Never Let This Go *Paramore*

Chapter Twenty-Four: Angela

"I'm only a man with a candle to guide me,

I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me.

A monster, a monster,

I've turned into a monster,

A monster, a monster,

And it keeps getting stronger,"

-Monster; Imagine Dragons

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Explicit sexual and possibly triggering content is included in this chapter.

The room is dark, and it consists of just three people. She pulls the rope, squeezing the innocent man closer to the chair. Taylor doesn't know he is here, just that he is most likely in danger. He didn't know, it wasn't his fault. "So...know who I am?" Angela asks the man. He gives her a stressed and angered look, and she chuckles, her long blonde hair bouncing around as she walks in circles around the two people. The two innocents don't know who she is, but I must say, she is going to leave quite the impression on the two.

In the cold room is concrete walls, one light bulb hanging down from the low ceiling, and a curtain dividing the space they were in with another. It is unknown to the two innocents what is behind it. "See my puppets, I like games. They truly interest me," Angela explains. She pulls the red curtain, revealing a huge wheel, like in the game shows. It had things written on it like; the chamber, the hot room, the body room, and weapon of choice. "You, my little puppet..." Angela states with a tug of the girls long hair. "You are first."

The girl of course screams through the rag in her mouth, eyes watering, but Angela doesn't show any sign of sympathy. She turns the girls chair so that she can view the wheel a bit better and walks over to it. Angela looks to show off her body, you see. She wears black, leather shorts, showing off half of her butt. Her corset is back, too, it is full of lace, and the middle is only held together by thick, black ribbons, showing off her breasts. The top of it is revealing around the area, too, and she takes advantage of it. She wears black knee high, leather boots with a four inch heel, and her hair is down to her waist, long and blonde. Her makeup is dark as well, pale face, and lots of black eye makeup, with a deep red lipstick.

Angela spins the wheel, both innocents looking sick. "I call this my Wheel of Death," she tells the two. "I'm still working on a new name," The wheel goes back and forth from a black to white decision. The girl gets one in black that says in a white color, weapon of choice on it, clear as day. "Well, I don't want to choose just one weapon, so why not a couple of different knives for each punishment?" Angela asks. She unties the girl, and pulls the chair out from under her, the girl catches herself though and removes the rag. Her hair is long, brown, and a little curly. She glances at the man for a moment and Angela grabs her by the hair and pulls her to the corner.

The cruel woman pushes a button on the wall, and a door reveals itself and she walks in with the girl. The door is still open, and she throws her 'puppet' onto a steel table of sorts, a light shining down on her. "Don't be afraid, I'll take good care of you," she whispers. Once laying down correctly, Angela pulls her hands and latches them down, as well as her legs. The girl only resists a little, because she is smart enough to know that if she struggles too much, worse will happen. She doesn't talk, either.

The woman walks out and pulls the man who is still tied to the chair so that he is in the room, being forced to watch. The door is now shut, and evil chuckles are being spread from mouth to each innocent ear in the chamber. This room is concrete as well, but it is lighter due to the light on the girl, and the other light shining on another button on the wall. 'G' pushes the small red button, revealing a cabinet of knives hanging from the back of it. She picks the small paring knife up and traces it with her fingers. "Time to strip down," she tells the girl. Angela walks over to her and ties a rag around her mouth again. "If you struggle or say a word, you get an extra ten minutes,"

She releases one arm and pulls the arm out of the old blue t shirt the girl is wearing. Once strapped back in, she does the same thing for the other arm, her shirt now at her waist. G rips it off with her bare hands and smiles. "Good girl," she says. "Time for your bottom half," She does the same thing for her jean shorts, and rips her flip flops off, as well. Now the girl is just in her under garments. The man is trying not to say anything through his rag, and mostly keeping his eyes closed.

"What? You don't want to watch?" she asks him. He gives her a look of fear. "Well we don't have to spin the wheel, we could head straight to the other room I have set up for just you and me," the girl looks at him, and they exchange glances. Angela walks over to him and sits on his lap facing him. She grabs him by the head and forces a long, sloppy kiss. He doesn't try to pull away; he knows how dangerous this is. He knows what would happen if he did.

The cruel woman drags the chair out of the room, leaving the girl there, still strapped half naked to the cold, steel table. She unties him, shutting the door leading to the girl, and opens a new door. Grabbing his neck and pulling him in, she throws him on a mattress that is laying on the concrete floor. Angela shuts the door, as if someone might end up finding them (which they won't), and pressing another button leading to another cabinet. In the cabinet where a couple of things; a couple bottles of liquids, small knives, a small box of something unidentifiable , and a rag. She grabs the rag and opens a bottle, pouring the liquid onto the rag, careful not to breathe it in.

She walks over to the man and holds it to his mouth until he becomes unconscious. She found the task considerably simple because his struggles to fight back were minimal.  After putting the materials away and walking over to an old, rusty sink in the corner, she wipes her hands clean, and cleans the man's mouth off carefully. It's quite sad how frightened the man was to fight back, because he knew the consequences would be most severe. This next punishment is severe in itself, though. Angela removes his dirty and torn clothing, knowing quite well that he is married to a loving woman. She kisses him in such a way that can be mistaken for passion by glance, but is truly lust and superiority. The sick woman feels around his body, the innocent obviously not able to fight back. No inch of his cold, weak body was left untouched as she made sure to pay every part of it with equal attention.

"I'm so sorry Justin, you know I had too. I could have taken Erica with us too, but I like you better," she whispers to the unconscious brother of Taylor. 

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WHOOPS! I made it disturbing and sexual!