Captured in Love ||prinxiety & logicality|| {DISCONTINUED}

Chapter 16

Virgil POV

               My breath picked up as I rocked the chair yet again. If I could cause the chair to fall over it would surely break. But I couldn't make the chair fall. I stomped my foot in frustration. Wait. I stomped my foot again. I wasn't supposed to be able to do that. I looked down at my feet. The rope was loose from me losing weight. I grinned and pulled at my hands. Sure enough, they pulled right out of the binds.

               "Yes!" I yelled. I clapped my hand over my mouth and looked around fearfully. Did he hear me? After sitting there for a few moments I went back to untying myself, satisfied he hadn't heard.

              Once I was completely untied I stood up, unready for the wave of dizziness that overtook me. I stumbled, falling to my knees. My breath ragged from the amount of energy that simple movement had taken. I tried again, and fell. I cursed under my breath and looked around. I saw the door at the other side of the room and braced for action.

               Instead of trying to pick myself up again, I got on my hands and knees and crawled toward my last chance at freedom. Tears pricked at my eyes as I dragged my self along, hands slipping from underneath of me constantly. I was almost there. So close. My hand slipped from under me yet again and my chin hit the floor hard. I tried to get back up to no prevail, as the blood from my chin traced its way down my neck. Tears fell from my tired eyes as I collapsed to the floor, giving up on my escape. I curled up into a ball and sobbed quietly, scared of my fate. I just wanted to leave. I wanted to see Roman. I wanted to wake up from this and realize it was just a bad dream. I wanted so badly to be with my family. I couldn't stand this.

               The door opened but I didn't bother to look up. I didn't care anymore. I felt his disgusting hands on me, picking me up. I didn't fight. I didn't struggle. I couldn't. Maybe if I just submitted he would let me go. Maybe if I didn't fight he would realize that he didn't actually love me. Maybe. I was set down on a softer surface, that definitely wasn't the chair. I didn't ask any questions though. My head was pounding mercilessly from my crying, preventing me from talking. The last thing I saw was Deceit's stupid face before my vision faded away, replacing my world with darkness.