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50) [Delirious] My Teddy

A/N: This one's a little different compared to my normal ones. I've had this idea for a whileeeeeee.

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"Morning teddy bear."

What the fuck?

Panic swarms me as I open my eyes and look into the blue ones hovering in front of my face.

"Hi girly."

My body jumped, and a strangled scream was trapped in my throat by the cloth tied around my head.

The man stood up, stepping away from me while giggling. He brandished a knife.

Adrenaline kicked in as I tried to pull as far away from this crazy man as possible. I couldn't move far due to the chains around my wrists connected to the headboard.

"You must be so confused. There, there, Delirious will tell you everything." His cold hand laid against my cheek, and I couldn't help but jerk away. He giggled while brandishing the knife. "Now, be a good girl. Or else I might slip."

Tensing, I held as still as possible with my eyes closed as the man slid the even colder metal of the knife against my cheek, cutting away the gag. It fell away, and eventually the knife made a retreat from my skin. I couldn't help but sigh.

How did I get here?

What happened?

"Don't you remember your birthday? I came in and rescued you."

Oh what a day.

The one where I was born.

Too bad no one seemed to care.

In spite of all of my so called friends, I went out to a bar. If I was going to be alone, I was going to have a good time. After being stood up for hours by those who were supposed to be my besties, I was over it. I couldn't deal with the disappointment anymore. It's so hard always being the forgotten friend.

The bar was bouncing. It wasn't too busy, but I was also less than noticeable due to the crowd. Except for him, I guess.

"If it wasn't for me, you would have spent another day alone. But no more. From now on, you'll have me."

His sinister look made my stomach lurch.

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Two weeks have gone by. He's now allowed me to wander around the room without restraints. If I have to use the restroom, he has to walk me to it.

I found out that his house is on the outside of town in one of the upper neighborhoods. No one is nearby. If I crack open the window enough, I can sit on the roof and look outside. I don't dare try to make escape from it though.

One of my legs was messed up, mutilated even. It must have happened when Delirious drugged me. I can barely walk on it with the amount of pain that ensues when I do. Not only that, but the roof is on a second story, overlooking a drop down a mountain cliff. I wouldn't make it far to say the least.

I only sit on the roof when I know Delirious is gone during the day. He leaves for business.

We've gotten into a weird routine. He'll wake me up, let me use the restroom, feed me, and then use it again before locking me in the room for hours. He'll come back later in the day when the sun is setting. We'll eat dinner if I haven't upset him. Sometimes he leaves again after that, other times he plays video games. Yesterday, he let me sit on the couch while he watched T.V.