(Completed Jenlisa)
Abducted.
Terrified.
Lisa woke to darkness. Thick ropes bit into her wrists.
For years, Jennie had consumed her from a distance. A toxic cocktail of agonizing idolization and bitter resentment. She was a ghost of the crowd.
Press...
"She likes it when I'm fucked up she gonna use me Take me down slow control and abuse me Till the drugs all gone Till the early morn Till the liquor gone".
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"Baby just use me".
Terrified.
Shaken.
Petrified.
So many words can describe the way the PopStar felt that moment when she opened her eyes and found herself sitting in the middle of an opaque room. She remembers walking alone that night, refusing the company of her bodyguards. Although she had her head down, disguised so that no fans or people noticed her. She was here, with the tight ropes around her wrists.
Lisa looked around the empty room.
There was the sunlight that came from the small window on the top of her head.
A door across the room.
She needed to get to that door.
A slick, feverish sweat carved burning paths down her cheeks as she wrenched against the hemp, the rough fibers sawing agonizingly into her raw wrists. It wasn't the physical dark that clawed at her sanity; Lisa welcomed the void. What she despised was the creeping rot behind her eyes, the insidious hallucinations blooming in the fog of her mind, twisting her thoughts into grotesque, terrifying shapes until she tore her throat open against the silence: "Let me out!".
Her voice came out high-pitched as she started to panic.
But the door opened.
All her heart did was skip a beat.
It skipped a beat.
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A striking woman drifted into the room, draped in an exhausting, heavy aura of hard-won survival. Lisa witnessed the sight before her, as if the woman in front of her was a breathtaking creature weighed down by a relentless, bone-deep fatigue. When the stranger's scent drifted into her senses, it hit her nostrils like a sudden draft through a frostbitten window, sending a sharp, agonizing shiver straight to the core of her heart.
