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Chapter 10: Home

It was day one without Ichigo. You mainly lazed around all day, waiting for him to come back or try to catch you breaking out. Joke's on him, you weren't risking it. You didn't know where he went, or when he was coming back, the only indicator you had was that you would have enough food to last you until that time came.

Maybe if you eat all the food Ichigo would come back. You smacked yourself on the side of the head at this thought. He was a murderer, and he was keeping you here against your will, you shouldn't have thoughts about when he would come back.

You thought that it would help familiarising yourself with Ichigo's house. You had been here for a while, and you had also lived here consensually for a month, and you knew where everything was, but the only time you really searched the place was the time you were knocked out and held prisoner soon after.

You busied yourself by looking through every drawer, trying to pry open every floorboard, and even taking apart and putting back together Ichigo's bed in hopes of something.  Then, a thought clicked in your mind, why didn't you think of this sooner?

You clumsily ran to the attic hatch, grabbing the small charm at the end of the rope and tugging it to let the stairs down.  You searched for the light switch, coughing in the dust that was awakening from you frantically waving your arms around.

You slid your hands over the wall at the far end of the attic, searching for a mechanism.  Finding none, you groaned, burying your face in your hands and leaning backwards into the wall, to your mistake, as you stumbled through a door that was now open. 

Seriously? No lock or anything?  But then again you were chained up when you were here, a lock would just make more noise and give away the secret.  "Not much of a secret anymore though," you grinned to yourself,

maybe if Ichigo sees that I've been sitting here, well behaved, he'll reward me.

You smacked yourself on the side of the head again, scared of yourself, and used a small chip in the wood to pull the door shut - as it didn't have a doorknob - before you had any more intrusive thoughts.

Day two, you decided to entertain yourself by doodling ideas for clothes.  After spending a few hours of the morning doing this, you helped yourself to fabrics that Ichigo had ordered.  There were many, and some were almost indistinguishable from others, meaning he must've just ordered them blindly, no pun intended, due to not having enough knowledge on names of textures. 

You busied yourself making shirt after shirt and jumper after jumper, anything to pass the time. 

Day five of Ichigo's absence, and you were struggling.  You had shovelled various foodstuffs into your mouth for the past hour, trying to finish the food so that Ichigo could come back.  You hated to admit it, but you wanted your captor back, as unhealthy as it was.  You anxiously sat down on the sofa in the living room, deciding that maybe a movie could take your mind off of him. 

You bit at your thumbnail, your eyes drifting off the screen every once in a while.  You had (sort of) watched almost every film on the recommended section of Ichigo's Netflix account, which he had gotten only after you begged him to before you were aware of his murderous tendencies. You eyed the clock on the wall, which read into early morning. 

Day ten.  You gave up sleeping in a bed, instead opting for the floor, watching the front door until you fell asleep.  It was 11:47 at night, and your eyelids kept closing.  Recently, you tried to stay awake all you could, rarely letting the door out of your sight, with the exception of food and going to the bathroom.  Even those trips were infrequent and lasted under 5 minutes.  As you felt your consciousness darken, there was the small but unmistakable sound of metal against metal.  Your head perked up, suddenly fully aware of your surroundings.