CHASE

When I opened my eyes, I wished I hadn't. Every inch of the walls that made up this room was covered in pictures.. pictures of me. Not just any picture no, a whole lot of images that I'd didn't want to see. I felt sick to my stomach as I scanned the never ending photos that were there to show me just how much I had been defeated.

The hard part is that, I could remember bits and pieces of it. I had been under the influence, no doubt about that. I knew that I shouldn't have drank the drink he gave me but then again, like he said, I didn't exactly have a choice.

I was ashamed of myself, ashamed of the fact I had gave into him, my body had turned against me and fed into his sick games. He'd touched me and I'd let him. My stomach turned at the thought, bile threatening to spill out of my mouth as I drowned in the vague flashbacks of my drug induced behaviour.

'Ahhh!' I yelled, frustrated with the pictures that seemed to never end. I'd even danced for him, I had danced on him. No longer being bound to the bed by the ropes, I jumped off and ran towards the nearest wall, ripping off as many pictures as I could, my heart was thundering in my chest as my anger rose. He had no right to do this me. What had I done to deserve this?

'Careful, you might get a paper cut.' My movements halted at his voice. His taunting words. I hadn't even realised he was in here. Slowly turning around, I scanned his masculine appearance as he stood leaning against the door, his arms folded across his smooth chest. He was wearing black as usual, black t shirt, black cargo pants, black shoes. I wondered if he ever wore a different colour or would that not suit his sinister aura that seemed to be the only thing that oozed out of him recently.

'Carry on, rip off some more.' He gestured for me to continue ripping the pictures but I couldn't move, I couldn't even look him in the eye. The only thing I managed to do was to try and cover my body, thankful that i still had my underwear on, although I felt disgusted at the fact I hadn't changed them in god knows how long, I couldn't tell the time anymore.

'But just know, it won't change what happened in those pictures.' He dropped his arms and stepped over to me, I wanted to run, to bolt for the door once more, I even wanted to yell at him, to tell him that he had no right to invade my body like that, that I hadn't done anything to deserve this. Instead, I stood there comatose, waiting for him to taunt me some more.

'Did you..' I finally found my voice but I couldn't find my words. I wanted to ask him, had he..

'No Bella. I didn't fuck you. Not yet.' I let out a deep breath, relieved that at least he hadn't gone that far but I found myself worrying about the last part of his statement. Not yet. I swallowed hard, my throat dry. I wasn't going to wait for him to go that far. I had to get out of here.

'Chase please, let me go.' If he wanted me to beg him then that's what I was going to do, just whatever it took for me to get myself out of this mess. I didn't know how much time I had left until his next strike.

'Now why would I do that?' He moved towards me, resulting in me, moving backwards until my back touched the cold rough wall behind me. Placing one hand on the wall and one hand around my neck, he squeezed my throat. 'Why when I have you all to myself now.'

'Because you know deep down that I haven't done anything to you.' I winced as his hand smacked into the wall, making a loud thud right next to my ear. He looked angry again, his chest heaving as he stared me down.

'You're the reason why I'm here.' He repeated the same thing he said last time, I couldn't make sense of his words. He really was out of his mind and quite frankly, I was going out of mine.

'Chase whatever it is that you think I've done to you, I promise it's not true. I would never intentionally hurt you.' My gaze fell to the floor, a part of me still ached for the man before me. He had to be so out of it for him to really believe that I'd done something. I just couldn't think of anything that I could've done to anger him so much.

'You still don't get it.' His finger found its way to the side of my face, his fingertips tracing down my skin, I was trembling with every single touch, I didn't want him to touch me, I didn't want him to be so close, I was afraid I'd lose myself even more if he carried on like this.

'Then tell me, tell me what I can do to earn your trust, tell me what you want from me.' My eyes were closer, I didn't know if I could handle seeing the darkness in his eyes while he played with my head a little more.

'Bend over on the bed.' His fingers disappeared from my face and he took a step back as my eyelids slid open and I looked over to the bed, contemplating my next move. I didn't know if listening to him was a good idea but then again I knew if I didn't, I'd be made to do it either way.

'Go on.' He turned his head towards the bed, waiting for me to follow through. 'If you want to earn my trust then surrender to me Bella.'

My feet moved slow as I carefully walked towards the bed, with my head about to explode and my heart chanting in my chest, I bent over on the bed. Feeling exposed to his predatory eyes. I didn't know what to expect but I knew that maybe I could buy myself some of his trust if I listened to him and maybe I could escape if he trusted me enough to let me out of this cage he calls a room.

Some shuffling around came into my hearing and then suddenly it was silent, way too silent. Tilting my head to the side, I didn't get to see much right before something burned my skin. 'Ahhhh!' I groaned out in pain and jumped up on the bed, trying to get away to god knows where. He grabbed my ankle and pulled me back down, putting me back into the position I was. I could still feel the burning pain in my back as he held me down and cuffed my wrists.

'What are you doing!?' I painted through clenched teeth, I had to bite down on my bottom lip to distract myself from the pain that still surged through me.

'Punishing you.' He stroked my hair for a second then crouched down behind me, cuffing my ankles. I stood there with a million thoughts in my head and not a single one gave me an answer to my question. What had I done to be punished for?

'The more you move the more it'll hurt.' A second later another strike was landed on my back and I felt like the air had been stolen out of my lungs as I gasped for oxygen. Before I knew it, my entire back was burning, I'd noticed then, that he was whipping me. I welcomed the tears that blurred my vision and my body no longer co-operated with me, I had slipped off the bed and fell to the floor, laying on the cold hard ground but that didn't stop him, he kept going. He kept landing another shot to my sides and thighs.

I was burning, burning with the pain that surrounded my entire body. I didn't even notice when he stopped, I didn't notice when he took the cuffs off me and lay me on the bed, I didn't even notice my heart beating, for I had thought I was dead. The pain was so much that I'd ended up feeling numb. I didn't want to look down and see the aftermath, I was afraid if I saw my slashed body, I'd lose all and any hope I had left in, and I couldn't afford to lose hope, I couldn't afford to give up, I was going to escape and that was the only thing that kept me going.

He might've had me locked up but he was still a mentally sick patient, I had worked with Becca long enough to know how to manipulate their mind just like they manipulated us. I'd take the abuse and I'd take the pain but in the end, I'll be the one winning. Even as I lay here motionless, I knew that this wasn't the end for me. For I had, other plans.