Day 2

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James marked another simple streak along the wall in front of me.

"Only two more days to go," James mumbled. "On the fourth day, I'll untie you, only if you're being good."

I swallowed the little amount of saliva I had in my mouth. My throat was so dry. I haven't had a drink, food, or sleep over the past fourty eight hours.

The burn on my chest was healing slowly, the skin becoming tighter and stiff. Irritated rashes and burns crawled along my bicep, lining the cut James had made there.

"A-aren't I being good?" I croaked out, my voice completley broken.

Body aching, arms and legs sore from being held in the same place, I realized how helpless I probably look right now. With James being 'stressed' almost every two hours, I never got a break.

Life didn't seem worth living right now.

But, I'm doing this for Tom.

Tom needs me to stay strong right now.

I need to stay strong for Tom.

I need to...

As I felt my eyelids slowly droop shut, I jerked my body to wake up. I can't sleep. I can't risk losing Tom.

"You've been good, but you haven't been good enough," James hissed, pulling a fresh shirt over his head.

I'm not good enough. I'm not good enough for my captor, so how will I ever be good enough for Tom?

Stop that.

Tom loves me. He wouldn't be looking for me if he didn't love me.

"I'm going to the doctors to get my nose bandaged," James mumbled. "Stay awake, Jordy."

Listening closely, I could hear the front door click shut.

I can't wait two more days.

I need out now.

Jerking on my limbs, I pulled against the bedframe. I tried huddling in a ball, the rope rubbing my flesh completly raw.

This isn't working.

I lifted up my hand, the restraint becoming slightly loser as I worked with it. My body ached so bad, it felt as if I was pulling my muscles off the bones with every move.

Holding on to the bedframe above me, my fingers danced around the coarse bindings. I pryed at the restraints, pulling something free.

I couldn't see behind me, I was purely guessing at this point, praying I was doing something right.

The rope gave some slack, my arm began to slowy drop down by my side. With one last tug, my right arm was finally free.

Strecthing across my body, I untied the knot on my left hand, followed by each leg next.

My breathing quickened, as I slowly sat up in the bed. I felt like a lion, finally released into the Savvanna, but I felt weak. It felt like I was paralyzed.

Nothing worked like it was supposed to. Every limb was heavy, unavaliable to move.

My left arm stung as I moved it.

That cut is probably infected, but I can't let that get in my way.

This is for Tom.

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