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Chapter 17- Undetectable Feelings...

Lauren's POV:
He crouches down in front of me, eyeing the sore scrapes and cuts marking my kneecaps, a wince or two being held within my mouths doors. "Mm..." my legs twitch, feeling the depressed man's eyes twisting into the thin barrier of skin, cutting deeply into the runny scarlet liquid circulating through the limb below. "Sit tight." are the two small words to leave his lips before adjusting his body to his official height, crossing the room to retrieve a small red box, the contents made known to me when he flips the lid upward, revealing what seems to be a first aid box.

Is he really going to take care of me??

"Stay still...this will sting a bit." unsure of what he's suggesting, I notice he pulls out a spray bottle containing a clear, translucent liquid. Only seconds later, the liquid is squirted onto my scars, each of my thighs bucking out at the stinging contact, alcohol cleaning my minimal wounds. "I told you to stay still..." he begins growing frustrated at my inability to follow his actions...and as the stinging sensation shocks my lower limbs, I shake and angrily pull my legs at one another, the strong force breaking the duct tape into two separate pieces, a searingly loud tearing noise piercing my ears, and I shortly realise...I'm free.

I'm free.

My lousy attempt to stand and bolt out of the room as fast as my body can take me is quickly demolished when the heels of my feet skid down the floor at the attempt to stand, my ass coming crashing back down, sure to cause a bruise on my tailbone. Before I can think again, Connor yanks my legs and holds my ankles together with one strong hand, looping more of the grey, cursed, and annoyingly sticky material around my lower calves and ankles in a never-ending, spiralling motion, winging round and round until I loose count. "Nice and tight...we don't need you escaping again, now do we?"

I fight the restraints once more, effortlessly kicking my legs to break the bond...until I rest my legs down against the floor, and realise, it's useless.

I'm useless.

I've never been one to surrender, not to anyone. I control things, I control people, I control my life. My possessive nature has even caused me to create a career behind it. But for the first time in my life...I'm putting my hands up in the air. For the first time in my life, I'm letting go, for the first time all I know to do now is beg, plead and hope. To the very bottom of my heart, using every cell in my body...beg this man not to commit the torturous crime of murdering me in cold blood for reasons unknown, and give my children a mother to come home to them once again, like I have done many times before.

"Let's try this again, shall we? Now that I know you won't be breaking out of this for the second time." his tone seems to have hardened slightly, but his unsure yet caring manner still alive. This is confusing me so much...

Why does he care so much about a few cuts on my body? He's sure enough about to do something much, much worse to my body, something intended to cause a great deal of damage and mistake...why care now?

After re-applying the burning liquid to my kneecaps, he scrambles through the box he retrieved, only to find a roll of softened, lushly smooth bandages. "There's no plasters, so I'll have to dress your cuts with these. I'll have to do it tightly though, so bear with me..." wringing the fabricated cotton around my kneecaps separately through the parted hole between my bound-up legs, and I feel the tightness of his wrapping causing the dip between the backs of my thighs and my calves to be pressurised with the material, a soft touch no longer perceived by the possible growing redness around that area.