Myself- A Broken Creation

Chapter 27: Xander's P.O.V.

My head hung forward, my neck and shoulders feeling unbearable stress. I knew it had only been hours since I had awoken, but Ryan had been in and out of here, screwing with us. Sometimes, I just wanted to kill him, but I couldn't take any type of violence. I would probably get frightened in the middle of it and then he would kill me.

As of right now, Christian looked pretty close to bleeding to death and was making little gasping noises. Ryan had paid more attention to him than me, for some odd reason. I wasn't quite sure why. He had cut and burnt him some more. I had learned that Christian came from a wealthy family that were probably worried about him and he had no idea where his girlfriend was.

I had assured him that she was probably all right, if a little bit freaked out by his disappearance. Ryan never took girls with him. Ever. He had probably knocked her out like he did to Alex. Besides, he should worry about himself. We were in much more eminent trouble than our significant others were.

I now had a broken leg, my ribs were still throbbing, my knee was still dislocated- on the same leg that was broken, the chains were digging into my wrists so much that they were bleeding, and I was pretty sure that I had somehow strained one of my wrists. My shoulders and neck also hurt with a passion. Even if I managed to get out of these chains, I couldn't run anywhere. Hell, I would barely be able to walk.

I groaned at the terrible pain shooting up and down my leg. At least he didn't ruin both of my legs, I thought in bitter amusement. I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore the flames still running up my skin from his earlier touches. They wouldn't go away. In fact, they just seemed to get worse as time went on.

My head jerked up when one of the doors slid open a few inches and a woman came in. I recognized her as Alex's mother. What on earth was she doing here? Was she going to hurt me, as well? I watched her with helplessness and wariness. It wasn't like I could stop her if she wanted me to hurt me. Christian also looked at the older woman with interest.

She had an expression on her face. It made her look like she was tired of all life. It intrigued me. I had never seen that expression on anyone else's face but my own before now. She walked over to me now and sighed at my suspicious features.

"I'm helping you. I never wanted you to be hurt like this. My husband can be a fucking idiot sometimes."

I raised an eyebrow and she gasped when she saw my broken leg. She tried to touch the injured limb, but I flinched at her motion and jerked it back. Of course, that only caused me more pain, but she just reached up to undo the chains. I groaned as they were pulled free from my skin. They seemed to want to stick to my flesh and I was pretty sure some of it came off onto the chains.

I sighed in relief when my arms flung down. My neck still hurt, but it was much easier to deal with now. Much easier. The pressure lifted from my shoulders as she knelt down between my legs and undid those chains. I muffled a scream of pain when I slid down the wall and my foot hit the floor. A ripple of pain shot up through my broken leg and dislocated knee that still hurt like hell.

"Go. I got him."

I didn't want her to get in trouble after helping us. She scurried off towards the backdoor and I watched as she escaped. I slowly dragged my broken leg behind my other one. It hurt so much more if I limped. Pain escalated as I did some sort of awkward movement that was not quite walking, but close to it.

I gasped for breath when I finally made it over to Christian, who was looking down at me with admiration for withstanding all this pain. I quickly undid the chains holding his body up because I knew it wasn't long before someone would come to check on us.

"How can you do that?" He questioned.

"Lots of practice," I dryly answered him.

When he reached the floor, it was much less painful because Ryan liked to cut and burn him more than break his bones. I had noticed that before. I motioned for him to follow the path that Alex's mother had and he did, with eagerness. That poor boy. He was only a teenager and I had the feeling that this was the first taste of pain that he had had. It would probably be the last, too.