His Mercy

6. Chains and wounds

He came back, I closed my eyes. The sound of the lingering chain kept me awake. What was he going to do? I tried sitting up but his hand just pushed me down. I moved my legs and my right one sent pain up my side so I cried out again. 

"You twisted your ankle, no need to worry, it will heal in a few weeks" he muttered. 

I moved my head to see my right leg all bandaged up. Well this will make escaping much more harder. I then heard the chain again, he was on his knees, and his focus was on the floor. I didn't notice it until now but the floor was hardwood. He used a tool to pick up a small piece of the wood and then took the chain. 

"w-what are you doing?" I sniffled. 

"You'll see" he sighed and it only made me shiver. He was mad. 

Then he stood up and moved closer to me. I tried backing away but it was useless. He held up the chain and at the end of it was a leather shackle. He's gonna tie me up again..

"Do you know what this is?" he asked. I was frozen, no words would come out. 

In a few moments he realised I was in shock. He moved to my left leg and shackled my ankle.

"You've already received enough pain, this should teach you a lesson"

Then he sat back down next to me. All I could do was turn my head to the wall. It's gonna be impossible to escape him if I'm chained to the floor.  

"What you did was really stupid" he said slowly. This was it, this is my breaking point. Tears ran down like a waterfall down my cheeks, but I didn't sob. I didn't cry, yet they still fell. My heart ached, but my breathing was calm. 

I felt something touch my cheek and flinched away. His hand was close to my face and I then got the courage to look at him. His mask only made this whole thing harder. I don't know what he's feeling. Does he regret this? Or is he enjoying this?

My face was numb, probably because of his hits, I can't imagine what I look like now. I haven't showered at all, my hands feel dirty, even the taste in my mouth is bitter due to blood and lack of brushing my teeth. 

"Here" he said and I saw him holding a water bottle. His hand went under my head and he helped me take a few sips. It did soothe my throat a bit.  

"C-can I..." something stopped me from asking.

"What?"

"Ca-can I sit up now?"

He always pushed me back down and I wasn't sure why. 

I looked at him pleadingly. He soon nodded his head and his arms went under my back and I sat up. The dizziness came crashing down on me and I had to keep one hand on the wall for support. 

"How long are you going to keep me here?"

He sighed "ask me again and I'll twist your other ankle"

I gulped and looked down. My hands were oddly white and had small bruises on them, funny I didn't even know I had hurt myself there. I moved them a bit to get the blood flow starting again. Then my focus went to my feet. One is hurt and the other is shackled. 

I wonder how long he will have me like this.

"Lily" he said "if you ever do anything remotely like this again, I will be forced to do much worse"

I nodded, rubbing my eyes. I needed a tissue. I looked at the toilet paper next to the bucket. Is the chain long enough for me to reach it? This man seemed to be watching me very well, since he stood up and grabbed the toilet paper. Giving it to me before sitting back down. I don't normally clean my nose or look this messy in front of anyone, but now I didn't have a choice. 

"T-thank you.." I sniffled and cleaned my face. I was sweating like crazy. I really needed a shower, and a toothbrush, deodorant, hand sanitiser, maybe a nice lavender oil for my skin. 

"Can I ask you a question?" I looked up at him. 

He was quiet but then nodded. 

"W-who's shirt am I wearing?"

"Mine"

Why would he dress me in his clothes?

"W-why did you remove my clothes?"

Being only in my undergarments and a t-shirt was becoming very uncomfortable. I hadn't shaved in weeks and my dark leg hairs were showing. I've never shown anyone my legs like that. 

"You don't need them in here" he said and I swear I could hear him smiling. 

The shiver magnified inside me. Taking my clothes away could only mean one thing..