to be with danger

how did you find me?

Making a pained face, type squeezed his eye lids tighter to groan.
He then snapped his eyes open when he felt a pull to one side.
Type gulped has he looked over Mr. Tyme who eyed him narrowly.
Type darted his to say nothing.
Mr. Tyme then raised an eye brow.
"Experiencing pain?"
Type signed to then nod, mr. Tyme looked him over to then get up, type watched him go to then try to sit up to then look about to make a hard face.
He was pinned to the bed, there were chains about his wrists and ankles.
Type started to thrash to then stop to breathe heavily to then turn his head to look over Mr. Tyme.
He shrugged to then go forth to sit to the edge to move a pill out.
"Aspirin, you can take it."
Type narrowed his eyes to then look to it..
"I'm not trying to kill you..... Yet. Now take the aspirin."
Type signed to move his head closer to then take the pill to his teeth to then move his head back to consume, mr. Tyme watched to then place the cup of water he was holding under types mouth, type peered his eyes to the action to grit his teeth.
"Drink type."
Type signed once more to then place his mouth to it to drink every last drop he was thirsty, feeling a bit of movement, Mr. Tyme peered his eyes down to see types exposed stomach start to move. Mr. Tyme couldn't help but smile, he then placed a hand to his stomach, types eyes popped open a bit to then move his body a bit to the side, Mr. Tyme looked quickly to him.
Type eyed Mr. Tyme with anger.
"Don't you fucking touch me!"
Mr. Tyme raised an eye brow to then get up to throw the cup to the wall, for type to turn his head to watch it shatter, he gulped.
Mr. Tyme who stood to the side of the bed tilted his head to look over him..
"Who do you think you are too say that to me!"
Type flexed his jaw to then slowly look to Mr. Tyme.
"I'm the person who is carrying your child! That is who I am, you rapist, murdering piece of shit!"
Mr. Tyme then wrapped his arms about himself.
"Finally you admit it's mine."
Type rolled his eyes to turn his head to look the other way.
"Doesn't matter what you say anymore, the day you escape, I received the results, that baby is mine and it's a boy."
Types eyes Darted to then turn his head to look over Mr. Tyme.
"That's why you tracked me down....... How did you?"
Mr. Tyme lightly chuckled to then turn to go to types dresser to eye the top of it to see a sonogram.
"Mm....I see someone is growing attached."
Type flexed his jaw.
"Go to hell!"
"Being without my child, that's where I have been."
Type rolled his eyes to look forward.
"You didn't even want a baby."
Mr. Tyme turned rather quick to eye over type.
"Neither did you! I know you planned this!"
Type snapped his head to look to Mr. Tyme.
"You were the one who didn't let me take my medication you asshole!"
"So it was that night, I did think you took it, that's why I took the bottle away, however you didn't tell me you didn't."
"God! I tried! You wouldn't let me speak!"
"Always with the excuses and blaming others I see."
Type made a face to then turn his head to look forward..
"I want to know. How in the fuck did you find me!? Who all did you kill?"
Mr. Tyme slowly went to type to then sit to the edge to look at his swollen stomache to be happy he took off his shirt before he chained him there..
"You were rather good, however, after I received the fake news that you had killed my child, I started to dig, I become obsessed. I didn't know I was going to find you pregnant though."
Type started to take in long breathes.
"Who..... All did you kill?"
Mr. Tyme then raised his hand to have it hover over types stomach, type widened his eyes to then look to Mr. Tyme.
"Don't touch me!"
"You want to know all who I killed."
Mr. Tyme started to lower his hand until it was too types stomach, type eyed the action with a hard face.
"I didn't kill one person, but had them killed."
Type parted his lips to then look to Mr. Tyme.
"Who!?"
"The doctor, the nurse, by the time I started to go after there family, I started to find things about you, through your other doctors database. He was sending birth control, I see to be pre natals, to an address here, that is where you failed."
Types chin started to quiver.
"You killed two innocents!"
Mr. Tyme then looked to his hand rubbing types stomach.
"You are the one who killed them, shouldn't have escaped."
Type then pressed his head to the head board to close his eyes to feel like utter shit.
Mr. Tyme then looked up to start to laugh.
Type opened his eyes quick to look at him.
"You are a sick son of a....."
Mr. Tyme rolled his eyes to get up.
"And you are a gullible fool."
Types mouth fell a bit.
"What?"
Mr. Tyme turned to eye over him.
"Maybe later, I need to know if your hungry and if you need to use the restroom."
Types eyes darted.
"What the hell is wrong with you!"
Mr. Tyme shrugged.
"For the last 5 and a half months, I believed to my core you murdered my child, I will not give you anything up front anymore. You have to work at it. Now, are you hungry? Need to use the restroom?"
Type made a hard face to then turn his head to look forward..
"You really are crazy!"
"Mm..... In part, this is your fault. Now are you either one of those things?"
"God! Just fuck off!"
"In time."
Type snapped his head to the side to look over Mr. Tyme.
"You are not going to touch me! Not in that way or any other way you understand me you son of a bitch!"
Mr. Tyme lightly chuckled.
"We will see. Especially with what I placed in your drink."
Types eyes widened.
"What did you do?"
"You will see soon, I'll go and make you something to eat."
Type watched Mr. Tyme walk away to then dart his eyes frantically.
What the hell did he do!?