𝔻𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 (UNDER EDITING)

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Leah p.o.v 

I gazed around the room, not looking for long, the stench of the dead and of rot invaded and consumed my senses. "Taylor.'' I choked out, trying not to breathe too much. He nodded in response and his breaths were short to avoid the horrid smell. "What happened, how long were we in that room for?" I asked, suddenly not caring about the smell. 

"Given how bad the smell is here, I'd say almost two weeks.'' 

I cried out, I had been missing for about two weeks, salty tears started to work their way down my cheeks. I didn't understand what was happening, why the woman was doing this to us, what she wanted with us. 

Taylor shuffled over to me, being careful of his ribs. He wrapped one arm around me carefully, I don't know how long me crying and Taylor comforting me went on for, but all too soon the woman walked in. 

I got up, removing Taylor's arm from my shoulder, I roughly wiped away the salty tears, anger replaced my fear and sadness now. 

"Look, I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but I want to go home, I want you to let us go, I do NOT want to be here anymore!" I screamed. "No, don't!" Taylor yelled as the woman threw a punch at me.

I yelled for the woman to stop, but she just kept hitting me. I finally got the nerve to throw a punch back at her, I struck with the blade of my hand and slammed it into her throat, I knew it wouldn't deal any permanent damage, but it would be enough to get her to think twice about what she was doing. 

The woman made a weird coughing noise and stumbled back, clutching her throat. "That's what you get for hurting me!" I choked out, I knew that both me and Taylor were now in big trouble, I felt like the biggest idiot alive at that moment. Taylor limped over to me and pulled me behind him, he was getting ready to take the hits for me. 

Instead, the woman just left, she left us in that room, and at that moment as I breathed the rancid air and it rushed through my lungs and left again with every exhale, I was glad I was trapped in that room, anything would be better than being with her. I was starting to think that death would save me, and I honestly started wishing for death, just a little bit. 

"Taylor, we're going to die here," I whispered. "We can't, we won't." He insisted. I let the argument drop that time, I was too tired and in too much pain to argue. I trembled, we were sitting ducks for the woman to come and bring hell down on us both. I heard metallic noises and loud cries for help, I then heard screams and cries, and the sound of something like a liquid splatter on a wall or the floor somewhere near us. "Oh god, oh god," Taylor muttered, keeping his arms around me tightly. "Oh god, we're so screwed right now." I cried out 

There were slow clicks of heels on the marble floor, the slow clicks were somehow more menacing than the normal pace of someone walking. I was sure Taylor was crying just as much as me, but he was better at hiding it. "Oh god!" I cried out. 

"Leah, look at me, we are not going to die here, I promise I'll die before you, I will not let either of us die, not tonight, not by the hands of this psycho, not in this freakshow building." Taylor insisted, turning me to look him in the eyes. I wiped my eyes, he was right, we wouldn't die here, we couldn't. We were too young and full of potential, potential to save lives, to make lives better, to help people through problems.

The door flung open and the woman dragged the pale body of a girl in a porcelain mask and an old fashioned dress with matching stockings and heels. "There we go, now you can sit with your family.'' The woman cooed at the dead body of the girl, obviously thinking it was a doll and was talking to her. The woman turned to face me and Taylor, tutting slightly. 

"Now how could I let you look like that for this long, your clothes are a mess and your faces are dirty, come." She cooed. I looked at Taylor in fear, but he got up and gently pulled me with him, I realized it was going with her or dying, and I wanted to keep living because I knew we would get out of there, some way, somehow, we would be free as soon as we could. 

"Ok, now since the girl will be the star of the family, you must show romantic interest in her, now kiss her." The woman insisted. "B-but, I-I have a b-boyfriend al-already." I stuttered nervously. "I. Don't. Care." The woman hissed. I shook my head with fresh tears starting to roll down my cheeks, I couldn't do this, I was a faithful girlfriend and it just wasn't right! 

"Now!" She screeched at us. I whimpered, shaking my head again. Taylor looked at me with pity filling his eyes. I nodded slightly while still crying, he leaned in and I closed my eyes, hearing her make a noise of interest. 

Taylor p.o.v 

I leaned in, I didn't want to, hearing Leah's cries of distress hurt me, she was just a girl who was trying to get somewhere in life, I would never tell her this, but I fear that after this our chances will be lost forever. 

I gently captured her lips in mine, feeling salty tears press against my face. I tried to make it look like we were both trying. The woman looked at us in interest for a minute before she got bored, telling us to stop and that she was taking us back to the room. 

I hauled my aching body up, biting back a sharp gasp of pain as I heard tiny little cracking sounds come from my ribs. The woman walked us back to our room, chatting away to us about the surprise she had in store for us. 

Leah was taken away, and I sat on the mattress waiting, I was afraid the woman would come back with Leah's dead body or something. 

*Time skip*

I must have fallen asleep because I woke to the door slamming while Leah laid on the floor after presumably being thrown down onto it, I slowly got up and stumbled over to her, she was in a new dress and had her hair and makeup done as a ragdoll, it was sort of  disturbing when I thought about it, it meant that the woman would be ready to kill us soon.  

"Leah, did she hurt you?" I asked, sitting down beside her. She shook her head slightly, her braided pigtails bouncing as she did so. "No, she only put me in this dress and did my hair and makeup," Leah said sadly. I assumed the shirt she had been wearing had held some importance to her. 

"We'll get out soon," I assured. "Don't cry, if you ruin her makeup she'll hurt you." My continuation made Leah stop sniffling, she blinked her tears away and curled up on the floor, not even bothering to make her way onto the mattress to sleep, I laid next to her, but didn't touch her out of respect. 

"Thank you for protecting me." She mumbled before I closed my eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.