What I'd Do For You

In a dim-lit room sat a girl on a chair. The room smelled musty, dusty and old. It was truly unpleasant, but the girl had other things to worry about.

For an instance, she was tied to a chair and her frail, perfectly smooth lips were covered by a thick layer of duct tape. Her breathing was forced, though she knew not why, since her nose was not covered at all. She couldn't even think of other obvious reasons, such as the rope which held her in place, for she was in such great panic.

Why would anyone want to kidnap her? Yes, her parents did have some money, but she wasn't any ambassador's daughter or an heir to millions of dollars and a multibillionaire franchise...

An old, creaky door at the side of the room opened up and a figure emerged from the shadows. The figure's face was obscured by a hooded sweater.

The girl's eyes widened as the figure pulled back the hood to reveal a familiar face.

They had once been friends, but fate and love had separated them; the girl had once dated the same guy her capturer was dating. But still, why would she want to kidnap the girl?

Slowly and with an air of annoyance, the capturer walked closer to the girl and stared down at her. There were deep purple bags under the capturer's eyes, and her brows were lightly furrowed with anger and resentment.

"Well," began the capturer. "You never thought you'd find yourself in this situation, did you, Danielle? Your life was too perfect for something like this to happen, eh?"

Tears began to fall down Danielle's face and soft moans struggled to get past the layer of duct tape over her mouth.

The capturer made a mocking pout. "Aw, the princess is sad? Well, too bad. Life isn't always the fairy tail you filthy rich people live in."

She raised a hand and ardently landed a brutal slap on Danielle's face. A smile full of satisfaction and sadism lit up the capturer's face as she heard Danielle's muffled scream.

Danielle began to thrash around in the chair, tears flowing like two wild rivers from eyes that spat anger.

The capturer laughed at Danielle's suffering, at her inability to do anything to save herself. Still giggling, she raised her other hand and slapped Danielle again.

Almost immediately, the capturer's mood changed from blissful to furious. She barked out a stream of insults in a voice that became hoarse as the pain soaked through her mask of rage.

"How could you even call yourself human?! You know how much you made him suffer? I'm still picking up the broken pieces!" Tears began to run down her dirty face as she screamed wildly into Danielle's face. "You have no idea what love is, you whore. You never loved him like I do, you were never good enough for him. What was he, your slave or your lover? And even after you were the one who left him, you didn't want him to date anyone else. You are the most selfish person I know. And you're so plastic, too!! How could he ever had dated someone like you?"

She had to stop and take in big breaths to calm herself down; she had almost dried off Danielle's face for screaming into it so hard. The capturer turned around and walked toward the wall. She put her head against it and closed her eyes. Slowly, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a needle. From her other pocket, she retrieved a small bottle of red nail polish, one that she had found in Danielle's purse.

"Now," the capturer said, walking back towards Danielle with one item on each hand, "it's time to get ready for the great finale." She smiled and held up both items for Danielle to see.

Upon seeing these two things, Danielle started to tremble as if she had an internal earthquake. She had a pretty good guess of what the capturer intended to do with them.

"You look sad," the capturer said smiling and opening the small bottle of nail polish. "Why don't we add a smile to that lovely face of yours? It's perfect anyway, isn't it?" She took the small brush and painted a smile on the duct tape that covered Danielle's face. She then tossed the brush aside and stepped back to take a look.

"There! Much better. Now moving on to business..."

The capturer paused before opening the needle. "You know," she said, "I'm not doing this for money or because I am sadist...Well, maybe I am a bit of a sadist, but the point is I'm doing this to show you that being a bitch never pays off. And I don't regret that you might be prettier than me, or girlier than me or richer or better in any other way. What I really regret is that I didn't meet him before you did. Do you have any idea of how much pain we would've all avoided had I been in his life instead of you? I'll just say I think it would've been more than what you are about to feel."

With a smile and one last look into Danielle's frightened face, the capturer removed the safety cap from the needle and withdrew some red nail polish. She got rid of the air bubbles as she had so often seen doctors do, and sat on Danielle's lap.

Danielle had begun thrashing and screaming again, but in one swift movement the capturer held her head still and inserted the needle into Danielle's neck.

"I always thought there was something synthetic about you," she said very matter-of-factly, while pushing the red liquid into Danielle's veins.

The capturer felt Danielle whimper and shake as the liquid hardened inside her, slowing down and eventually stopping her blood flow. She stood up and watched Danielle's limbs go limp and her eyes roll into the back of her head. Feeling some pity for the dead girl, she ripped off the duct tape and let Danielle exhale her last breath.


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