Chained - Cannibalistic love

Chapter 15

I awake to pain. Pain in my foot and pain in my arm. I'm aching all over. Carefully I look at my arm. At least the cuts stopped bleeding and seeing as they were shallow cuts they should scab quickly and heal. I wince slightly as I push myself up and try to get out of bed. But my body is held back by something. Looking down I notice an arm tightly wrapped around my waist. I take a moment to wake myself up a little more and glare at the hand before attempting to remove it. However, his grip on me is relentless as it takes all my strength to peel a single finger off my skin. I continue pulling on his hand and fingers, trying to free myself. I need to get to the bathroom! Hasn't he ever heard of personal space? I groan out in annoyance as I can't seem to move his arm.

A chuckle from beside me causes me to immediately freeze in place. Oh no. The beast has awoken. I remain frozen as I feel his hand tightening a little and pulling me closer. I finally snap out of it and continue working on getting his hand off me.

"Already trying to escape me? You wound me," His voice was husky with sleep as he tightened his grip if that was even possible.

"Let me go! I need to go to the bathroom," I plead while continuing to pry his fingers off me, which remain gripping onto me strongly.

"Little Spitfire, if you ask nicely and stop fighting me, I'll let you get up." I still for a moment, debating what to do. I really have to go. After a moment's hesitation, I release his fingers from my hold.

"Please let go of me, Ryan." As soon as I finish, his hand is removed from my waist. I sigh in relief and quickly get up from the bed and dash over to the bathroom, ignoring the pain in my foot as I do so. I sigh in relief as I relieve myself and turn on the shower. And soon I realise, he must have been awake for a while considering the cuff was no longer wrapped around my ankle. Ignoring the thought, I carefully remove the bandage around my foot before carefully limping into the shower.

I gently clean each of the cuts, my foot aches as I stand on it, but there is no alternative way for me to shower – not unless I sit on the floor, but the shower is a little too small for that. Once satisfied with how my cuts are looking and knowing they have been cleaned I wash my hair with men's shampoo – seeing as there is a lack of anything better. I take my time, not willing to face the reality of my situation for another day. If only I escaped, then I wouldn't be here right now and no one else would be dying tonight. Or tomorrow. Or any day after this. All the cannibals are here right now. What better time to get them all arrested than now?

A knocking sound on the door snaps me out of my thoughts. With a sigh I sadly turn off the shower and get out, wrapping a towel around my body as I do so. Just in case he decides to come in. And then I remember, I didn't bring in any clean clothes with me. Turning to the drawers I frantically open each one only to find them all empty. I let out an annoyed grumble as I determine, I will have to get back into my dirty clothes, which I had already placed in what looked to be a washing basket. The only other option is that I walk around the house in nothing but a towel. Neither option sounds nice but putting on the dirty clothes was definitely winning. The knocking resumes startling me out of my thoughts. Startled I turn back to face the door, clutching my towel tightly around me as I wait. I stare at the door; I know I locked the door so unless he has a key, he won't come in. Right?

"Val? I just want to let you know I left you some clean clothes outside the door. I'm going downstairs to make breakfast now. Meet me down there in ten." I remained silent. Not acknowledging that I heard him or anything. I just remained standing silently holding my towel tightly to my body. I heard him let out a heavy sigh and listened to his retreating steps before it was once again silent. When I was sure he had left I slowly unlocked the bathroom door and poked my head between the gap, ready to shut the door again if I need be. Glancing around I noticed he wasn't in the room, and the door was closed. I stayed silent, listening wondering if he was hiding. I only moved once I heard the sounds of plates from the kitchen. Opening the door a little wider, I quickly spotted what he was talking about. A small neatly folded pile of clothes by the door. With a deep sigh, I reached down, picked up the pile and walked back into the bathroom, closing the door behind me, no way am I giving him the chance to come up and see me like this. But as I got dressed the sounds continued coming from downstairs. It doesn't seem like he was planning on coming up.