He was in darkness, nothing but a small flame flickering weakly to the ever strong smothering velvet eternal night.
“...mber! Ember! Man you okay?” the guy he was talking with waved a hand in front of Ember.
“Oh, sorry... what were you saying?”
“Me? You were telling me how to take care of Eclipse while you’re away. Ember, you okay? You seem spaced after... your friend got shot...”
“Ah, right. Sorry, my best friend actually. Practically grew up together.” Ember hadn’t told this guy about his relationship since he was a homophobe.
“Well, you sure put a lot of effort into taking care of your cat,” Ember smiled at that part, “I mean feed him-”
“Her, Eclipse is a girl.” he quickly corrected hoping that now he’ll take good care of her.
“Oh, sorry, so feed her warm milk in the morning and some dry cat food, and for the rest of the other meals warm canned food and fresh water? You got her living like a queen here. Isn’t she just a dumb anima-ouch!”
“Eclipse! What have I told you about scratching? The legs are obvious it’s got to be the eyes you go for. Now do it again but run at him and aim for the face.”
“Stupid cat,” the guy growled.
“Ted, it’s only a few days and a few minutes of your time. If you want I’ll clip her claws before I leave.”
“Fine, fine.”
I woke up to stabbing pain on my wounds.
“Awake are we? Good to see you alive and well Ember,” doctor said with her tight smile. Shit, it’s this treatment all over again. I tried to even my breathing so I’m not begging her to stop her torture, but instead of pain it was nothing but gentle dabs. Something is off. Isn’t she suppose to want me crying out in pain every second? Why be nice and proper now? “You’ve been through so much already, Ember,” what did they say her name was again? Doctor... Gentle Suffler? Gently Sulfur? Gen...
“Gentry-auurgh!” She twisted my arm forcefully as soon as I said her name. Guess she still wants me to call her ‘Master’... not as gentle as I thought she was being. Still a sadist. “How long was I out?”
“Not long,” she smiled, “Maybe an hour or two? The little girl certainly did a number on poor Ash though. Shame really,” okay now I’m interested in what she’s saying. Did the kid get away?
“What happened?” I asked and waited for an answer. Gentry stayed quiet as she finished cleaning my wounds. “Is-ah!” she pressed on my wound as I tried to ask further. I guess she’s going to force it out of me, well I’ll ask Chic what happened. For now I’ll just keep quiet.
Wrong move, two hours of crying in pain, and by the time she was done I was a mess. I sure hope someone would come in and save me. I don’t care who it was, I just want someone here to replace these bandages soaked in alcohol.
Unfortunately no one came. I was alone, strapped to the bed, and wishing for someone, anyone to come save me. I struggled all night against the stinging with no hope for pain medicine or the numbing of the wounds. I finally broke down and started whimpering, no one was around so it should be fine.
The door opened and someone stepped in and started petting my head. The bandages were soon removed and replaced with dry ones. All the while I cried from the pain or relief I was no longer sure.
“Shh, it’s okay, I’m sorry I took so long getting back, tsk,” It was Chic, I’ve never been so happy that it was him! I wanted to hug him and cry some more. Chic only leaned more towards me and patting my head, he stayed like that for a long while before I’ve finally calmed down. The pain was no longer an issue now, it was my lack of free will with my hands.
“What happened to Path?” I asked as my breathing evened out finally. “The doctor said something about the girl hurting him...”
“Tsk, she escaped, Ash went out looking for her,” he said coldly, I was happy to hear that she escaped. She’ll get my message out to the police, if she remembers it...
“Is he okay?”
“No, she grabbed a hold of a knife and stabbed him,” is it me or does Chic sound off when saying it? What happened?
“But he’s looking for her with that kind of wound?” my hands started to shake. Chic pulled away from me looking at me with hate in his eyes. Shit.
“You told her something, didn’t you?” he said angrily, he wasn’t asking, he was demanding. “You told her where we kept the weapons.”
“Weapons? I don’t even know where they are...”
“You told her to get the gun and shoot Ash, didn’t you?” I was surprised, didn’t he say she stabbed him with a knife, where did the gun come from?
“I only told her-”
“He’s dead because of you! Before he went down he took the gun and shot her in the head five times!” I stared at him surprised. Path is dead because of the girl, and the girl is dead because I told her that they don’t keep inventory of the weapons. Fuck! That stupid little bitch! My chance of getting out of here now is nothing. Path was going to be my knife, and now it looks like I won’t even have that kind of luxury anymore.
“He’s...”
“Yeah, he’s not coming back. Ever,” I have no idea what happened but my eyes started to ache and my vision was blurry. I think my heart was also hurting but I hardly realized it because Chic walked out of the room soon after he said those words. If Path hadn’t killed her, I would have. I should have known better than to put my life in the hands of a scared little girl. No more Path. That was suppose to be a comfort to the world, but the guy was my ticket out. I should have fucking known better.
I was numb to the world, didn’t think I would be. I only felt this numb once before and that was when Timber died. If there was pain, I couldn’t feel it, if there was food I didn’t taste it. My hands remained strapped to the bed, I don’t think I’ve seen Chic, or Lou... or even the doctor. I can’t escape. No one was looking for me. I’m out of plans. I’m not going to be saved.
I heard voices, they were muffled but they were there. The world slowly came back, turning towards the sounds I noticed Chic first. He looked... sad? Beside him was... Path? He was happy, better not get my hopes up.
“Hey, Buddy,” I head Path say, “How are you feeling today?” His eyes... were shining. Literal sparkles splashing around him as he walked in towards me. I narrowed my eyes at him, this fucking idiot! How dare he make me feel things! I was still strapped down, if I wasn’t I probably would have tried to strangle the guy. “Not the reaction I was hoping for, but that’s why I love you. Always surprising me,” he said gently as he sat down on my bed and took my hand in his.
“How does a black eye sound?” I meant what I said.
“Ah, so you heard our conversation outside, sorry Buddy. Didn’t think I would worry you that much,” he said still smiles.
“What really happened?”
“The knife part was true, but she didn’t cut deep and only stunned me by the door and locked it. She ran for quite a while before I caught her and shot her. Not how I wanted to kill her but I was pissed.”
“Shame...” I said and looked at the wall feeling my head starting to pound. “What did she look like when she died?” That had to be a better story then just shooting her, I turned to face Path waiting for him to tell me.
“Couldn’t see her face, after I shot her I walked back home. Sage took care of the body while Dr. Suffer patched me up,” something about the story didn’t quite add up. She cut him but not deeply, yet he had to get help from the doctor? He also would never miss the chance to see their faces as they died, no matter how mad he got. He was also gone for a very long time, so either they were fixing a few things down at the torture site, or she really hurt him, or the least likely she got away and they were looking for her. He was probably disciplining his other victims, I know he has more, he’s told me about them since killing me was off-limits.
“I’m glad your safe,” I said instead of interrogating him with more questions. Path’s choice of having Chic tell me he’s dead was nothing out of character for Path. Anything to get to the mind of his victims. Hopefully nothing changes after this, I’ll wait a few days before asking Path to bring more of his pets. Maybe they’ll strap them up next to me, that would be fun.
“You look like you could use a shower, what do you say, Buddy?” Path gently undid the straps on my wrists and walked me to the bathroom. I was now faintly aware of my wounds, the pain slowly coming back. One glance at the mirror told me that I had a rough few days, I narrowed my eyes at the reflection hating how weak I let myself get over the thought of one person. Never again. If either of them die, I won’t mourn.
Path sat me down on the chair and took off the bandages, a few of them started to bleed from the dried blood on the wrappings. He took the shower head down and started to gently wash me up, this wasn’t like the other times he washed me. It felt soothing. I need to focus, I need to hate this. I have to hate it if I’m to survive here longer.
Path put the shower head down and looked up at me from his kneeling position in front of me. Kind of looked like a prince putting on my shoe. I hate it already. I hate how it’s making me feel. Special.
“What is it, Buddy? Still can’t believe I’m here?” he smiled up at me and kissed my wrist. “I’m here, how could I leave you?” a kiss to my palm, “it won’t happen again,” he kissed the back of my hand.
“Promise?” I decided to play along, if he thinks I care now, I can use it to my advantage. This seems to make him happy, he’s looking warmer. Like everything seems to melt away from him and he’s relaxing that the possible knowledge that I care.
“You know how to play me, I can’t ever break my promises,” he gently placed my hand on the side of his face and he sighed closing his eyes. He likes to leave a lot of openings, no wonder it was easy for that girl to get the best of him. Moving my thumb gently over his cheek bone he hummed softly.
“You promise?” I ask since he didn’t agree the first time I asked.
“I’ll make sure to take very good care of you from now on,” he said. If this continues, we won’t get anywhere. I’m going to have to step up my game. I pulled my hand from him and leaned against the chair.
“You promise?” he was stunned for a moment then smiled leaning forward, trapping me. Seems like this is war.
“If you love everything about me, you know I’ll do what ever you want to make you happy,” he’s adding me into that promise, he’s going to force me to promise that. I could live with that. I leaned forward stopping short before our lips touched.
“You promise?” I decided to up the game and pressed my foot against his crotch which was steadily getting hard. He gasped at the small touch, he looked like he was already loosing control.
“Everything, I promise you everything you could ever want. I promise,” he whispered and leaned his head on my shoulder, his hand holding onto the chair, his other hand removing my foot. That was easy. All I have to do is show him love. He has his work cut out for him, he can’t leave me, he can’t break his promise, he has to take care of me, he’ll do what I want to make me happy, and give me everything I could ever want.
“I accept,” I put my arms around his shoulders, feels nice knowing that he’ll willingly be my knife. I’ll have to take out someone soon, I can’t wait. Path is the jealous type, so by showing affection to someone else other than him is my next move. Only question is, who? Path pulled himself away from me and started kissing the wounds he inflicted. The thumb on his other hand started stroking the bullet wounds Chic had made, I flinched from the pressure his other thumb was doing on my arm.
“Do you really?” he asked he looked me straight in the eyes, my face showing the pain I was feeling. He gently licked the blood trailing from my arm while watching me. I have to say something, he only wants to make sure that I’ll live up to my forced promise to him.
“Yes, just don’t make it painful...” I tried pulling my arm back when he put more pressure on another wound he caused.
“I’ll try and restrain myself but it’s your fault for turning me on like this,” the panic must have shown on my face. I wasn’t expecting this kind of out come at all! “I won’t force you, love. Just let me take care of this and we can finish your shower.”
He’s just as worse as the doctor! He’s been kissing my blood stained arm for the past five minutes now, the pain he’s causing while making the wounds bleed. It was very uncomfortable, the only thing he did with himself was unzip his pants and take it out. He has yet to tend to himself and he’s making absolute sure that I won’t tend to him either. By causing me pain or keeping me in place while he continues to kiss my arm and now chest. Instead of jabbing his fingers in the wounds he’s using his tongue!
There is one particular sensitive wound that I’m only now realizing that he enjoys making a mess out of. It’s just on my left side, and I’ve hardly noticed that that wound never moved from that spot. The other wounds on my body were always placed differently but that one stayed the same. If yelped when he bit my side, just under the gash. He licked it gently his hand sliding up to work the other wounds that he figured were feeling left out. That caused me to voice the pain he was provoking, soon I was once again covered in my own blood. His soaked hands gently caress my face wiping away the tears, his eyes looked alive.
This must be the first hand experience those victims went through before he killed them. I remembered some of the report, he’d give them small cuts to give them pain. But most importantly bleed. Yeah, this guy was out there, who knows how many more are out there still. Only, hiding.
Path kissed the side of my mouth and sighed his breathing was ragged, “I’ll clean you up properly, sorry, I’ll be quick.” He went back to kissing my arms, but one of his bloodied hands was now working himself. I was still voicing my discomfort as he continued his sadistic torment on my wounds, and now it seems to be perverted as he moaned. “Keep going, hah ha, just like that, hnn fuck.” his lungs started working overtime before it stopped and he shuddered.
It took him a few minutes before he composed himself just enough to look up at me. “Strange seeing you breathing,” he said softly as he got up on shaky legs to clean me off. He gave himself a quick rinse just so he doesn’t get the bandages wet or so he says.
As we were leaving the bathroom, I was surprised to see my hospital bed was now replaced with an actual bed. Wooden frame, sheets, fluffy blanket, everything aside from that was still the same. Path set me down and kissed my wrist.
“No more ropes, unless you’re feeling naughty,” he smiled. “I’ll get you something to eat, just rest, you worked that body enough.” I know I’m going to be feeling sore, sighing I relaxed my body on the soft bed. It felt so nice to lay on an actual bed again. Such a small comfort, for the price of having to love that guy. How many more deals will I have to make in order to survive longer? I have to show emotions to Chic, and now I need to show affection to Path. How long until I will snap?
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