Left Behind

In

the darkness Viktor's eyes shot open. Yuuri was lying next to him, his head nuzzled into Viktor's chest. Viktor nervously held his breath as he pulled away from Yuuri slowly. A small groan from the smaller man was enough to cause Viktor to stop his movements completely.

Yuuri inched his body closer to Viktor which only caused him to tense; this would be harder than he thought. After waiting 10 minutes he made another attempt and started to slowly scoot his body back, once again earning a response from Yuuri.

This endless loop continued until Viktors left leg dangled off the bed to support him from falling. Viktor maneuvered his other leg over the bed and used them both to slide himself carefully onto the carpet below.

With a silent landing he rolled away from the bed frame a bit. Once he was at a comfortable distance from the bed he flipped himself onto his knees, struggling to stand.

He was on his feet in no time and quietly made his way to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him so slowly that it almost seemed the door was made of delicate glass and would shatter with too much force. With the sharp, but small click of the door being shut, he turned around to lock it.

He let out a large breath, his body shaking along with his breath. He sat on the toilet trying to calm his nerves. Under the dim light of the small bulb plugged into an outlet next to the sink, Viktor got up and opened the drawer nearest to him, Viktors razor exactly where he left it when they had returned from Italy. With baited breath, he turned and lowered his tied up hands down, carefully feeling for the razor.

When the sharp tip grazed his fingertip he stopped, his breath hitching. He grasped the end of the razor and lifted it to the rope, beginning to slide the blade across. From the angle his hands were at this wasn't the best method to cut the rope, but it was the only one he had.

The rope snapped after what felt like hours, but was mere minutes, nicking Viktor's palm in the process. The ropes dropped to the tiles and Viktor held his bruised wrists trying to once again calm down. Viktor put the toilet seat down and sat gently, reaching for the phone he had hidden in the waistline of his pants; The time on the lit up screen read 1:12 am.

He unlocked his phone and went to contacts immediately calling Irina. She didn't pick up the first time so he called again. And again. And again; Her answering on the last ring.

"hmm what?" She mumbled, the slight shuffle of sheets following.

"I-Irina..." Viktor gasped out and there was a sudden choking noise on the other side of the phone.

"Viktor?! What the hell! Do you know what time it is?!"

"It's... Yuuri..."

"What?"

"Help... He needs help... We need help..."

"Wait you're going to need to elaborate more." More sounds of sheets were heard along with the click of a lamp.

"Yuuri... I-Isn't well..."

"Thats stupid Viktor. I just talked to him earlier and he seemed fine, except for the fact that you have not proposed to him! Speaking of which I seriously thin-"

"Would you shut up and listen?!" Viktor gasped and smacked a hand against his mouth. There was silence passing through each end of the phone until Irina broke it.

"Alright, I'm listening." Viktor sighed and sat up straighter.

"On the plane ride back from Italy Yuuri was acting strange. When we landed and got back to the resort he... He knocked me out..." Silence once again passed through the phone.

"Wh-what?..." Irina finally stuttered out.

"I've been held here ever since. Yuuri kept me tied to a chair and he's been acting scary; Switching back and forth between these weird episodes."

"What do you mean?"

"Well it's like... One minute he's cuddling me, then the next he's aggressive, and then he suddenly can't remember what happened. He even has these weird moments where he thinks I'm doing normal things, except he can see that I'm tied to a chair."

"Oh Viktor..."

"I was finally able to free myself and get my phone, but I'm not sure what to do now. I-I called you with no real plan I just... I need help... Yuuri needs help..."

"I-I understand." Irina's voice was laced with shock. "I'll get a plane ticket and head over there."

"Thank yo-"

"Viktor?" Viktors breath hitched, his eyes widening, and his face paling to that of a ghosts. "Viktor is that you? Do you need to use the restroom? Would you like help." Yuuri knocked twice on the door.

"Viktor? Viktor!?" Irina called through the phone.

"Pl..s. h..ry..." Viktor whispered.

"What?"

"HURRY." Viktor shrieked into the phone, the call cutting off as his phone died; He hadn't even noticed how low the battery had been when he grabbed it.

"Who are you talking to?!" Yuuri yelled, pounding on the door. "OPEN THIS DOOR VIKTOR."

Viktor placed his hands over his ears and slid up against the bathtub, tears endlessly streaming down his face. This wasn't his Yuuri, this was a stranger. The pounding continued and the door began to creak, causing Viktor's breath to become ragged and labored.

This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This isn't happening.

"Viktor? Please open the door." Yuuri's words sweetly swept through the wooden door to Viktor causing him to lift his head. The pounding had ceased and all that was left was heavy breathing. Viktor stood to his feet having to clutch the toilets lid for support.

"Viktor please... I want to see you..." Viktor gulped and stumbled to the door reaching for the handle before yanking his hand back. He grabbed the razor behind him with shaky hands and held it in front of him. He reached for the handle once again and this time only hesitated before opening the door.

There was a smile on Yuuri's face that quickly disappeared when he saw the razor being held towards him. "Viktor? whats wrong? P-put that down." Yuuri took a few steps back.

"I'm done Yuuri. I'm not your hostage anymore. I will not be a doll to you. Do I look like a toy?! Is that what you wanted me to be?! A toy?!" Viktor yelled, his whole body trembling.

"Y-you're not a toy Viktor... I've never s-seen you as a toy..." Tears dropped to the carpet from Yuuri's round cheeks.

"Then what am I?! whats wrong?!" Viktor inched closer and closer to Yuuri, tears now falling from his eyes as he yelled.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"