This blonde bitch still remained calm as fuck, and though Vanessa couldn't deny that it was deeply satisfying that FINALLY, someone was about to cater to her bloody arm, and that the chick had asked this old disgusting hobo guy to get a towel for her, she hated the fact that suddenly, blondie had stolen her the spotlight. "You ARE the worst person in the world!", she barked after Joe when he had already turned around to get that towel for her, from the room this women had described as herroom, which was odd, before she turned back at her, looking at her with a mix of suspicion and arrogance, wiping away the latest batch of tears, sniffing her nose.
“How would you know?! They already did hurt me and you saw it! What the fuck is this for a weirdo place?! You are working together with this jerk?!” She pointed at Marco, whom this bitch just had addressed directly in an attempt to calm him down, telling him he should go so she could babysit that pussy later. As if hewas the one that needed help! Vanessa snorted, seemingly unamused. “Well YOU brought me here, you know my name!” Why should they bother abducting her in such a fancy manner when they didn’t know who she was?! She apparently was important enough for this, so of course they would know. They also would know that she was rich as fuck. And famous. 20k followers, bitch.
“Are you some sick fans? Is this some sick revenge or something?!” Vanessa wasn’t too sure how she should feel about the theory that all of this could be happening because as a self-proclaimed influencer, she basically did nothing but piss people royally of with a passion, and the fact they may be so affected by this to go to such great lengths as abducting her into some fancy hospital hotel was thrilling, in a way. At this point, even Vanessa had understood that she wouldn’t get very far with waiting for someone to actually help her in regards of her ‘attackers’, because seemingly, everyone inside this hotel was working together anyway. So they had bought or rented a whole hotel only to abduct her inside it? This was kinda dope. With that, she would be the queen of any group therapy session for trauma. Which she would only be willing to attempt because she felt she had by far the best story to tell.
Her voice was still trembling, as was her body, but surprisingly enough, her words had been spoken in an almost comfortable volume. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, letting out an exaggerated squiek to let anybody that could have potentially missed it know that her arm was hurting.