CHAPTER 7
Pete POV
The next morning Vegas leaves the room early once again, but this time I happen to make out his back as he paces back and forth in the office. So I pretended to be asleep; as if he hadn't woken me up; as it was ideal if I stayed like this until he leaves. The thought of having to deal with him after getting out of bed, almost makes me lose my mind. Having to keep up the pretense, a calm expression, acting unfazed, and maintaining the ruse: it is so damn tricky and troublesome!
Today is the same as every day. I take a shower, make the bed up and try to find a weakness in the chain so I can escape and regain my freedom. There is nothing else more pressing than this, doing this repeatedly, day after day, in a never-ending cycle. When Nope brought food, I ate it all, leaving nothing behind without a second delay. I eat the food on offer, which is made up of creamy mushroom soup and garden salad. This is what I eat every day... because what can I even do in this type of situation? I am like an inmate on death row with an impending death day... But I also deserve to eat food that I like, right?
Once I had finished eating, I keep searching for a sharp item. Even though the likelihood of success is slim, one must give one's all to experience success to know how sweet victory is. I soon realize it is late in the afternoon as I lay my face down on its side on the floor to see if there is something underneath the bed. In case I might have missed something under there, just on the off chance he had dropped some scissors, a knife, or some heavy solid object. I will keep looking for them. I will never stop. I will never give in.
Crrreeeaaakk...
All of a sudden I hear the side of the glass sliding door open and looked up in unrestrained apprehension and shock.
"What the hell are you doing down there?" Vegas demanded.
Why is he here now? It is still the afternoon, normally he comes back in the evening!
"Ummm..." I stuttered; suddenly caught off guard; before slowing doing a pushup, moving my body up and down, trying to sell the ruse. "I am doing push-ups damn it!"
"Oh? You are doing push-ups?" Vegas asked with a skeptical raise of his eyebrow, clearly bewildered by what he saw.
"Since you have got me chained up in here, all I can manage to do is eat and sleep every day. My muscles are fading away, they're nearly gone in fact!"
"Alright, fine, that's okay then," Vegas exclaimed as he walked over to his wardrobe and changed out of his uniform into more casual clothing.
"Why are you back so early?" I asked suspiciously; not that I actually care, since his answers are always so succinct and abrupt.
"My exam was in the morning, so now I am back, why? Is there a problem with that?" Vegas replied.
"Oh, no. It's fine..." I replied while in my mind I commiserate the fact that the time for my body and mind to recover and bounce back is considerably less than other days.
"Okay then..." Vegas sighed as he finished putting his clothes on and walked over to me, sitting down next to me.
"My friends will be arriving soon to help me do my report. if you dare make any noise or do anything to cause a distraction; doing things you shouldn't be doing; I will punish you accordingly. In fact, I will beat you the hell up without a second thought or delay!" Vegas said emphatically, pushing his hand down on my back with such force, that my face nearly smashed into the ground.
"Ouch!" I exclaimed as every word struck me.
Damn it, couldn't he say it in a better way?! Talking to me like in such a way... I know it really grates my bones. Fucking really?! Hmmm... his friends... Will they also come to the office part of Vegas's room? Now there is an interesting piece of information. If his friends find me in his room and see me chained up, wounded, and hurt, in this pitiful condition, surely his friends will call and report him to the police for abuse... and in the end, he would be arrested!
