They came after me again
There were three of them, I think
Stitch begged for me to use it, but I wouldn’t.
I was so tired that I barely felt the knife
And then there was blackness
The next thing I remember was being half conscious and
fed something
When I was able to fight myself awake, I realized that I
was on a bed with someone’s arm supporting me and some kind of thick soup being fed
to me. I started to struggle, but I was held down and a hand was
over my mouth to stop me from screaming.
“Shut the fuck up you idiot. We’re trying to help”
They let me go once I calmed
down.
I looked back and forth between them. Fell looked somehow leaner and angry, while Hart
just looked disappointed. Both looked tired and had a couple more scars since
the last time I saw them.
“Where am I? Why did you bring me here?”
“You’re in a fucking shitheap motel while we fix your dumbass up”
“I don’t want your help! I wanted to die!”
“Well too bad!” Hart snapped “We’re not going to just sit
here and let you kill yourself”
“It’s my choice-“
“Not any fucking more it’s not” Fell said, cutting me off
I asked if I could at least go to the bathroom. Hart
frowned and walked me over there, making sure to block my path to the room
door. Once in the bathroom, I locked the door and tried to figure out what to
do. The bathroom had a tiny window over the filthy bathtub and I was midway
through squeezing myself out of it when a hand grabbed me and pulled me back
in. Fell unlocked the door and tossed me back into the room. I was suddenly
aware of my wounds as I landed, but I got back up just in time for her to force
me to face her
“Fucking really?! Did you think that we wouldn’t guess
that you were going to try that shit?”
I felt my face go red in humiliation “Let me go!”
“No. You’re going to fucking stay here and rest and eat
more of that vegetable puree that Hart worked hard to make for your ungrateful
ass until you get some fucking sense and your fucking strength back!”
“Ungrateful? For what? For you kidnapping me and forcing
me to do what a dead woman wa-“
I was cut off by a slap across the face that and a
promise that if I said one more thing about KnitWolf, she would cut my tongue
out. I could still live without that after all.
I made one more attempt to fight my way out of the room,
but that only got me tied up. At which point I tried yelling for help and
swearing at them until they gagged me
“Yup.” Hart sneered at my insults before he taped my
mouth shut “We’re the bad guys, remember?”
But in his eyes, I could see that he was hurt
As much as I hated it, I tried to have Stitch free me,
but it refused.
I’ve been stuck here for a few days. I try not to sleep,
but it always comes. I try to resist the food, but they force me to take it.
They aren’t keeping me tied up anymore, but they are always watching me,
sleeping in shifts in case I try to run again. Fell agreed to let me log in and
write this, but she’s watching me over my shoulder to make sure I don’t try
anything else.
I don’t know how long they’re going to keep me here. I
don’t know what will happen if their boss shows up.
Stitch is laughing at me
I don’t know what to do.
