Secret Admirer

Chapter 44: Help

Maka's POV

Oh my head. It hurts so much that I can't even think right. It's a throbbing pain that won't stop and it's getting me annoyed.

It feels like I've been pounding my head against a wall and the pain is barley bothering me now. It's not a good feeling, trust me.

I groaned and opened my eyes slowly to look around. I barley got my eye lids to open a little and I was blinded by a bright light.

My eyes quickly shut themselves again and I tried to move my hands over my eyes but I couldn't. It felt like they were tied together with a rope.

Without thinking, I quickly opened my eyes and tried to deal with the pain of a bright light hurting my eyes. Once the pain was almost gone, I started to look around.

Where was I? I've never seen this place before and I've been to many places in Death City. Being the loner bookworm I am, I found places that was empty.

The room I was in was small and looked like it was a room meant for the poor. The walls were painted a metal grey and there were no furniture in here at all.

Well, there was the chair I was sitting on which was not a wooden chair like I thought it was. It was one of those big comfy chairs that u can sit in and relax in.

There was actually another chair like mine that was in front of me but it was like 5 feet away. It was facing toward me so I can only guess that someone who's going to sit there will be facing me.

I tried to remember what happened before I got here. Let's see, I was at school and I felt like I was being watched and lunch came and we were at the table eating.

After that, I walked out to use the restroom which was basically a lie so I can go silently cry in the restroom for some weird reason. I walked out of there and I was talking to someone.

Who was it that I was talking with outside the restroom? Who ever it was, they were the last person I saw before I ended up here.

My head started to throb again and I let it happen this time. I need to know why I was crying in the restroom and who the last person it was I talked to.

After a few minutes thinking, I finally remember what happened. I was being watched all day at school and at lunch I finally found out who was watching me. It was Crona and he was the last person I saw.

He was also the one who had his brother hit me in the head with a bat. A freaking bat!

And Soul. He was the reason why I cried in the restroom. I saw him running down the hallway calling my name when I fell on the floor.

I looked around once more and saw that my wrists were tied together in front of me. I leaned forward and saw that there was something around my right ankle.

My eyes followed the chain that was connected to the metal around my ankle. The chain ended at a wall and it looked like the chain was stuck in the wall.

This feels like that one movie Saw where those guys are stuck in a room with those chains around their ankles.

I stood from the chair and tried to find a way to untie my wrists. I looked at it again and noticed that it wasn't tied too tightly.

Blonde moment of me. I can easily untie this.

I quickly untied it and shook my hands out letting my wrists feel some air. I got done and looked around again. I walked around, trying to find a way to escape.

Before I could actually start looking, I heard a door being unlocked. I turned around and noticed that there was a metal door behind my chair all along.

Why couldn't I have turned around instead of looking forward?

Crona walked in and saw me standing and looking at him. He stared at me for a while and finally smiled when I gave a small glare.

"Where am I?" I growled.

"With me." He simply answered.

"What is this place?" I continued to growl.

He stayed quiet and ignored me as he walked for the chair that was opposite of me when I was sitting.

"Please sit." He smiled.

I was hesitant at first but soon decided to just sit down. Maybe he will let me leave if I asked politely.

"What do you want Crona?" I asked.

"Nothing much." He continued to smile. "I just wanted us to have a nice chat. No disruptions."

My heart is racing. What does he want with me? He knocks me out and takes me to a place so we can talk? That's not right.

He clapped his hands which scared me and I heard the door again. I turned around and saw Ragnerok come in with a tray.

He placed the tray down on a table I didn't notice was there. On the silver tray were two cups, a kettle and a small plate with sweets on it.

"Tea?" Crona asks.

I stayed quiet and watched as he didn't wait for a reply. He had Ragnerok pour a glass for me and him.

"Help yourself to the sweets." He smiled.

The sweets look good and the tea smells good but I don't want to. I'm still suspicious of this guy and his big brother.

After a few minutes of silence, Crona looked up from his tea. He stared at me intently which was scaring me with every second that passes.

Without another second to spare, he leaps forward toward me. I can hear the small table get knocked over with its contents falling on the floor.

He tries to kiss me but I quickly move my head and shout at him to stop. He keeps trying which gets on my nerves and I punch him in the stomach.

He falls back and starts to cough violently. He looks at me with a surprised look and soon it's replaced with anger.

"You hit me." He growled.

"I told you to stop." I stood from the chair. "But you didn't, so I had to make you."

He glares at me for a while and snaps his fingers. Before I could do anything Ragnerok comes in and holds my against my will.

I scream and kick but it doesn't help me. Crona walks toward us and holds my face forcefully. He's examining my face and his fingers keep digging into my cheeks.

"You will learn to love me just as I love you."

With that said, he smashes his lips onto mine. I kick and kick but it doesn't with help. I feel disgusted with myself because I can't make him stop.

He stops and let's Ragnerok drop me to the floor. They walk toward the door and left without another word.

I was on the floor, crying my eyes out wanting to get out of here. I feel so disgusted with myself. I miss Soul.

"Soul." I cried. "Please save me."