A Way to You

Chapter 6

** warnings: dubious sex and lightly mentioned torture

Seven months. I have been in this white room for too long now. I use to think a rescue would happen any day now but after two months I realized that I should probably stop waiting around and try and escape myself, except this holy hell of a prison is impossible to get out of. The walls (I have been told) are sound proof so all my yelling has done no good, all the furniture is secured to the floor, the metal door is too sturdy and the key pad has to have a card and the code. I’ve tried everything I could think of and nothing has worked. The stairs that the door sits at the top of make it so I can’t hide behind it for an attack to escape, She never stays long enough after using me for me to nab her card and he never really gives me the opportunity to swipe it considering he has yet to even try to take advantage of me. This room and set up was thought through so well that there is only one real way out and that’s with either permission or the Card and code.

These obstacles and my desperate need to escape are making me contemplate something I’m not sure I’m comfortable with doing. I have to sleep with Him. I know he wants to but has been trying to take on the role of someone I can trust to try do anything, which I have been grateful for. And I could try and use Her in the way that I need but being sweet to her now and trying to get her to stay afterwards would seem too out of character and I don’t want to stay here long enough to build up to it so it has to be Him. I need the key card (I’ve already memorized the code from all the visits) and if I sleep with him I could almost count on him to stay if I ask. And if I could, maybe he would fall asleep long enough for me to take the card and flee. I’m not sure what’s beyond that door and that’s a bit of a problem. We could be in the woods or in the middle of a suburb or even still She could be waiting with a handgun. Despite all the unknown facts I would still rather risk it.

So it’s set, I’m sleeping with him tonight. I have to. I need to leave before I’m stuck here for the rest of my life or until I’m no longer suitable.

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I’m sitting on my bed chewing my lip and going over the plan in my mind for about the hundredth time.  It’s a horrible plan that’s not going to work, and he’s going to see right through me but I have to at least try. The thought of familiar hugs and conversations with people I love: family and friends and most of all Dean are so painful that I know not trying would only make things worse. Because if it was found out that I just sat around taking the abuse, no one would see me the same. They would think I was insane or worse, happy here. I need to leave. In the midst of these thoughts that’s when I hear it...the distinct beep beep of the door and I stiffen. I’m not sure who it is and if it’s her I’m doomed but if it’s him I just need to relax or this will never work out.

“Hello Castiel,” I hear Him say as his body comes into view down the stairs. I let out a long breath and relax; this is going to work because it has to.

“Hello,” I respond with a smile.

“Do you know what tomorrow is?” He asks with a warm and caring smile, which is nothing like her's. They tell me important dates and the starting of a new month for reasons I can only assume is to assure me that no one is coming because I’ve been here for x amount of time.

“It’s Thanksgiving,” he answers his question and my heart feels heavy. I won’t be home for Thanksgiving. Or probably Christmas. I start to breath in heavy and realize I’m at the starting of a panic attack. He settles beside me on the bed rubs my back and that only makes it worse but if want to leave this place I have to stay calm I have to leave tonight.

“Don’t worry Cassy. You’ll be spending it with us, your family,” He’s been doing that a lot lately, referring to them as my family; telling me that they love me. It’s become a constant stream of information to try and get me to feel something for them, well probably just Her, other than hate. I steady my breathing and back myself away from the brink of an attack and smile at him.