Tag, You're It

six

T-Bag was gone for about 15 minutes before returning. He hadn't locked the door behind him, but I hadn't run. I couldn't. He had stolen the air from my lungs and I had done nothing but cry in the time I was alone. I had never felt this kind of pain before. He had taken everything from me.

When he re-entered the cell, I was still on my knees, spitting onto the floor in attempt to rid my mouth of his taste. He swaggered in, looking sickeningly satisfied, and crouched down to my level. I tried to look away but he grabbed my cheeks with one hand, the other held him steady with fingertips on the floor. 
"Why so gloomy, Gracey?" He make me feel genuinely nauseous. His voice made me feel light-headed, so much so that I believe I actually fainted, because there seems to be a long, black gap in my memories.

I woke up tied to a wooden chair in a completely white room with padded walls. Well, 'white' is too generous; it was dirtied and brown, but you could see that white was its original colour. The chair was hurting me, it was chipped and shivered, although this encouraged me to rub the ropes against the splintering wood. I tried to work my way out, but before I could make any real progress, the door swung open. Theodore Bagwell walked in, dressed in a black pin-stripe suit now, closing the door behind him.

"Hey there, pretty. I apologise for the restraints, but I'm afraid it is a necessity for the time being," he said looking down at me, that same sick smile as before on his face.
My throat went dry. "What now?" I asked with a sudden, and short-lived, burst of courage, "You've got me. What happens now?"
"Now, my dearest, we get to know each other a little better. It's been a hot minute since I last saw you, Gracey. And might I say what a fine young woman you have grown into," T-Bag circled me like a blood-thirsty shark, all the while sucking that goddamn lip of his.

"Why don't you untie me? Seems rather formal if this is just a catch-up," I smile innocently.
"Oh, on the contrary. Like I said, the restraints are necessary until I see that you have full accepted your new role and won't try to escape." He adjusted his cufflinks. He may be a psychopath but, damn, he looked good in a suit.
"My new role?" I questioned.
"I adore you, Gracey. You will never find a man who loves you like I do. I've known you since you were just a little bean sprout," I flinched as he reached his hand out towards me, and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear; he was smiling that sick smile, "It's about time I had someone to love me, fear me, and submit their entire being to me."
"Excuse me?" I said in disbelief.
"See, this attitude will be a hinderance," he took a step back, "You need to learn some manners, missy."
I couldn't help but scoff at his ridiculous ideas. This, however, clearly made him  unimpressed.
"It seems you need a little while longer to settle down," he began walking toward the door, "I will return soon, and hopefully you will have come to your senses," he opened the door, "This is your life, now, Gracey."

The second the door closed, I got back to my escape plan. The rope wasn't too thick; I began to rub it against the edge of the chair. After about half an hour, it began to fray to the point I may actually stand a chance of freedom. But before I could get there, the door swung open and I began to sweat, hoping T-Bag hadn't just seen my escape attempt.

"Miss me, little lady?" T-Bag asked as he closed the door behind him.
I could spit at him, and be harsh with my reply, but perhaps I could flatter him into letting me go, "I was hoping you'd return."
"Is that so? I suppose you've had time to think things over?" He raised an eyebrow and I quickly nodded.
"Of course," I forced my sweetest smile, "I just got so flustered, but I'm ready to be yours now."
"So I would be mistaken were I to believe you were trying to escape these here ropes just now?" he asked and my heart skipped a beat. He smiled wickedly as he approached me. He knelt down next to the chair and examined the rope, running his fingers over the frays.

"Now how did this happen?" He looked up at me, that sickening smirk plastered on his face.
When I didn't reply, he stood up and walked towards the door. I was hoping he would just leave so I could continue my plan. However, T-Bag didn't leave. He locked the door and, when he turned back to face me, he had a small pocket knife in his hand.
My eyes widened, and his smirk only grew at my horrified reaction. He slowly lowered the knife to my wrist.
"Please..." I whispered, closing my eyes tight. I prepared myself to feel the cold blade against my skin, but it never came. Instead, T-Bag cut my ties and took a step back.

"I don't understand," I said, making him chuckle.
"Oh please," he slid the knife back into his jacket pocket, "You think I'd fall for your batting eyes? I'm sorry, doll, I can read you like a book."
My heart sunk, and I couldn't hold back the tears. The reality of the situation had hit me: I was never getting out. T-Bag clearly noticed this.

"How about a wager?" He proposed, and I was certainly confused. "I'll give you one chance to escape. You have one chance, and if you make it to the exit, I won't come after you. I'll unlock the doors and, hell, I'll even give you a head start," he smiled. This sounded far too promising. I waited to hear the catch. "However, if you don't make it, and I catch you, you belong to me. Sound fair, pretty?" He held his hand out for me to shake, which there was no chance of me doing.
I contemplated for a moment in my mind, and came to the conclusion that this wager, although suspicious, was my only chance off escape.
"Okay," I whispered. T-Bag smiled.
"I do love a good chase," he muttered to himself while fiddling with his watch. "You have a one minute head start," he spoke louder now, "Your time started five seconds ago."

Without hesitation I darted to the door, unlocked it and threw it open. I took a final look back and T-Bag was intently watching, his eyes cold and empty. Merciless. I started running. The hallway beyond the door stretched in both directions, with dozens of doors lining the walls. I chose to run left. The hall was long and dirty; as disorienting as the room I was in. I tried every door that I ran past, but the majority of them were locked. The ones that weren't opened up to a room similar to the one I had been in. The issue was, I had reached the end of the hall and none of the doors were the exit, and it wouldn't be long before T-Bag came after me.

I began to run back down the corridor so I could search the other end of the hallway, but that's when I saw T-Bag walking toward me. I didn't think he saw me, as he was focused on looking into each of the rooms, as I had done. I had to hide.
I rushed into the closest unlocked room and sat against the door, so if he tried it, he'd hopefully assume it to be locked and move on. I sat with my hand tightly over my mouth, so not to let out the quietest of noises. I could hear his steps echoing down the hall, getting closer and closer. I held my breath and tensed every muscle as he, painfully slowly, paced past my door. When I thought that he had past far enough, I quickly and quietly pushed open the door and ran the opposite direction.
I started trying doors again, quickly becoming careless of how much noise I was making out of desperation. I could hear footsteps behind me, and turned back to check how close they were, but I was stopped dead in my tracks when I fell to the floor after running right into Bagwell...

"Oh, precious. And you were so close, too..." he chuckled as he reached across and opened the door I had fallen in front of. It was dirty-white, just like all the others, but it opened to a stone corridor leading back to the main cell block.
"No..." I muttered hopelessly. I was two feet from freedom. I still was two feet from freedom...
I scrambled to my feet and tried to reach the stairs, but T-Bag had clearly expected it.
He grabbed me by the throat and pinned me against the wall. I was choking and spluttering as he leaned in and placed a kiss on my cheek, which disgusted me.

"You'll warm up to me eventually, my love." 

A/N
Hahaha hey guysss.. I'm not dead. I am sorry for the long disappearance, I have been super busy, and struggling with the ol' mental health. I am back now and I am hoping to update this story more consistently. All the lovely comments I have received has sparked my passion again, so thank you to everyone who is reading!! 
Anyways, I hope you like the new chapter!