Angie was considerably more subdued as Caleb led her back to the barn.

The walk was silent. The young man kept the pace easy as he led her through the woods. The afternoon sun was starting to peak overhead, basking them in a stifling heat.

He glanced down at her legs. It probably hadn't been the best idea to drag her through the woods barefoot. What little skin wasn't covered in dirt was slathered in blood. Blood from the cuts on her feet and legs. Blood from her friend's corpse…Caleb knew some of it was even from his own face. His gaze slipped up to the knot of rope in his hand. The tanned bound skin underneath was bruised a harsh greenish blue.

A twinge of regret ached in his chest and the young man looked away. He hadn't really wanted to hurt her. Anger had gotten the better of him. Yes, he did want to punish her, but he had wanted it to be psychological. Wanted to scare her into respecting him. Wanted to gain her trust and make her think she was safe. Part of him even wanted her to want to stay with him. Wanted her like him.

Annoyed with his own weakness, Caleb scowled. "Don't run off again," He muttered.

"I won't." Angie's voice was hollow. She didn't even look up at him when she spoke.

"Don't lie to me either." The boy smirked. Her features remained blank. He dropped his smile. "We both know you're gonna try."

They continued on. Angela was surprised by how numb she felt. Physically, certain things stood out. Her feet were prickled and inflamed with every step. The gnawing of the line of her stomach reminded her that she hadn't eaten in two days. But mostly it was the cold heaviness in her limbs that was making it difficult to feel anything beyond apathy.

Caleb led her back into the barn. The horse let out a whiny, but mostly the animals ignored them. Angie stared blankly into his bloody face as he took her by the shoulders.

"You're gonna stay here 'til you've learned your lesson." He lifted her back onto the spike. Ignoring her squeak of pain, he turned to leave.

He paused. Pointing at her, he warned, "I better not have rug burn on my junk, or I'm gonna fuckin' kill you."

"You're lucky I didn't snap it off."

A swell of unexpected pride rose in Caleb's chest when she smirked at him. She looked half-crazed. His hand tangled in her short locks and he crashed his lips to hers. Angie let out a cry of disgust at the copper taste of blood and struggled under him. Thankfully it didn't last long. Although the lazy trail of his tongue licking off his blood from her lips made her quiver…maybe not completely with objection.

The farmboy chuckled at her perplexed features. With a grin, he told her to stay put and he'd be back for her when his dick stopped hurting.

Caleb hadn't counted on falling asleep on the couch. He rubbed the back of his neck as his eyes adjusted to the dim light. Out the window he could see the orange sky, and briefly he wondered how long he'd slept. Then he remembered the blonde. A groan passed through his lips. Great. Just fucking great. He had wanted to leave her hanging maybe an hour- not keep her out in the humid barn in the hot midday sun. If she was dehydrated before she'd be half dead by now.

A few of the animals keened for his attentions when Caleb opened the barn doors. The rancid smell of manure hit him, but he was used to it. Absently he patted one of the sheep on the head as he approached the girl. Her brown eyes were dull as Caleb peered curiously into her face. Her skin seemed taut, pulled tight across her cheekbones. With careful hands he pulled her from the spike.

Just as she had before, Angela's legs gave out when her feet hit the dirt floor. This time Caleb caught her. He practically had to drag her out of the barn, but thankfully she was too tired and weak to put up much of a fight. The unpleasant slickness of sweat lingered on her skin, as did the smell.

"Come on. Let's get you inside."

After she stumbled the first few steps, Caleb got frustrated and picked her up. She wasn't much heavier than Nell, he supposed, nor did she put up much of a fight. Once inside, he sat her down on the kitchen table.

"Stay." He ordered. He had stopped whispering. The healing gash on his face stretched to the limit and protested with sharp bouts of pain at his normal tone. Caleb hardly noticed.

Angie sniffed. Twisting the rope that circled her wrists, the girl winced. The skin underneath was blistered and bruised. Her sunken eyes followed Caleb as he stepped away from her. He pulled a box cutter out of his back pocket. The blonde flinched at the sight of it.

"Oh calm down," Caleb took hold of the knot of rope and began to saw away at the thick strands.

Angie sucked in a breath as the coarse cord ground into her wrists. The boy ignored her. Soon the knot had fallen to the floor. Caleb stepped away from her. She flexed her fingers as the blood rushed back into them. A wince crossed her face and she looked up at him curiously.

The ginger tucked the exacto-knife into his back pocket and nodded toward the doorway. "Come on."

Angie followed him as he made his way up the stairs. Each step felt like it was on broken glass, but she stayed silent. Just winced. He led her to the bathroom. She watched him as he went about filling the tub with warm water. Caleb grabbed a fresh bar of soap and a disposable razor.

He handed them to her with a stern frown. When she eyed the razor with interest, he grabbed her chin. Forcing her to look at him, he dug his nails into her slick skin. Caleb warned her, "Don't even think about it."

Angie glared at him. "I wasn't."

"Good." He let her go. "Get washed up."

The girl looked at him expectantly.

"What?"

"Aren't you going to leave?"

Caleb scoffed out a cold laugh. "Yeah right. Get undressed."

She stared at him. Was he kidding? The look on his freckled face suggested he wasn't. Angie held the bar of soap to her chest protectively. He rolled his eyes and turned around. Realizing that this was probably as close as she was going to get to privacy, she set the razor and soap down on the edge of the tub. Her brown eyes never left his back as she slowly peeled her dirty t-shirt off. It was soiled with blood and sweat. She let it fall to the floor before reaching down to her underwear.

Hesitant, Angie asked, "Are you seriously not gonna leave?"

"Nope." He turned back around.
The girl didn't bother to try and cover her breasts. Instead she just glared at him. Caleb smirked. He eyed her tits appreciatively and stepped closer. Angie didn't move, trying her best not to show fear as he hooked a finger around the waist band of her panties. She grabbed his wrist.

"Don't."

He curled his lip back in a sneer. Her eyes went to the cut on his lip as he spoke. "Just tryin' to help."

"I don't need your help."

"Oh, I think you do."

The tub was almost overflowing now. Caleb ignored this. He yanked her underwear down to her knees and spun her, hard, against the sink. Angie threw her elbow out in an effort to drive him away, but it was a weak gesture. He grabbed her wrist and slammed it against the mirror, shattering it. Angie froze, amazed her hand hadn't been sliced open from the glass. He chuckled against her neck. The warmth of his breath on her skin made Angie's stomach churn. The girl grit her teeth and bucked her ass against his groin as he ground her cunt painfully into the corner of the sink. A shudder ran down her spine. The porcelain was ice cold.

"Get the fuck off me!" She growled.

"Why'd I do somethin' like that?" Caleb nipped at her neck as he peered at her through the cracked mirror. Her skin was salty with sweat; not an unpleasant taste that danced on his tongue as he lapped at her shoulders. He held her wrist in one hand and the edge of the sink in the other. Her hips continued to try and push him away, but all she managed to do was get him hard. His hand slipped down to cup her mound, pulling her flush against him.

Angie snapped at him. "Don't touch me!"

"Little late for that," Caleb taunted, rubbing her pussy lips gently as he nuzzled his cheek against her neck.

The girl bit her lip. "Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Do that." She muttered, ignoring the warmth flooding through her at his soft touch. His fingers were rough, calloused and felt… Not totally unpleasant. Almost…good. And that was just one thing Angie couldn't stand for. A wave of self loathing rocked her and she turned her face away, unable to look at herself in the broken mirror.

Caleb knew it. He kept rubbing her slit, harder now. Her hips jerked in an attempt to get away, but she only managed to bump into the sink. It was then she noticed something else.

"Caleb-"

His lips didn't leave her neck. He kept biting and licking as he asked, "Uh-huh?"

"Tub's overflowing." Angie squeaked helplessly. She squeezed her legs tight together in an attempt to spur his touch.

It only pushed his closer. "Don't care."

"Please- just stop. I...please, Caleb."

Caleb's fingers paused. He smirked to himself, and nodded. "Okay."

Stunned, the girl turned her face towards his. "Really?"

"Really." He offered her a lax smile. It put her on edge, but she didn't object as Caleb went on, "Bandages are in the medicine cabinet. I'll go get you somethin' to wear."

With that final word of advice, he left the frazzled blonde. She watched him go with wary eyes, as the water continued to pool around her abused feet. She glared skeptically at his back.

Caleb smirked to himself. It was almost too easy…a few kind words, a few simple gestures and she'd be wrapped around his finger… He just had to be patient.

A/N: I know Caleb's a bit wishy-washy in this chapter, but he's supposed to be unstable. Also, I didn't think I'd be getting into the sex area so quickly, but, your welcome.