A Week With Him

Chapter 9 - Pain

I felt light breathing on my neck when I woke up again, it was morning now. I jumped when I found Jeff cuddling me again in his sleep, he was holding me tightly with his face buried into my neck. I looked to my right to find the tray of knives still there and my hands were still tied together above me making them ache badly. I started crying when I realised it wasn't a dream. It really is happening. I wriggled away from Jeff as I sniffed and sobbed, I wasn't sure I wanted him here anymore. I wriggled again when he didn't let me go, and this time he woke up when he got irritated from my cries. "Shh!"Jeff hissed, squeezing me tighter. "I suggest you go back to sleep unless you're wanting to start this early." I knew he was referring to hurting me with the tools, why is he waiting to do it? And what did I do to deserve it? I only rejected him when things went too far and scary, it's not fair. I didn't ask him those questions anyway and started crying harder instead. "No! Please, I don't want you to, I don't want you to do that!"I cried hysterically. Jeff exhaled deeply onto my neck, I shivered where that felt warm. "If you be good then maybe I'll go easy on you, now just go back to sleep and let us enjoy this before I get started,"Jeff said. He rubbed his head against me then kissed my neck, sending me mixed emotions. His mood right now was nothing but confusing. I knew it would be best to sleep again so he'd be happier with me, but of course I didn't calm down, I was horrified at the thought of him torturing me.

I continued crying and shaking until he growled with anger and shook me a little. "Will you stop it,"Jeff warned me. I wanted to after hearing his tone, but I couldn't. I kept crying. He sighed deeply, clearly fed up with me, then he sat up in bed. He stared at me for a long while before getting out of bed, my cries turned into screams when he neared the bedside table, where the tools were. He stayed hovering near it for a while as he stared at me with an emotionless face, but luckily, he turned around and headed towards the door.

He glanced at me with cruel eyes as he held the doorknob,"I'll wait until you've stopped wailing like a baby, don't expect me to go easy on you." I choked on my sobs then, I knew I should have just let him cuddle me, I don't think I could bear being tortured. Jeff slammed the door shut and left me to continue crying. What had happened to him? He's nothing like he was when he first arrived. I forced myself to stop crying though when I realised I could use this time to try free myself. I tried pulling my hands down to escape the tight knot of rope surrounding my wrists, but that only made sore burns on my skin. I shook my hands more desperately and started scratching at the rope with my nails, but I knew that wouldn't do anything, the rope was too thick to cut through. I wanted to turn around properly so I could see what I was doing, but I could only crane my neck, I'd only twist and snap my arms if I sat facing the right way. I whimpered and was near tears again when there didn't seem much else I could do. I knew Jeff had a crazy side to him of course, but I somehow never really suspected he'd try this on me. I'd rather he just be mean and play games with me again, he seemed more sane then. It was hard to believe I even tried looking for him a few days ago, he's not the same now at all.

My head started spinning from just remembering everything that has happened this week, it's whizzed by so fast and so much has happened since my parents had left. I quickly snapped my neck to the left, where I last left my phone on the makeup table, but it was gone. My eyes blurred with tears, even if my phone was there I wouldn't be able to reach it anyway with my hands restrained. I suddenly wanted to see mum and dad again badly, I'm missing them and I'm only now fearing Jeff.

I tried pulling my hands free from the rope one last time, but it was hopeless. I had a little weep again until I couldn't cry anymore, my eyes were sore and I grew tired. I didn't get a chance to sleep again though, as soon as my eyes started drooping heavily the door creaked open. I was immediately wide awake again and I hunched my knees up to my chest when Jeff got nearer. He didn't look mad like earlier though, and he didn't pull a crazy face at me, he looked normal. I noticed he was holding a bottle of water in hand, and he didn't glance at the tray of tools once, he was focused on me as he crawled back onto the bed. I felt myself start shaking and I was ready to beg him not to hurt me, but he saw it coming. "Don't worry,"Jeff said calmly. "I'm not going to do it for hours yet." I was still afraid of him for wanting to torture me of course, but I tried calming my nerves from his words. Perhaps I could persuade him to not hurt me before my hours are up, but why is he giving me time anyway?