Different Paths

10. Chained

I wake up with my arms chained above me, and my ankles chained to the wall. I had very limited movements. I could recognize this room anywhere. I'm in his weird basement. He used to put me here as punishment — or whenever he felt like it.

I could feel minimal stinging on my face, there must've been cuts. I heard footsteps. He was coming back.

"Look who's awake, just in time too."

"What do you want, Elliot."

"Isn't it obvious, Y/N? I want you."

"Well this is a funny way to show it."

"It's not like you can do anything, you're immobile. You can't possible escape."

"How about you shut up?"

"What was that?"

"I said to shut up, Elliot."

"Really, now?" he said walking up to me.

"Keep it up, and you won't live to see anyone again."

"Hurt me all you want, Elliot. I don't care."

"I was planning on hurting you either way," he said with a dark smile.

"Why couldn't you have left me alone? Me running away wasn't a big enough clue for you?"

"It's the chase I like, my dear, sweet, Y/N."

"I'm not yours."

"Oh yeah? The marriage certificate says otherwise."

"That was supposed to be a pile of dust."

"You burnt the wrong one, I have multiple copies. Even if you did burn all the possible copies, the state still has a copy."

"You're the worst. I hate you."

"The Y/N who was eighteen would've said otherwise."

"Yeah, well that Y/N doesn't exist anymore. She's long gone."

"Well that's too bad."

"Leave me alone, Elliot."

"I don't think I will, I have you now."

"Yeah? What the fuck are you gonna do now?"

He lifted his hand and slapped my face — hard. My face started to immediately sting.

"Was that supposed to hurt? You hit like a little girl," I say with a smirk.

"Listen here," he said grabbing face by my chin roughly, making me look at him, "this behavior will not be tolerated. Is that understood?"

I kept silent.

"I said, is that understood?"