Reclusion (A Ticci Toby Fanfic)

Giving Up

Toby still holds onto my arm as we and several others joining, walk down a bright hallway on the fifth floor. Compared to what I've seen in the hospital, everything up here looks so advanced. There are key pads on doors; people who I believe are patients screaming out of them and cameras that follow our movement. Why isn't the rest of the hospital like this?

Toby tugs on my arm and I break out of thought. I tug back after having that horrid scene play back in my head. As if I would hold back my emotions because of what he can do. If he wants to kill me so bad, then he should do it now before I find a way to kill him. I will not let Angeal's death go so easily; I will seek vengeance.

We all stop at a white and blue door that looks like it will slide open. A padlock is on the side of it with only numbers on the keyboard. Toby puts in the numbers quickly and the door opens. He pushes me inside the dark room and turns his head back to the others. "Boris, I need you. The rest of you stay out here and whoever comes inside will fucking die." How calm his tone is scares me. Even though I will not show weakness to him, I can't pretend or shake this fear off of me.

"But Toby, what if something goes out of hand?" the look-alike asks.

"I don't ever recall saying I need anyone's two cents!" He barks at her. "Shut the fuck up and go figure out who's messing with security or something."

He comes inside the room with one of his minions following him. As soon as the two are in, the door automatically shuts and the lights flicker on. I look around only finding that this is a normal patient's room: a bed, toilet, and a small table with a tray on it, and chair that stands in the corner by the door. I can't tell whether to be scared or to be completely confused.

"Tie her up on the bed," Toby says to his minion. "Don't make it too tight either, I still want her to squirm a little bit."

The overly large man points his gun at me and says roughly, "get on the bed."

I fold my arms under my chest and glare at him, "no."

"Woman -"

"Don't argue with the man slut; just do as you're told." Toby bites at me.

"I don't have to -"

"Boris." Toby says angrily.

I feel myself falling to the ground after Boris fires a shot in my shoulder. I clench my teeth to hold in the pain and place my hand on the wound. I stare up at Toby and glare.

"I don't want to hear anything out of your mouth! You're starting to bore me and the last thing I need from you is feedback. I told you, I'm going to punish you! Tie her up and if she becomes a problem, just shoot her in the head." Toby sits in the chair and puts his elbow on the table. He rests the side on his face in his open palm while watching me with that cold look of his.

He really isn't joking.

Boris comes over to me and grabs me roughly by the hair. He lifts me up and throws me on the bed. Boris grabs black rope out of his back pocket and uses it to tie up my wrists and ankles on the bed frame. I am too weak to try to move, as not only pain hits my shoulder, but the pain in my stomach. It's this moment where I want to give up the tough girl look and start crying. Not because of the pain, but because of Angeal. The last memory of him is like a photo glued in my eyes. I know he would hate to see how weak I am about to become; he would want me to not surrender to Toby and keep going.

But I shouldn't do that for him, I need to do this for me to keep my own sanity.

"I never thought that you would be the type to sell yourself out of a sticky situation. Then again, it wasn't a dumb move." He stands up, places his arms over his head and closes his eyes. "I was wondering why I am chasing after a girl who already is claimed by someone else? It's not because she's different, or because she's pretty, but because there's something about her that I want to myself. But after seeing her accepting the touch of a man I thought she was only using, I ask myself, is it worth it? I mean, I could be doing other stuff like finding a way to escape or maybe burning this place down for how poorly it treated me." He opens his eyes and glares at me.