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Two days, two days since you’d been kidnapped. Two agonizing days since you were taken down to this hellhole in Louisiana and had your sisters taken from this mortal realm.
You were starving, you hadn’t eaten much before, you didn’t want to eat the greasy food at the takeout place your sisters dragged you by for lunch. You only had an apple for breakfast, nothing less, nothing more.
Basically two and half days without food, but you had been given water, you thought about spitting it in the face of your captor, but it wouldn’t help your situation, he’d probably stop giving you water then.
So you just took it, you were already in a terrible situation, if the bottle was poisoned then it was poisoned, that was that. Stuck in the basement of a house of wax attraction with a masked man and a man with a hat that came down every so often, about every noon or so if your internal clock was correct, which it probably wasn’t.
You hadn’t fallen asleep yet, not just yet had the tiredness taken you away, the paranoia kept you awake, probably would for days if you’d let it, but you wouldn’t, not really. You were tired, dead tired in fact, you could pass out for a day and wake up still feeling tired.
Your eyelids became so heavy that you let them drop, then heard steps coming down the old stairs.
It was Bo, of course it was, of course he had to come down here just when you were feeling as safe as you’d get down here with two psychopaths running around, one killing and making your sisters into wax and one that threatened to sew your mouth shut.
And he seemed like he’d go through with it, he really did seem like that type of person.
He continued to step down, turning the corner to meet your gaze “Mornin’ doll.”
You hated it when he did that when he used loving nicknames to describe you. You hated him, you hated his guts and his stupid face, and that idiotic 69 hat.
Either he was messing with you or telling you the actual time of day, he was probably just fucking with you completely. He was never helpful, he was always out for himself, or at least that was your assumption about the man.
He stood in front of you, his hands shoved in the pocket of his blue jumpsuit. “What, ain’t gon’ say good morning?”
You lunged forward as far as you could with the restraints, baring your teeth to try and scare the man, but he didn’t even flinch. “Fuck you.”
“Oh, a little feisty today, aren’t we?” He had a stupid smile on his face, a grin.
You hated how casual he sounded, it was horrid, a terrible tone of voice for your kidnapper to take. He sucked, you knew that much, but you hadn’t expected him to like to tease you.
He did this every so often, no rhyme or reason to his visits, sometimes he’d way about half an hour, other times a couple hours.
He crouched down, putting his hands on his knee to support himself as he leaned down “Now darlin’, why not cooperate today? All I wanna have is a little chat.”
You were going to spit again, sucking in your cheeks to get yourself to salivate more, but he caught onto your tricks and backed away, disdain clear on his face “Guess not.”
He bared his teeth to you, he had a sort of joking way of going about it, pulling lips back to mimic your previous attempt at intimidation “Later doll, I’ll be back later.”
He took one of his hands out of his pocket to wave, going up the stairs and stopping a couple steps up “Mornin’.”
That was probably Vincent at the top of the stairs, you hear a pen scratching against paper and paper rustling, he’d probably turned the notebook to Bo.
A scoff was heard, one from Bo no doubt.
“I ain’t gonna stop talkin’ to them, you keep someone here I’m gonna chat with ‘em.”
A moment of silence fell between all three of you, you weren’t a part of the conversation, only eavesdropping so you couldn’t break the silence yourself.
Steps up, going farther away, heavy footsteps, different from Vincent’s lighter footsteps. It was Bo going up, then Vincent came down, his footfall quiet and coming quickly.
He turned the corner, looking at you through his mask. He took a page of his notebook, with one hand he flipped over a page, writing down ‘Are you hungry?’ in the most beautiful cursive you’ve seen before.
“Yeah.”
He nodded, putting the pencil and notebook into his large jacket pocket and heading back upstairs. He came back around 20 minutes later with a nice plate with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
He set the plate down on the work table near you, taking half of the sandwich and putting it near your mouth.
You took a bite, again, you didn’t care if it was poisoned, if it was then you didn’t care, if it killed you then fine. If it puts you in pain, you could deal with that.
At least you were eating though.
He was much kinder than the other and significantly less chatty. He fed you and gave you water, he took care of you.
Once you finished eating he pulled back and stood high and tall, as tall as Bo.
Maybe they were twins, that’d explain it. You never saw Vincent’s face, but you’d guessed it would be similar to Bo’s just like how his build was.
Before he turned to leave, you said“I need to pee.”
You had peed a couple hours ago, he took you to a bathroom built down below in the basement, carefully having his hand wrapped around your arms to make sure you didn’t run. He didn’t shove you in like Bo probably would, he let you walk in on your own, he let you close the door and go to the bathroom.
He repeated that, untying you and leading you to the bathroom, opening the door for you, and standing watch at the door.
You thought of escaping, but he had longer legs than you by a mile probably, he’d catch up quick. He could probably outrun you by miles at a time.
You came out after washing your hands, turning around and putting your hands behind your back to be tied back together by the rough rope. He led you to the chair, setting you down and tying your ankles to the metal chair’s bar that went between the two front legs.