Rescue Me *Completed*

Chapter Forty-Nine

I couldn't tell what was real anymore.

I constantly felt so tired; sitting on the same spot, chained against a hook on the wall, it physically numbed me.

my wrists and ankles felt cold, the collar around my neck constantly send me into a claustrophobic spiral that by the time I was able to calm down on my own, I was exhausted. The days where Blake did catch me hyperventalating on my own, he "taught" me how to over come it with just a few lashes.

Physical pain.

Emotional pain.

All I wanted to do was disassociate back at Michael's apartment.

On the hours I was left on my own, it wasn't until day 4 when I purposefully imagine Michael sitting next to me. In fact, It was the only hours where I could cry alone and remember his gentle touch on my body. His clean smell, the warmth that radiated off his body, his charming laugh;

I... I want it back.

I don't remember when he just started appearing when my mind just felt like it.

Sometimes I feel like I'm awake when I'm actually asleep, and other times; I think I'm asleep and it takes one good slap to remind me I'm awake.

What really made me struggle was not knowing the time or weekday. All I knew was when the sun was rising, I had to be up doing chores. When the sun comedown, I was back to being chained to the nightstand as Blake slept through the night.

I don't know how long I could keep up with this...

I couldn't reach the hook on the back of my collar's chain-- and even if I could, I couldn't exactly jump out the window. I didn't know how high the cliff was.

leaving through the front door was most certainly not an option. With that alarm that taunted me with it's red blinks, it was ready to scream if I even reached for the doorknob.

I knew that Blake was crazy, but this was a whole other fucking level of psychotic.

I had already accepted the fact that there wasn't going to be an easy way out for me, but to be so far away from Michael's reach, It broke me to tears.

Darlin' Michael sits before me with his legs crossed. You gotta hush now, you'll wake Blake.

"Let him wake up." I hiccuped. "If he hurts me, it's what keeps me awake."

Is that what you want? He crossed his arms and lifts a brow. Don't tell me you were secretly a masochist this whole time.

"N-no." I scoffed a tiny smile. "but if I was, you wouldn't know about it."

I don't think I'd want to know. Though, I am curious about something.

"Hm?" I yawned.

Why does he treat you like some kind of pet? Sitting by his side like a dog, jumping on command; what's that about?

I sigh, leaning my head against the nightstand for support.

"It's not important."

It is important if you allow him to treat you this way. Darlin', do you get a kick from this type of treatment?

"Of course not." I said. "Look, It's a bit complicated talk about. Right now isn't exactly the best time and I don't know about you, but I can barely lift my eyelids."

I think now is a good time to talk about it. he presses. Blake is passed out on the couch, we have the room to ourselves, and even though I can barely see your face under this moonlight, I can tell you have a lot to come clean about.

"Well I don't feel like talking about it."

I felt awful answering back to him so sternly. Him leaving is the last thing I want right now.

"Okay."

When I opened my eyes, he was sitting next to me. Holding my hand in his own; but I felt nothing.

"Michael I... I have so much to apologize for--."

I know Darlin'. He murmurs. I know you are sorry.

"I'm so tired... I can't do this... it's-- it's been a week and you can't save me. No one can."

Darlin' in times like this, the only one who can get you out is you.

"Are you seriously suggesting I fight my way out?"

Grab the bull by the horns remember?

Right as I was just about to open my eyes to take one last look at my man, I was startled back into the sunlight and a huge amount of pain.

"I SAID GET UP!"

My heart suddenly clutched into itself tightly, vibrating violently just like the rest of my bones.

"Stop!" I screamed. "Blake stop!"

My muscles were finally released from the tension, causing my body to fall on my side and catch my breath again.

"I gave you distance. I gifted you with space and this is the thanks I get?!"

I felt the tip of his shoe dig deep into my hip, making my body curl in itself to protect it's center.

"Stop it please!" I begged.

"You were dreaming about that fucking professor weren't you, you bitch!" He snaps. "Michael... Oh Michael! Save me!"

His mockery wasn't anything he hasn't done in the past, but damn did it still hurt hearing it.

"God you're so pathetic." He spat with a sour expression on his face. "Now get the fuck up. I'm hungry."

"Grab the bull by the horns remember?"

Yeah... Grab him by the horns... the idea doesn't sound too bad now doesn't it Winter?