The Loved Prisoner (A Yuma Lau fanfiction)

Chapter 4

I didn't really look at Yuma, I just sat there. Feeling my whole body in awful pain. That's all I could do for now.

"Why are you doing this to me? Why am I even here in the first place?"

I tried calmly asking her so that she wouldn't hurt me anymore then she already has.

"You'll find out in the end..."

What the fuck is that suppose to mean?! Is she going to kill me??? I pushed those horrid thoughts out of my head and just continued sitting there. I really needed to be untied, the rope burn was absolutely killing me. I can't stay like this much longer.

Yuma saw the discomfort I was feeling and rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Let me guess, you want me to untie you?"

"Yes, please..."

My voice was very shaky and it cracked as I spoke. She very slowly stood up from her seat and grasped onto my hair.

"If you try escaping at all, you're gonna be wishing for those soldiers to torture you again..."

I groaned at her hold, it hurt even more then last time. So I nodded.

"I-I understand."

She gave a slight nod and let go of my hair. Yuma pulled out a small pocket knife and cut my hands loose. Next she cut the rope that held my feet together. Making me fully able to move. When moved my hands from behind the chair I cried out groans and moans, in complete awful pain. I saw my hands were fire red and there was an undescribable pain on my hands. I moved my feet but immediately stopped since my ankle actually felt broken.

"Where can I sleep for tonight?"

My cracking and shaky voice asked her. I had tears forming in my eyes, not from the situation but actually from the pain.

"Well, on the ground. Where else?"

I can't sleep in the floor, it's complete concrete. I cannot sleep on that shit. That'll break my back and put me in even more pain.

"C-can't you get me a mattress to sleep on o-or something?"

"No. You sleep on the floor or you can sleep standing up."

Honestly I'd rather sleep standing up. I can't take much more of this pain. I have untended wounds and cuts and bruises. Those cuts are gonna get infected if they don't get taken care of.

I wanted food so bad but I was scared to ask Yuma for food. I knew she might drug it again and I would get tortured even more and my whole body would pretty much be broken. So I guess I'm going to have to starve to death.

(OKAY SO LUCKY FOR YA'LL I HAVE THESE CHAPTERS SAVED AS DRAFTS IN MY DOCUMENTS!! So sorry if the chapters are a bit short buuuut I'm trying to push them out as fast as possible and get caught up! Anyways I hope ya'll enjoyed this chapter and I will see you all later!!)