Plan B [UNDER EDITING]

10 - lifeless

He dragged me, and by dragged I mean litterally pulled me by the arm with me nearly on the floor, back to his apartment once I had somehow managed to stitch up Luke's head.

"You never. Fucking. Learn. Do you?" He seethed through clenched teeth. There were deep breaths between each word, as if he was trying to calm himself down. But by the clenched fists and tight jaw I could tell it wasn't working.

"He's the nicest person here to me right now Calum! Ashton hates me for a reason I can't begin to comprehend as I've never actually spoken to him!I never see Michael let alone talk to him, so who's left. You?!" I let out a low chuckle, pausing to catch my breath.

"You fucking kidnapped me. KIDNAPPED. I don't know if that means the same thing to you as it does to me, but to me, it means your a FUCKING PSYCHOPATH! I don't know if I have to spell it out for you, but that's ILLEGAL. Who the hell do you think you are to take an innocent person?! Rip her from her life and make her 'yours'. I. Am. A. PERSON. A HUMAN BEING! I am not something you can own! I had a life! I had a college scholarship! I had some friends, and maybe they weren't the best I could have picked but they were there for me when no one else was! I didn't have much, but I was happy! That's more than I can say I am now! I get 'punished' for wanting anything from a bit of privacy to wanting to get home to my friends. So next time you cause a tantrum because I actually found something that made me happy here, just know, you look like a fucking baby" I screamed. I was out of breath by the end, and my hands were bleeding from my nails digging into the palms of my hands.

"How. DARE YOU. You don't speak to me like that! You ARE mine! I saved you from your old life! You think you had friends and yet who was it who made you leave the house the night I took you? You needed me! And you can't even be fucking obedient and stay home to be like A NORMAL WOMAN" he screamed back.

"I am not a fucking stay at home wife for you to keep! The only time I'll ever stay home, is to look after Loki while your at the clinic, having my shoe removed form your ASS!" I yelled. His eyes went a shade darker, if that was even possible. He stormed forward and grabbed my hair, pulling me into the bathroom. He turned on the taps to the bath, and then grabbed a roll of duct tape. Where the fuck is he getting all this duct tape from?

He tied my wrists together behind my back, making it tighter than it needed to be. Soon the bath was filled with water, and my forehead was laced with beads of sweat. He grabbed my hair, pulling me up to face him.

"You never learn do you? Nothing seems to work. Maybe I should give you something new to be scared of then" he sneered, before pushing my head into the freezing water. I screamed, allowing all the water to enter my mouth. I started choking on it, the water spreading into my lungs, and I could feel I was about to pass out, when he suddenly he pulled my head back up. I gulped down the cool air, before my head got shoved back in again. I kicked my legs and thrashed around my arms, but made sure not to open my mouth.

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It continued for 30 minutes. 30 minutes of the torture, feeling like I was going to faint, just to be pulled up, and having to go over it all again.

He pulled me up again from the water, and I took a deep breath, waiting to be pushed back down, but it never came. I saw him get up and grab a towel, throwing it at me. I left it, feeling sick and bloated from the amount of water in my stomach. I ran over to the toilet, emptying out all of the liquid I had previously swallowed. I felt him behind me, pulling my hair back.

Once I was finished he flushed the toilet and handed me a mint. I ignored him completely, hardly sensing my surroundings. Everything seemed numb, my whole body was freezing and my head was dazed. I sat there staring lifelessly into nothing. He sighed before grabbing the towel and starting to dry off my hair. I made no objection to stop him, not that I could have if I wanted to.

"Can you at least walk to the bedroom?" He asked. No. I couldn't feel my body. It was like a switch had gone in my brain causing my body to not respond. I didn't reply, I couldn't, to which he sighed again and picked me up, walking over to the bed and placing me down. He went to closet and took out some new clothes, as mine were soaking wet.

"Are you gonna change or do I have to do that aswell?" He asked. Again, I did nothing. I new I could move, I wasn't paralysed, but I just couldn't bring myself to do anything. I had no emotion, no feeling. I couldn't even feel scared at my lack of response. He walked over to me, and pulled of the shirt that was sticking to my body. He changed me into the dry clothes, giving my body the tiniest bit more warmth.

He got changed too and climbed into the bed behind me, pulling me into his chest. I could feel the movement, but once it was over I couldn't feel the unwanted warmth behind my back like I usually could. I had to keep my eyes open, sleep not even being an option at the moment.

After about ten minutes, I could hear his rhythmic breathing, signalling he was asleep. The silence was deafening, and I hated the feeling of nothingness.

I spent the entire night awake, laying as lifeless as the doll he wanted me to be.