Psychotic Love

F O U R

Chapter Four
AJR - Turning Out

I was having an odd feeling of history repeating itself. Like I had been this correct circumstance sometime recently. Same position and feeling, yet I knew it wasn't the exact situation. I didn't know how to describe the feeling, or well the thought. It felt different in ways that I couldn't think of- Or remember of.

I couldn't move my body. It felt like a substantial grapple was put on my muscles making all appendages feel like hundred pounds. Each. I couldn't much ripple my eyes open to see where I was.

Against my ankles and wrist. I could feel a roughly textured rope, squeezing my skin and pulling the little hairs. One by one. I could just imagine my skin being red and irritated.

I should have felt horrible, feeling nearly dead truly.

But my head wasn't pounding like I expected it to. My tongue didn't feel as dry as before. I could actually swallow with neither pain or discomfort. But besides from the stiff aching muscles and the incapable to move, I felt great.

Astounding actually.

I was no longer thirsty. No longer listening to heavy drumbeats leaving my stomach from starvation and no smashing migraine striking against my skull.

I would have felt terrific if I wasn't tied up or if I knew where I was- Where Mr Vasiliev brought me.

I couldn't be accurate about where I was, but I knew. I had imagined that I was back at that Manor. Mr Vasilvie Manor, that is filled with absolute dangerous guns and armed men with their strange, yet charming accents

"You know the boss is going to get irritated with you doing that" this was a new voice. He had a Russian accent, comparable to Mr Vasiliev. He seemed dull- Bored actually. Bored from what though?bored because of me, or the situation?

another man snickered deeply "Oh, the pussycat will only get mad if he finds out" the new man had an accent also, an English accent. Almost similar to Thomas yet, This new man voice was younger and seemed spirited almost "and he won't find out. I can promise you that"

I heard a tick of a tongue, a hinting of disappointment to the English man "You are going to have a bullet through your head one day, and I won't be surprised one bit. Have my word on that"

Someone chuckled, my bets were on the English man "Just let me finish what I am doing. Faster I do it, the greater she and I will feel " I felt something touch my lips. Something plastic, then something cold swam down my throat. The English man was holding a water bottle to my lips.

He was the reason why my throat was no longer dry and painful.

"...She and I will feel"

I began to chug down the water. Quick. I could feel the water dripping down my chin, all the way to my shirt-Or well the random man shirt I was wearing. I drank all the water to the point where I was just tasting the air, no longer the cold reviving water.

"Bloody, I feel awful. From what Thomas said, she was dehydrated when she first got here and with all the combat she did with Ioann and Antonly. It's no surprise that she slept in longer than she was reckoned to"

It made sense that I was dehydrated. Even though I couldn't identify very much of anything. I was thirsty as hell when I woke up hours ago. And that would explain why I no longer had a headache. The English man was giving me water while the time I was out, all because of the greatness of his heart.

I was grateful for his behaviour.

"This type of business has no emotions associated, Alejandro. You know that" the other man suddenly sounded strict and outspoken. Almost like a father yet, he didn't sound old enough for the right of age to be a father. Truthfully, He sounded fairly young. "And, now throw away that pitcher and get away from the girl. The rest of the guys are coming down in a few moments and she could awaken at any moment" Jokes on them. I was already awake.