All in Time

4 - Of Love and Horrors

**Lucas's POV**

It's been what feels like a week and still, I haven't gotten any food and only 3 times have I been given enough water. My whole body throbbed from all the beatings and I could hardly move from the bed. My wrist had since been bandaged and kept clean, but that's all.

"Lucas," a strong voice says through the door. He continues to speak as he lets it come open, knowing I'm far too weak to try to escape. "I need to get you cleaned up. Come on its time for a shower." He ties my wrists again, making me wince as the rope presses tightly against my fractured arm.

He blindfolds me for the first time in a week and pulls me by my bruised arm down the hall. He takes me up a flight of stairs and I fell several times, prompting him to pull me up and slap me before shoving me on.

Eventually he undoes my binding and shuts me into a room. I hear the door click shut and something get propped against the door. I reach up and untie my blindfold, my fingers fumbling with the knots.

When it is finally off I see that I'm in a nice, clean bathroom. All white tile, white walls, white sink, the faucet was a spotless steel. "You've got fifteen minutes," a voice thunders through the door. I hurry to start the water of the shower. I turn it to all cold water and I take off my ragged clothes.

I drop them in a pile near the door and step under the cold water. While I stand there, letting the water wash over me, I unwrap my wrist and the other, even worse, wounds that I had, dropping the bandages onto the floor next to the shower. I pick up the still-packaged bar of soap and work to start cleaning the disgusting amount of blood and dirt from my skin.

Before I know it I hear a voice thundering again. "5 minutes, there are clothes sitting inside the door and fresh bandages. After 5 minutes you are cut off, grab and use whatever you plan on keeping. I also left 2 bottles next to the door. You can only keep what you can carry. Good luck."

I move as fast as my ragged body can take me to get out of the shower and into several layers of clothes, one thing being a jacket with lots of pockets. I pick the bottles off of the floor and set one in the sink under the running water and do the same with the other, but instead of the sink, in the tub.

I shove all the bandages in the pile into my pockets, leaving two larger ones for the bottles of water. I quickly cap them both and am in the middle of putting them in my pockets when the door swings open.

"Time's up, brother, now let's get you back to your room," he says, a smile across his face. "But before we go." Without another word he brings his knee up to meet my stomach, sending me crumpling to my knees. "Get up before you lose something.

I shuffle to my feet as quickly as I can before I am bound by the same bloody rope and my eyes shielded with the blindfold. I am walked down the stairs and halfway down Jacob shoves me and I go tumbling the rest of the way down. I couldn't hardly move with how battered and bruised I was, so Jacob helps me by kicking me the rest of the way to the room like a ragdoll.

Once he opens my door, he helps me into my bed and looks at me innocently. "I hope you start feeling better. It'll be more fun to get you killed that way." He flashes a smile like what he had just said wasn't completely demented and leaves the room after removing my bindings.

"You son of a bitch," I scream, trying my hardest not to cry out in pain as it sharply shoots up my arm.

"I try!" That's what I could hear from somewhere outside my door.

I reach up to undo my blindfold and pull a pair of socks out of one of my many pockets placing them inside my mouth. Once it is secured I pull out a roll of bandages. My wounds were clean, so I had to wrap them now, before they got bad.

I placed the end of a wrap against my skin and I screamed, but it was muffled well by the socks in my mouth. I wrap the wounds and the agonizing pain drags on as I wrap them carefully. Letting every single one that needed it get a wrap. I let out a blood curdling scream as the socks fall from my mouth. I quickly place them back and fall onto my side.

Tears pour from my eyes and I continue to muffle my own screams that still somehow echo in this tiny room.

***Holly's POV***

I hear an awful scream coming from somewhere else in the house, not unlike the ones I had heard over the past week. I fiddled with the band on my third finger as I look down at my feet. I'm married to my kidnapper.

I hear a light knock at the door just before it swings open, revealing my captor, a broad smile on his face. "Good morning my love," he coos. "Let's go out here and get you cleaned up." I nod lightly and he comes over with a rope and binds my hands together tightly.

"Please don't tie me up again," I whisper. "I just want to hold your hand for once." He looks at me fondly and I give him my best face, or at least the one he seems most apt to like.

"I can't, I'll do that with you later, but now it's time for a nice warm shower." He puts a blindfold on me and helps me out of the room and up a set of stairs. I stumble but he helps me up and keeps me moving. Soon enough I feel the rope around my wrists being pulled off and I'm in a bathroom, the door shut behind me.

I'm not alone though. Jacob is in here too. He slides the lock on the door shut and walks closer to me, slowly moving his arms up my sides. It sends shivers down my spine and I twist around to face him.

"Shouldn't I be getting a shower," I ask, innocently enough. Isn't this illegal? I'm married and I'm having to get undressed in front of a man much older than me at only 16. This isn't right.

"Well, you can't get a shower with your clothes on..." As he speaks he trails in and out of his thoughts. "I can help you out."

His disgusting hands travel to the bottom of my dress. I was still dressed like a slutty pirate, still in my heeled boots and everything. His fingers trailed at the hem and eventually started to slide it up and off of me.

I tried to shut my eyes. Tried to act like this wasn't happening. But it was. It happened. And it was too much.