Breaking Point || on hold

Chapter Thirteeen

My eyes blinked open and all I see is the a white ceiling with a ceiling fan in the middle. I try to get up but my body is quickly restrained by chains. I just sit with my back against the wall, examining  the chains that hold me back. Blood crusts and peels off at the cuffs of the chains and red stains surround the area in which i'm laying at. What the hell happened?

My back feels stiff from laying down for so long and my right arm feels tingly in a bad way as if it's waking up. Looking around the room I am in, I see nothing but a door, a chair and more chains that make me sick to my stomach. And it really did; as soon as the door opened, I move my head to the side and throw up whatever I had in my stomach until I'm left just dry heaving.

"Well that's not very lady like of you" a voice says amused. I look back up and shake my head a bit to move my hair from my face and there is the guy from earlier. He stands near the door that is propped open, looking as if he just woke up. His hair is messy and his clothes are wrinkled and he wears his lopsided grin.

"What do you want?" I snarl.

"Oh nothing much cutie, just checking on you and making sure you weren't dead" he says nonchalantly.

"Yeah, well I'm not unfortunately. And what the hell happened to me?"

"Well you see, we were trying to get you to do some kind of ransom video to send to HOMRA. It was that or trying to get you used to sleeping in the same bed as me" walks around the door, his boots echoing in the empty room. "But of course, you weren't having either of it so you put up a fight against my men and ultimately they got tired of you and they knocked you out and chained you up. And now we're here!" he says in a positive voice. I only roll my eyes at him, annoyed by his attitude.

"So when can you unchain me?"

"When you're ready to go to bed princess" he winks

"Just kidding I'll stay here for the night" I instantly respond. I'd rather die than be in the same bed as him.

"Well either way, you have to leave this room. Your throw up stinks and you need to get you all patched up" He says as he digs his hand into his pockets and fishes out a key.

"Why are you doing this?" My pride was faltering and my voice came out small.

"Doing what?" he asks, unlocking the chains.

"Helping me but hurting me"

"Well that's what that one Fushimi guy did to you" he mutters, unlocking the other chain. I immedieatly attempt to stretch out my arm until I quickly recoil it back from the pain that was still happening as if my arm was waking up.

"That was different" I hold my arm.

"Not by much though. Sure he helped you and patched your wounds that one time but don't forget, he also completely denied your feelings and never made an initial move to speak with you. AND he kissed you just to mess with your emotions. Sounds pretty messed up if you ask me" he carefully grabbed my left arm and pull me up to feet. My knees go weak from all the sudden weight and I almost fall back but he quickly grabs onto my other arm carefully and helps me out of the room.

"Don't you talk about messed up. He never kidnapped me just for creating some kind of deal with HOMRA, nor did he let other people beat me and then chain me. And stop reminding me that you stalked me and know all my personal life. It weirds me out even more"

"I never actually gave them permission to beat you" he begins explaining as we leave the room and make a left in the empty corridor. "I told them to go get you. When I found out they laid more than just a hand on you and then chained you, I beat them. They're currently in the infirmary, maybe you'll get to see them, assuming they're not dead"