𝔻𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 (UNDER EDITING)

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Leah woke to a shivering Taylor, and cringed at how cold his skin was. "You warm enough?" He asked through chattering teeth. "You should be more concerned about yourself," She replied. He sat up, rubbing his arms, clearly trying to smooth out the gooseflesh that had sprouted on his chilled skin. 

"Here, take the blanket, I'm a lot warmer than you are." Leah insisted, unwrapping herself from the blanket and shoving it into his shaking hands. He wrapped himself in it and stifled a laugh, Leah looked at him, confused. ''I'm a burrito!" He cheered. "Idiot," she muttered, shaking her head slightly.  

"Did she like, turn the air on or something?" Taylor asked after a while. "Probably," Leag muttered, rolling her eyes. "There has to be a way out of here.'' Taylor seemed to be speaking more to himself than Leah. 

Leah stood up to check around, wandering about the room, poking around in corners. She slammed her shoulder forcefully into the door a few times, then stopped as the pain of a forming bruise forced her to. Taylor got up and pulled Leah away from the door. "You won't get out that way, it's locked, you'll just hurt yourself more." He muttered. 

He was right, the bruise on her shoulder had receded to a dull ache, but the pain was still persistent.  Leah looked up as the lock clicked open, they dove into the bed and pretended to just wake up as the woman walked in. "Hello my dolly, come on." Both got up at her words, but she swatted her hand at Leah. 

"Not you, only him." She pointed to Taylor, who turned to Leah with wide eyes. 

Taylor felt a stab of fear as the woman looked at him with cunning eyes, her eyes looked so unfriendly, cold and lifeless, it had him paralyzed with fear. 

"Let's go doll." She purred, dragging Taylor by his wrist to her and tying him up again. "I'll see you soon." He mouthed to Leah as the two left the room. She looked so forlorn, just sitting with the blanket wrapped around her and staring fearfully after the partially unwilling pair. 

The woman marched Taylor down the hall, muttering things to herself. She shoved him into a room, her following and locking the door behind them, the room had a chair and various painting tools, brushes, paints, glasses of water, towels, mirrors, Taylor shuddered as he noticed ropes lying beside the chair, this would not be like getting his face painted at a carnival. 

"Sit." The woman ordered, shoving him down into the chair regardless. She tied the ropes around the chair and Taylor, making it impossible for him to escape. The cold paint on a paintbrush struck his cheek and the temperature shocked him, he didn't jump though, and he was thankful that he had control of his reflexes, God knows what that woman would do to him if he had moved. 

The paintbrush glided across his skin gently and was sort of soothing, in an odd way. "What are you doing?" Taylor asked, trying to make conversation and distract himself from the cold paint that was being brushed all over his face and neck. 

"You'll see." The woman hummed, making Taylor feel a little more nervous. 

"Finished!" The woman said after a while. "Oh, could I maybe go back to my room now?" Taylor asked, not seeing anything wrong with the question. 

"Why? Do you not like spending time with me? I created you!" The woman shrieked, she was growing angrier, as Taylor desperately attempted to push the chair back to get away from her, he tipped it over and his face landed on the hard ground, no doubt splitting his upper lip and making blood pour sideways down his face due to the angle he was on. Taylor thrashed against his restraints, desperately trying to get out. He screamed for help until his throat was acheing, making the woman snarl. "Shut UP!" She roared. "Nobody can hear you!" Taylor cried out as she hit him, striking him repeatedly. 

"What the? You ruined your makeup!" She roared as she kicked Tayor viciously in ribs, as he instinctively tried to curl into a ball to protect himself, with that final bit of pressure, the restrains snapped. Taylor curled up fully into a ball to shelter his ribs and chest, the blood from his lip was now staining the front his once white shirt crimson. 

"Stop... please stop!" Taylor begged as she continued to beat him. "Dollies who talk back must be punished, that is how this works, and you will not be perfect until you learn to keep that mouth of yours shut!" The woman snarled in his ear as she delivered one final strong kick to his ribs. 

"I'm taking you to your room, no water for you or the girl tonight." The woman yanked Taylors limp body up by the arm, he had no strength left to fight, and Taylor knew, he was giving up. She basically dragged him, not even worrying about tying him back up, Taylor was too weak to even fight her and she knew it. 

She shoved Taylor into the room where Leah was now sleeping, he crashed onto the floor, unable to find the strength to get up. Taylor let out a cry as his ribs hit the ground, he was sure at least three were severely damaged, though it was probably a fracture or internal bruising, at least, that's what he hoped. 

He sat up, wincing, as he heard the lock click into the locked position once again, Leah had been woken by the commotion of the woman slamming the door and now she was walking over to Taylor, a concerned look on her face.

"She beat you?" 
Taylor let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head and grimacing at the pain the movement caused his ribs. "Of course she did, why not, right?'' He asked breathily, shuddering at the rage mixed with pleasure that had blazed in her eyes as she caused him harm.

"We have to get out of here, and fast, we have to get help." Leah was saying this more to herself as she looked over the bruises and small scrapes. "No, we should totally stay here with the psycho,'' Taylor snapped sarcastically. Leah snorted and her hand brushed over my ribs as she moved to grab the arm that had a still-bleeding cut on it. 

"OW!" Taylor roared, attempting to scramble back from her. He hissed in pain as the movement jolted his ribs, he stopped moving and his shoulders slumped. Leah did a bit of gentle poking and prodding at his ribs and then shook her head slightly. "Either it's a minor fracture or some nasty internal bruising, either one isn't too good, but I'll see what I can do, when I can." She explained, making a small face of an emotion Taylor couldn't decipher in his pain-filled haze. 

"What were you before all this?" Taylor asked out of curiosity and an attempt to ignore the stabbing pain in his ribs. "I was a med student, I want to be a doctor, to help people." She answered, making him let out a small hum of response. "So what do we do now?" He asked. 

"We wait, the woman wants a mind game, we'll play one with her," Leah replied with a small smirk. 

"That's great and all, but.." Taylors voice faded off as he felt his eyelids grow heavy, but instead of fighting the wave of unconsciousness like he normally would, Taylor let himself slide into the blackness of a sleep with no dreams.