My legs feel like jello as I walk without fully realizing I'm doing it. He woke up. I can't believe he caught me on my only chance to escape. He's never going to trust me again. Reaching up to brush the hair out of my face I feel tears I didn't realize I was crying and I begin to fully take in what's going on. Then I fall. My legs no longer controlled by a unknown force drop from under me and I sob uncontrollably onto the stairs.
"Oh Allison don't cry. You did this to yourself remember." Chase says in a calm tone. Hearing him so calm sends chills of fear down my body. He shouldn't be calm. Getting up I push past him and walk the rest of the way down the stairs before plopping myself in a pile on the floor. Chase rounds the corner and walks over to me lifting my by my stomach and throwing me over his shoulder.
"You didn't think you'd get off that easy did you. Think again princess." He laughs spitting the word at me. He walks me to the room breanna was in and pushes her limb body out of the way before setting me in her place. The stench rising from her body and almost fully dried blood reaches my nose and I vomit what's left in my stomach onto the cold concrete floor.
"You whore!" Chase yells lifting his hand and slapping me hard across the face. Instantly regret fills his eyes only to be masked with anger yet again. "Stay in that chair or when I come back you're dead" maybe being dead would be better than this.
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Chases pov :
I can't believe I slapped her.
She tried to leave and then puked on your floor what were you supposted to do Chase
Shutting off my thoughts I grab a thick rope from the many piles on the floor and go back into the room. When I return I notice she hasn't moved and her eyes are closed. Is she dead? No obviously not she's crying isn't she. Walking over to her I tie the rope onto her wrists and around her torso keeping her in the chair. She doesn't move or open her eyes once well I do and I start to get worried about her.
"Allison" she doesn't respond "Allison please I know you're upset but I'm doing this for you. For us." Still nothing
"Princess please"
"Don't call me that" she growls at me. Her eyes darken like I've never seen and her entire body goes rigid. "I will never be your princess again. Now leave and take that body with you." She spits at me sending chills through my entire body. Lifting breannas body I walk out of the room looking back once to see if she would change her mind. She loves me. Doesn't she?
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After my talk with Allison I brought breannas limp body to the woods and placed her with the rest of them. She's going to fit right in with them. She was almost perfect. I hope she likes it here. I think Allison will too. No. Allison will never be here. She's mine, and shes perfect. Maybe she wants to see me now. With hope clear on my face I ready myself and start the journey back to her. Her perfect face and body strapped to a chair in my basement.
"Prin-allison" I correct myself walking down the stairs. "Allison I'm sorry I was mean to you." No response.
"Baby please don't ignore me." I say my voice cracking. It's not cold but all of a sudden my entire body is covered in goose bumps. Something's wrong. Rushing down the rest of the stair and to the room a smell hits my nose. It's metallic and familiar and I hope I'm wrong. When I see her face I know I'm not. Her eyes are closed and a deep red almost maroon liquid flows down the side of her head right above her ear. Blood gushing from what I'm guessing is a self inflicted wound. She must have bashed her head into the chair until she passed out. She's dead. You might as well give up.
"No!" Tears spring to my eyes as I rush to take the ropes off her perfect wrists. The skin under them is torn but I move on and continue to gently remove them. She obviously has a concussion and I can't even take her to the hospital. Once I get all the ropes off I lift her frail seemingly lifeless body and take her to the main room of the base ment. Laying her down on the makeshift bed I run upstairs and grab everything I'll need from the bathroom.
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After ten minutes of cleaning her wound and sewing it together I finally am finished. Her hair is knotted and covered in blood so I start the bath in the basement bathroom. Well I do I hear a small cough and all my worry fades into relief.
"No." She says quietly her voice hoarse. "No. I tried so hard. Why me? Why me lord?" Her quiet cries continue and I pretend I couldn't hear her as I walk back out.
"You're awake. Oh I'm so happy. Would you like a bath?" She nods her head and I help her walk into the small washroom.
"I'll get you some new clothes." I say and rush upstairs to get her bag from the hospital.
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Allison's pov :
I knew I wouldn't be able to do it. I tried so hard. My head pounds in agreement and I pull my bloody shirt off of my body. I remove the rest of my clothes and step into the grimy tub that looks like it hasn't been cleaned in years. The water burns my skin but I gladly welcome the sting.
"Allison I grabbed your pajama shorts and a t-shirt Chase says before turning the corner. As soon as he sees me his eyes go wide and he looks away placing the clothes down. "I'm sorry about what I called you earlier. I didn't mean it."
"Okay." I whisper the anger slightly returning.
"Thered soap would you like some?"
"Yes."
"Okay." He says repeating what I said earlier and hands me a bottle of body wash without looking at me.
"I don't care if you look at me. You've seen me like this before." I say and he turns slightly his eyes getting darker as he does.
"No thanks. You just enjoy your bath I'll wait in the hall." I don't understand him. First he locks me in his basement calls me a whore and slaps me and now he's telling me to enjoy my bath? Is he mental?
My hair takes almost ten minutes to untangle and by the time I do the waters cold.
"Chase?"
"Yeah."
"Can I run another bath? The water got cold."
"I'll do it." He says before walking into the bathroom. "Can u get out. I don't want to burn you."
"Okay." I say listening to him. As I get out I notice his eyes follow me but his head doesn't turn. All of a sudden he's right in my face.
"Allison why do you do this to me?" He says eyeing me. "None of them did. I don't understand." As he talks he rubs his fingers down my arm and just as soon as he appeared he's out of the bathroom leaving me to run my own bath.
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