian
Hanna's POV
When I get to my replica room, I see a table. It's full of every candy imaginable. There's even ice cream cake! I pause, and glare at the camera. I look around the table, and notice a covered platter. I lift the lid, and there is a single apple, and a note.
I miss my hefty little Hanna.
Eat up, B****,
Or take the consequences.
-A
I throw the platter on the floor, and push the table over. "I'm not going to eat all of this, and I'm not your doll!" I scream. Silence. I wait a few minutes, and then I smell something in the air. Sleeping gas? B****! I think as I fall to the floor.
Xxx
When I wake up, I'm in a dark room, with handcuffs connecting me to a bar on the wall. I see that I can wove by sliding my wrist along the bar, but the bar is only a few feet long. Then, the door opens. Somebody in a black hoodie walks in. They are wearing the same mask from the fake prom. In one hand is a bucket of water, and in the other is a cattle prod and a remote control.
He turns the remote control on, and a screen pops up. It's an image of Caleb, Ali, Ezra, and Toby. They are all sitting at a desk, Caleb and Toby typing furiously at keyboards. I gasp. How the hell does –A have a video of all of them. Wait, isn't Ali supposed to be in Jail? How is she there?
I take this as an opportunity to see how they're doing to convey it all to the girls tonight. I notice Veronica and Peter, sorting through the boxes Ezra collected of –A messages and threats. They know about –A? How?
I look at Caleb. He has bags under his eyes, like he hasn't slept. Knowing him, that's probably the case.
He is typing some code into his computer. I remember when he tried to teach me in the fall. Two minutes into it, he slipped into his own computer-ish language, and I started to zone out. By the end, he asked me to create some kind of technological do-hockey, and I looked at him like he was crazy, and said, "Caleb, I can't even create my own perfume from those sets they sell online. How do you expect me to do this?" I rolled my eyes, and he let out an exasperated sigh.
-A gets out a phone from his pocket. He dials a number, and Caleb's phone starts to ring. Everyone looks up. I get a feeling of dread in my stomach. "It's a face time request from a blocked number." Everyone gets up and crowds around the phone. Don't answer it. Please don't answer it. I think. But I know Caleb better that that. He wouldn't miss a chance to see if I'm okay. And, part of me just want's him too. I know it's selfish, but I just want to hear him speak to me, directly, and I need to tell, him that I love him. And, like I knew he would, he answers it. His breath catches in his throat when he sees me. "Han?" his voice sounds like a small child's. I want to wrap him in my arms and kiss him. "Caleb?" I ask. My voice breaks. He looks shocked. "How can you see me?" He asks, bewildered. "There's a screen, behind…" Caleb and the others catch on. They all look varying shades of angry, and Caleb starts shouting. "Don't you dare touch her, you b****!" –A props the phone on the table, so that I can still see them, and they can see me. Then he picks up the bucket.
"No! Please!" I moan. "Please…" –A throws the water, drenching me, and picks up the cattle rod. I use the bar to scoot as far away as I can, but it's no use. –A has me trapped, and they know it. They take their time, sauntering over, cattle prod in hand. Caleb starts to shake with anger. "I swear, if you lay a finger on her, I'll kill you myself!" he screams. –A yanks y up by my hair. He hovers the cattle prod over my arm. Then puts in down. I get confused. "If you're gonna torture me, please just get it over with, B****!" I hiss. I notice that, for a second there, Caleb looks impressed with me for being so mean, but then he remembers the situation.
-A takes a sound machine out of his pocket, and presses a button. A sickly sweet voice rings out.
Who do you love more, Caleb or your mom?
I look at –A, then back to the recorder, uncomprehending. "I can't answer that." I whisper. –A raises the cattle prod, and makes a mark on my under-arm. I scream, but it's drowned out by the sound of Caleb's roar of anger. –A raises the speaker, and presses another button. That's when I understand. If I don't answer a question, -A uses the cattle prod to hurt me.
Who would you rather kill, Spencer or Aria?
Caleb, Toby, and Ezra let out defiant screams. I look up. "I'd rather get scolded ten times over then plat this stupid game." I tell him, slowly and defiantly. How does this freak manage to somehow look angry even though he's wearing a mask?
He lifts the cattle prod, and Caleb screams. "Stop! Stop, you're going to give her brain damage." He uses the cattle prod. But to a higher voltage. A much higher voltage. I think I black out around the seventh time, Caleb's screams still a in the background.
Xxx
"Hanna? Hanna, wake up." Spencer? How is she here? "Hanna, you need to move." Mona says, helping me up. "Caleb…" I say. "What?" Aria asks. "-A sent a live video of Caleb, and he had to watch while I was tortured." I say. Emily gasps. "What did –A do to you?" she questions sympathetically, at the same time that spencer gasps, and asks, "Was Toby there?" I roll my eyes. "They were all there, and I don't want to talk about what happened." I say.
"It doesn't matter." Says Mona. We all give her looks containing varying shades of confusion. "What do you mean? Of course it-" Em starts to speak, but Mona interrupts her. "It doesn't matter, because we're getting out of here. Tonight."
