The Captive

Chapter 34

Mark hesitates just a second before he locks the handcuffs over my wrists, he had to tighten them a lot given that they were meant for big muscled men I'm guessing. I still haven't broken eye contact with Luca and by now his disappointment in me has been etched into every crevice of his face, with a little bit of concern tied in. Is the concern about my well being or what I might do?

Suddenly I am pulled forward by Mark, thus making me break eye contact. Mark starts dragging me the opposite way, taking me away from Luca and as I look back at him right before I turn the corner I watch as Luca tries to step toward me, maybe even follow but he is held back by a crying Isabella.

I turn forward after we round the corner and into the unfamiliar hall, once Mark and I are alone he says to me, "You are fucking insane, Grace." I laugh at his little comment, like no fucking shit I'm insane. "Oh really, Fish Lips? Cause I thought I was the picture of stable mental health," I retorted.

Mark tugs my handcuffs a tiny bit causing me to trip a little. "Don't get smart with me," he jokingly said. I could tell he was slightly amused with my snide remarks even if I did just shoot a guy right in front of him. Should I be concerned that he isn't all that traumatized from seeing a guy, let alone somebody he knows shot and killed in front of him? Meh, I shouldn't be questioning his reaction when I'm the one that did the shooting. "Hey, I never said I was smart. I'm quite stupid really, but I say things with such confidence people think I actually know what I'm talking about," I ironically say with confidence.

I laugh a little but then go silent when I see Maggie down the hall coming in our direction. I make eye contact for a second taking in her beautiful brown eyes that remind me of melted chocolate before she looks down at her feet, some strands of her brunette hair falling down and hanging over her face. Right as we pass each other she looks up at me for a second and I give her a little smile. She might not know yet what I have done, but at least I know.

Mark and I don't talk after passing Maggie, does he know what Tom has done to her? Or did he sense the mood change within myself?

This dampened the mood, so we just walked in silence. Mark dragged me by my handcuffs in the directions of random hallways, going down flights of stairs until we arrived at the dungeons. I look at the familiar jail cell and sigh, wondering how long I'm going to have to stay in here this time. After Mark walks me into the same cell I had before he uncuffs me and exits, locking the door as he leaves. But before Mark disappeared down the hallway he said to the guard on duty, "Watch out with this one, she'll keep you real busy and might just drive you insane along with herself," and with that he was gone.

I had to laugh at his words and at the nervous look the guard gave me, I totally forgot how much fun I had by making grown men become so scared of little ol' me. Hmmm, so what's it going to be this time, should I be nice? Annoying? Crazy? Possessed? Oooh, I don't think I've acted possessed yet, but wait I have to build up to it, so we'll start with nice.

"Sooooo, it looks like we're going to be hanging around each other for a while, you know cause I'm here locked up and you're standing there guarding me so let's start with introductions. You go first, what's your name?" I think my soft voice worked it's charm because the guard loosened up a little, relaxing his shoulders, but maybe it was because he didn't really believe that I was crazy. After a second of him thinking through his contradictory thoughts on if he should reply or not he eventually sighed and said. "I'm George."

Plain. Simple. Bland as hell, but I can work with that. In fact, I have the perfect idea. I drop my head, looking up at him through my lashes and start laughing creepily, it was probably more like a hyena after it's caught it's prey, and thus I started my possessed performance. "Hiya Georgie! I'm Grace! 'Grace?'" I ask myself, in which I reply, "'Yes?' 'Meet Georgie!' 'Georgie, meet Grace' Now look at that, no more are we strangers! Let's be friends! Best friends!" I say in a sickly sweet voice that is nowhere close to my own. My smile grew as I watched fear flicker across George's face, but he quickly stopped himself, trying to preserve any calmness he once had.

It was nice to see that he was already rattled, so now the rest of my work will be easy to do. "Do you want to hear a joke, Georgie?" I asked in a softer version of my regular tone. He was quick to shoot me down with a "No thanks." But did that stop me? Of course not, and so with a little mischievous giggle that is usually associated with sneaky little children I said, "Come on Georgie, we're friends and friends tell each other jokes. Here is my first one, how did the dead baby cross the street?" I giggled a little bit more thinking about it, goodness I loved this joke and it helped to see George get even more uncomfortable. "I-I don't know," came his hesitant response.

"It was stapled to the chicken!" I cried out laughing, swaying side to side. My voice, the joke, and my movements all freaked George out and I loved it. I loved it so much, I missed having this type of fun, I could do this for hours.

After I finally settled down it was silent again, I let the silence reign for a few seconds and just as it was about to set in and George calmed a little thinking I was done, I started up again. "Do you want to hear another joke Georgie?" Immediately he started shaking his head, telling me, "Nope, no thank you. No more jokes please." What a party pooper, he really needs to lighten up, my joke was funny as hell, he would be honored to hear another joke. And for this I decided to scare him just by telling the truth.

"Georgie, what do you get when you cross a mentally ill girl with a wolf pack that treats her like trash?" Already I saw the fear set in when I referenced the pack, I think this was getting too personal for him. Good, I want him to be uncomfortable. Maybe this will teach them not to fuck with girls.

"I'll tell you what you get Georgie," pause for dramatic effect, "You get what you fucking deserve!" I was angry now, thinking about all the shit that has happened in the past hour, but I took a deep breath, calming myself down, I needed to continue my performance. Georgie didn't look as scared, more like confused, which is understandable given he doesn't even know what's happened. I plastered on a fake smile, bringing back my evil little child persona.

"I mean, what did you think I was in here for? Do you know what I did Georgie? I shot a man. And I shot him again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. I'm pretty sure he was dead by the first shot though..... I shot him right here," bringing my fingers to my temple, having them take the form of a fake gun. "The only reason I stopped was because I ran out of bullets..... If I hadn't.... Well I reckon I'd still be out there, shooting him over and over again." I started laughing once again, it was a little repetitive, but it got the job done because I think George was just about to shit himself. He looked so scared! His face was sheet white, all the color had been drained. I would've called him a Cullen if he had been sparkling.

The new guard couldn't have come sooner enough because he was still a good distance away when George had run in their direction. They weren't even in sight but I could hear the tremor in Georges voice echoing through the dungeon as he warned the new guy to be careful and that he wasn't joking when he said there was something fucked up about me, and then he was gone, leaving only the echoing footsteps as he ran away, trying to get as far away as possible.

I watched in glee as the new guy rounded the corner, coming over confidently in hopes of keeping a bravado. And I watched his face drop, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw my small, dainty (I know I'm pushing it, but when compared to how gigantic these men are, it's close enough), folded in on itself laughing. Oh this is going to be so fun, and I'm just getting started!