His Mercy

7. Request

"W-why would you say I don't need them? Of course I need my clothes" I said a bit too sternly. 

"No you don't , its not like you're going outside anytime soon, you're staying in here"

"Why?! What do you want from me?" I was getting sick of this. He raised his hand and I immediately moved away, covering my face. But the hit never came. I looked between my fingers and noticed him lowering his hand and stand up.

"Get some rest, you'll need it"

Then he left, locking the door. 

Chained to the fucking floor, he's got to be kidding me. I just hope I'll be able to reach the bucket in time. 

I'm loosing hold of time, I have no idea how long its been. Not seeing his face or knowing his intentions is driving me crazy. He does not plan on killing me -yet. But he's comfortable enough to hurt me and punish how he seems. I don't notice any remorse in him or regret. Chaining me to the floor was a good idea, I have to give him that. 

The room started to smell, I wasn't sure if it was me or the bucket. I still haven't done number two. But I won't be able to do that much longer. It's weird, out of all the things I want, now I just want to use a regular bathroom. Take a shower, brush my teeth, feel the touch of a soft towel. 

I couldn't take this much longer, I stood up on my good-chained foot. Holding myself up against the wall, I made my way to the bucket and did my business. The smell got worse, so it was probably a mix of me and the pee. After pulling the underwear over me, I smelled the t-shirt. It was bad, like really bad. 

I tested if the chain would allow me close to the door, it was only a few steps. The chain scraped around the floor as I stumbled. The leather shackle sticking to my sweaty skin. Then I knocked. 

No answer.

I knocked again.

No answer.

Then once more, a little harder this time. 

No answer.

"Sir?" I called out "I-I need to ask you a question"

No answer.

"P-please" my voice cracked. 

No answer. 

I leaned my body on the wall next to the door and slid down to the floor. This room was giving me the chills. The chain made it feel like more of a prison. 

"Please" I called out again, but it wasn't strong. I'm sure he didn't even hear me. 

The tears didn't take long to come again, it was so hard to be strong here. I remember thinking once what I would do if I got abducted. We were talking about this missing girl case in class once and the teacher asked "how would you handle the situation?" I thought about it for a few weeks. I figured I'd fight, be smart and then escape. But look at me now: injured, chained, locked up and all I want is for my abductor to come back. Hopeless. 

I was close to falling asleep there when I heard the lock. I was too tired to move. The light from the hallway filled the bedroom. I heard him take one step in and then stop.

"Why are you not resting?" he said darkly. 

I took a deep breath "I-I had a question.."

"Was that the knocking I heard?"

I nodded and wiped my tears away. 

"Hey, whats wrong?" he took a step in front of me and bent down. His finger went under my chin, lifting it slightly up. I noticed his eyes scan my whole face. I probably look like a mess. 

"What's your question Lily?" he asked, still holding my face. 

I know my question but somehow I couldn't speak. He waited, his fingers slightly moving. I felt his thumb stroke my chin. It was soothing and I almost smiled. 

"I-I.."

"Speak"

"I just wanted to- well its more of a re-request" 

His head tilted a bit, he was curious. 

"What kind of request?"

I wanted to look down but his fingers were still holding my chin. "I-if I could maybe use y-your...b-ba.."

"What?"

"Bathroom" I said quickly. He let go of my chin and stood up.

"No" he said harshly.

He was leaving. 

"No wait, please!" I was desperate. I grabbed his leg, stopping him from completely exit the room. "P-please don't leave, I'm sorry"

He stood there frozen, it finally hit me that I had a strong grip on him. Almost like my life depended on him. I slowly let go "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Please I'm not a-asking for much.." I sniffled. 

"You just tried to escape, you never follow my rules and expect me to-"

"I know I know, I'm truly sorry" I quickly added. He turned around. I was on my knees in front of him. In any other situation this would be so humiliating. But I was desperate, more than ever.

"It stinks here, I feel disgusting, please sir..I'll be good, I promise" I looked down, bowing my head to him, trying to show some kind of submission. 

"Stand up" he commanded. I quickly tried to stand before him, holding on the wall. He took a step towards me and in swift motion grabbed my hair and turned me around so my back was pressed to his chest. 

"If you try anything and I mean ANYTHING, I will have no choice but to kill you"

I was paralysed.

"Do you understand me"

I couldn't move.

I heard a click and his pocket knife was pressed to my throat while his hand pulled at my hair. 

"YES!" I screamed, fearing he might actually kill me right there. 

"Yes yes, I understand, please" I cried. We stood there for a second, my heavy breathing the only thing you could hear. 

"Good girl" then he let go of me. I felt him bend down and undo my shackle. Then his hand went behind my knees and he picked me up. I weighed nothing to him, he held me so easily.

He was quick and soon enough he let me down inside a bathroom. The smell of soap and fresher air washed over me. 

I couldn't exactly walk so I just looked around me. There was a nice big sink, a toilet and a shower with a tub. Maybe he'll let me take a bath one day. 

"You have 10 minutes, thats enough for a shower" he said and opened a cabinet next to sink, inside were towels and products. 

"D-do you have a toothbrush?" I asked but regretted it. 

"Here" he said lowly and opened a drawer. Inside was dental floss, toothpaste and a toothbrush. 

"Thank you"

He just looked at me, again I had no idea what his face said. His mask really covered everything except his eyes.

"I'll be right outside, put this bag over your foot so the bandages won't get wet" he handed me a plastic bag from one of the cabinets. 

"I will, thank you"

Then he left and I turned the shower on.