A/N: i actually got the biggest ick whilst writing this i hate men
Siobhan woke up with a severe migraine, it felt as if her brain was attempting to push out of her skull. She scrunched her eyes shut in pain, manoeuvring her head to the side to try and subside the pain.
As she went to move her hands to rub her head she felt something tug her hands back into place. Her eyes shot open instantly, she couldn't move her arms and that terrified her. Throughout her entire childhood and her adult life, she had an extreme claustrophobia and hated touch. She hated not having control of her body. Roger felt like a nightmare every time he would hold her down as he fucked her day after day.
Her eyes darted all around, eventually locking on the handcuffs that had been attached to her wrists, confining her to her bed. Panic had begun to set in as the realisation hit her, Roger had known all along. How could she have been so stupid, so gullible? She internally cursed herself for allowing herself to believe that she could ever truly escape the man. All she wanted was to let the tears that threatened her eyes fall freely but she refused to give him the satisfaction.
She was snapped from her thoughts when the door to her bedroom slowly opened. It was Roger. His eyes lit up and a smirk grew on his face as he stared at the helpless distressed woman before him.
"Well well well. You really think I don't know what goes on in my own house Siobhan." he took slow menacing steps towards her as she backed away until she hit the headboard of the bed. Any words that formed in her mind refused to leave her mouth, she was terrified.
Her head snapped to the side as he got closer, refusing to look at him any longer, she couldn't bare it.
"You've been a bad girl and bad girls get punished. They don't get to leave their room and they don't get to see their 'friends'" he continued to taunt her, his eyes narrowing at her. He was now in close enough range that he could touch her. Aggressively he gripped her chin, snapping her head round so she was facing him. She let out a small whimper which made the smile on his face grow wider.
"Please.." she managed to muster, as his laughs began to echo throughout the room, causing her to flinch in response.
"I'm not going to waste my time dealing with you. You will stay here until you learn your lesson. You are nothing without me Siobhan and you outta learn that sooner or later. I won't be as kind next time. I will see you in a few days." he threw her face to the side as he made his way to the door. She was going to die in there. She was going to die in that stupid house. Panic rose up her chest as she thrashed around, pulling against the cuffs at an attempt to escape. She knew it was no use but she was terrified, she had to try.
"Roger please! Don't leave me in here! I'm sorry i'll never do it again! I- I'll do whatever you want let me go please." she screamed, thrashing more and more, her wrists growing redder and redder.
This only angered him further , he didn't want anybody to hear her screams and call for help. She would stick out her punishment and he would make sure of it if it was the last thing he did.
Angrily, he ruffled around in the bedside table, searching for a roll of duct tape. The blondes eyebrows furrowed in confusion until she saw him lift it from the drawer.
"No no no no. I'll be quiet I'm sorry!" she began to ramble as he made his way over to her ripping off a large piece of the tape and shoving it on top of her mouth, muffling her cries.
"Goodbye Siobhan" those were the only words that left his mouth as he slammed the door shut, switching off the light and leaving her in complete and utter darkness. Unable to see, unable to move and unable to speak. This was her version of hell.
Tears poured down her face, she had allowed herself to be vulnerable finally. Her mind rushed with thoughts of Vivian, her beautiful ocean eyes and the feeling of her soft skin on hers as their hands brushed against each other. She thought of the way she wasn't afraid to stand up for herself, the way she refused to let anybody disrespect her or her child. She was such a strong, independent woman and Siobhan yearned to be like her. Once she was, her name was feared as she strolled the corridors with a smirk permanently featured on her face. Those were the days when she was in her prime, before Roger had got to her and stripped her of everything she once was.
Suddenly she heard a repetitive buzzing noise come from beside her, illuminating a small section of the room. Her gaze immediately darted to the phone, seeing Vivian's name pop up at the top of her screen. She reached her hand out to reach for the phone, desperately trying to grab it until she realised. He had done this on purpose. He had left her phone there, just out or reach to taunt her, to give her a false sense of hope. To give her the knowledge that her escape was only a few inches away from her but she could never reach it. All this was, was another one of his sick and twisted games that she had been forced to play.
The love of her life was so close yet so far away, reaching out to speak to her and she couldn't reply. She felt sick to her stomach as she watched the call ring through until the screen went black and the buzzing noise stopped.
It was then that she lost all hope.
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The raven haired woman paced around her kitchen anxiously, holding her phone to her ear and muttering under her breath.
please pick up bon bon
please pick up
She hasn't known why but she had a terrible feeling that something sinister was going on, she had no real proof that this was correct but she couldn't sleep. She needed confirmation that the blonde was okay, as soon as she heard her voice everything would be okay.
The phone continued to ring as she stared up at the ceiling, praying that she picked up. The moment she heard the automated voicemail she felt her heart drop. She knew she shouldn't panic the way she was but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
Slamming her phone down onto the counter she let out a scream of aggravation before running her hands through her hair and throwing herself down on the sofa. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep whilst she felt like this so she accepted her fate ande switched the tv on. She just prayed that Siobhan was okay, that she was being dramatic and everything would be fine.
Oh how wrong she was.
