Stockholm Syndrome

Episode 03 : Hammer and Blades

I slowly opened my eyes and noticed that I was in an empty room. The walls are painted dark blue, and there is only one light above me. This isn't the room where I was held captive for several days. I have a pain at the back of my skull, and I'd like to feel it. My hands, however, were tied to each armrests so that I couldn't move them. I noticed I was shackled to a chilly metal chair at that point. I tried to get out of the chair, but it was nailed to the ground. Each of my legs was bound to the chair's front legs.I tried to collect my thoughts to figure out what was going on this time.

After the bath, she dragged me out of the room with a pistol on my back and took me to the main room, where I became unconscious. She must have knocked me off again, as the ache in the back of my skull explained. I moved around in this chair, attempting but failing to remove my hands from the handcuffs and my legs from the ropes that bound them to the chair. I took a closer look around and noticed that, like the last chamber, this one had no windows. Seconds later, I heard footsteps and wheeling noises approaching the room. There was a glimmer of hope that someone was on their way to setting me free. When the door opened and the girl entered the room, that hope was dashed, and the door was closed behind the workshop cart that she pushed in. When I saw what was on the cart, my eyes widened.

"Help! Someone f*****g help me!"

She slapped me across the face, giving me an ache on the side of my cheek. I looked up at her with my face full of hatred, then she crossed her arms and walked to the corner of the room, pushing the cart out of her path. I stared at her, trying to pull my arms from the shackles once again. Before she put the camera on the tripod, I saw her set it up. "What are you up to, huh? Who exactly are you?!"

"If you don't stop talking, I'll stitch your pretty mouth shut!" She looked at me as she picked up the rusted old hammer off the cart. As though she intended to use that as a threat against me. "If you don't shut up in front of the camera, you'll bear the consequences," She shifted her position again, this time to turn on the camera. For some reason, I believe I know where this is headed. She was attempting to coerce my father into paying a ransom. "Today, here I am with Lucas Ackerson—" she spoke after she put on the mask and stared directly at the camera.

"You're a pathetic girl! You think you could get away with this--" I was cut off when she slapped my face again, once, twice, three times so that I could taste the bleed on my lips, then she punched my face so many times that I felt my face bruised. She grabbed something behind her, ripping the duct tape and tapped my mouth. She ran the hammer in her hand down to my chest as I was staring at her with much more hate and my nostrils flaring in anger.

"Now, you just got yourself earning a punishment," She whispered harshly to my ear and easily ripped the top I wore. She looked again at the camera as if it was the audience. "Here's the son of Patrick Ackerson, he's not going to make it if you don't give me what I wanted. As I requested, you guys didn't make it to the exact date that I told you to. So, as for disobeying my order, I have to break him however I want to," She laughed like a maniac before she turned to look at me. "So, do you like cold metal? Do you want me to heat it up for you? Like you are a rich spoiled brat who gets a hot tub everyday," She led the hammer towards the cart so I couldn't see what the hammer was doing and I heard the sizzling noises. Then, something started to steam from the looks of it as she turned, looking at me with a creepy smile. Heating from the head, I started to panic and tried to uncuff my hands free from the thick metal cuff. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, it's my job to hurt you, so I suggest you stop moving around so much."

I attempted to back away as she approached closer, but she banged the hammer on my bare chest while staring at my flesh. It was red and raw, I assumed. With rivers of tears overflowing my green eyes, I twisted around in horror, shouting through the tape around my mouth. She re-adjusted the hammer, bringing it down on top of my shoulder and over my body and arms. The sizzling sound reverberated around the wet room. "That's the deal, Ackerson! because you messed with the wrong person!" She turned away from the camera and shouted at my face.

I couldn't even think straight, everything was around me blurry and hazed. The crazy thing she did was that her laughs echoed at my pain and she leaned down again, cupping my chin with her hand as she stared at my bloodshot eyes. She shuffled behind me as her hands came down to rest on my bruised shoulder and pressed the wound roughly on it. My head fell to the side, shaking in the process. "Just as I told you, don't you ever mess with me and think of me as a pathetic girl because here I am now going to break you as long as I want to,"

She smirked as she slid the hammer beneath the chair and returned to the cart. I was terrified that she was going to torment me with the entire contents of the cart. She approached me with the razor blades again, and I attempted to move the chair myself, but I was stopped when she plunged the blade into my thigh, cutting so deeply into the skin that I could feel it in my bone. My breathing was audible across the room as blood spilled from each limb. She tore the tape from my mouth and vanished from my sight, hearing the click noises as my chin met my chest as I choked against the tape.

"W-what have I d-done to you! Please don't hurt me any more, I-I beg you!" I cried out in anguish, cringing at every ache in my body. She chuckled again, scratching the blade on my sore shoulder, then biting down on my collarbone, shocked. "Ahhh! Please just stop!" I shouted, but she bit harder, tearing my skin and bleeding out the flesh. Her fingers were shoved down my throat in less than a minute, and I gasped and sobbed my way through the agony. I didn't dare to bite down on her fingers for fear of worsening my disobedience. She drew her fingers away from my mouth and wrapped them around my untamed dark hair.

She gave me a snarl. "If you don't apologise for talking back to me, I'll make this a habit. I'll make all of your nightmares come true, and believe me, doll face... That's something you don't want to happen. Now go ahead say your f*****g apology, and make sure you say it correctly!" I gasped for air, tear streaks drying on my cheeks as a new flow came for a visit. "Say it!" She shrieked, spit flying at my face, and I shook with fear as I gasped out those two syllables.

"I-I'm s-sorry!" More like screaming, I couldn't bear the pain anymore and I felt like I was dying with so much blood sputtering going on. I flinched when she patted my cheek with a giggle as she leaned back from me to wipe the blood off her mouth. That f*****g maniac. I swore that I'd put her in jail for what she had done to me. No. With the wicked thought of her neck being snapped twisted at a gruesome angle by my hand. Many murderous scenarios started to form in my head. Not that I care if she is a girl anymore. She's a monster.

"Good boy, I'll be back with the new clothes and your drugs. Don't go anywhere... Oh wait, you can't." She laughed and turned the light off that was dangling from the ceiling, leaving me in the dark for the only light I was ever going to see.