Okay guys, I cannot lie. I had completely lost my muse for this story for the longest time. I couldn't find myself wanting to write it anymore, but now I am ready to give you the much anticipated chapter four. Sorry for the long wait, I seriously feel horrible so I hope you forgive me.

Sure it was easy to say that the giant monster was dealing with Alfred F. Jones, however the blonde was clueless on how to escape. He had been sitting in that room for hours, and there was no way to actually escape. The door was locked, and was actually made of some sort of metal. This guy was way too cautious, or he had already had a former pet break free. The idea of ending up like the rest sent a shudder racing down his spine. If he ended up like the rest, who would look out for Matthew?

That's when he quickly got a surge of new found energy. He wasn't living for himself anymore. He was living for Matthew who needed him. Without wasting any time he began to survey the room for the hundredth time. It had been silent in the house for quite a while, this making Alfred believe Ivan had fallen asleep. If he couldn't break out he would just have to attack when the time was right.

So he waited. He waited for god knows how long. His mouth was dry, and his stomach growled while begging for food. He had to guess that he had been trapped for about two days now. This guy was going to starve him. He was sitting on the bed, his eyes staring at the wall, something he found himself doing over and over. He had memorized every pattern on the wall, every stain, and every dint. He found himself going over a stain that looked like a rabbit when he heard footsteps through the hall. This signalled him to quickly sit up, however it caused the already weak male to become rather dizzy. Followed by footsteps was a rather eerie hum, it sounded like something a kid would hum to themselves. Finally he saw the shadow underneath the door, and he knew it was time. He heard some clicking as the door was finally shoved open and he came face to face with the monster.

The monster was wearing a peach sweater with snowflakes sewn into it, if Alfred didn't know him he would have thought this guy was rather cute. Now he knew, and now he wished nothing more than to bloody up this guy.

"Hello, little rabbit," he began with the nickname which earned a glare from the blue eyed beauty. "I see you are still not wanting to be getting along. This sadden me. I brought you the wa ter you ask for." The guy still put a space between water. He even held up a clear cup which made Alfred gulp with want.

"What drugs did you put into it?" He croaked out, not having the energy to become intimidating. This seemed to amuse Ivan as he looked at the clear liquid that sloshed around with every movement.

"It seems you are doing the learning, little rabbit," the monster hummed and took the clear liquid to his lips before gulping it all down. Blue eyes watch in shock as the liquid made it's way out of the cup into his mouth. He licked his dry lips as a trail of water rolled down the side of the Russian's cheek. Once he finished he let out a satisfied gasp of air. His purple eyes landing on the male who had a stunned look draw into his face. Oh how the he drank up that expression, how he wanted to go over and cut off precious skin just to keep it to himself forever. "Little rabbit, should not question me and do as I say?" He sang out soon turning to close the door.

"W-Wait!" Alfred cried, his hand stretching out to try and stop the Russian, as his weight shifted to fast he found his chin colliding with the floor. Sending vibrations throughout his skull as he teeth clashed together. His eyes looked up to the male standing there with a grin stretched across his face.

"Yes?" He grinned staring down at him with a smirk. If Alfred didn't play along he knew he would be just another body under six feet of dirt.

"Please give me some water," he begged while staring up at the Russian. "I am sorry for attacking you, it won't happen again," it would.

"Little rabbit is such a terrible lie, but you keep me happy so I will now feed you." The Russian walked over gently picking the American up. It was terrifying how gentle the other was acting, as if he had now tried to choke the life out of Alfred. He glanced up at Ivan his teeth sinking into his teeth as he stared at his face. So as long as he kept Ivan in a good mood he wouldn't hurt him. This seemed to work out to his advantage. He watched the scenery roll by as his tongue trailed over his dry lips. His eyes glancing over the narrow dark hallway. Finally he saw the couch where he had woken up. Without wasting a moment Ivan sat him down and left, but not before putting something around Alfred's neck. The boy paused before reaching up to feel the leather like substance followed by a heavy pull. It was only then he noticed the shiny metal tugging at his neck and saw it chained to the ground.

"What is this?" Alfred frowned weakly pulling at the metal.

"I do not trust my little Alfred to be on his own, so I will make sure he cannot escape." He heard the other hum once again. His blood ran cold as this threw a twist into his plans. He couldn't wait around until the Russian trusted him! Who knew how long that would actually take? But he couldn't fight him, not in his weakened state. With a growl to himself he fell silent as he found himself taking in his new surroundings. For such an open place it sure was dark, all the windows were covered, and the lights were turned off, all except for one. It's dim glow added little light, probably to keep Alfred from finding a way out. There a few feet away from him stood the door, just taunting him for how close he was to escaping, but how he was chained down.

Something that smelled absolutely amazing wafted into his nose as the Russian returned with food and water. He set down a paper plate in front of the American with a grin spreading across his face. It was then Alfred noticed there were no utensils to eat the mess. His eyes glanced from the steaming food then the grinning Russian. "What no fork?"

"I do not wish to get stabbed."

"You want me to eat this with my hands?" He asked in disbelief. The stuff had to just come off the stove plus it was some sort of mix with sauce. It would get messy.

"Yes, and eat it quickly before I decide to eat it," that was all it took for Alfred to dig one hand into the steaming food. It took all he had to not jerk away at the burning sensation that met his skin. He clenched his teeth together before raising his hand and shoving the food into his face. Tears exploded in his eyes as he glanced at the other with a glare.

"Yes, that is a look I love to see. One I can see become broken." The sentence made Alfred cringe as he continued to shove food into his mouth. He ate quickly, and in silence. The sauce getting around his mouth, and covering his hand. It was degrading that he had to eat just like an animal. That didn't stop the policeman from clearing the plate. He sat there staring at the empty plate before a cheap plastic bowl of water was set before him. The blonde sat in silence before reaching for the bowl, that was before a foot slammed down onto his right hand causing a scream to erupt from his mouth. "No hands." Was all that he was told. His eyes trained on the bowl as he shakily leaned over puckering out his lips. He sucked in a mouth full, before swallowing the much needed liquid. His eyes wide as he continued to suck up more of the precious clear liquid. It slid down his throat, making the dryness disappear in an instant.

Being too preoccupied with the water he didn't even mind as Ivan leaned over to brush his finger's through Alfred's sandy hair. He would have preferred if the water wasn't taken away from him. Just as quickly as the food the water had disappeared before Alfred pulled away in satisfaction. Being fed just restored his strength so now he just had to figure out how to get rid of the color. Ivan had scooped up the plate and bowl before disappearing into the kitchen. A faint sound of water could be heard, but Alfred simply chose to ignore it. Instead he had noticed something by a fireplace that caused his blood to run cold. A piece of wood shaped into that of a gravestone simply had the word 'Alfred' carved into it. He stood there in fear as his eyes refused to tear away from that board.

"Ah, I see you noticed. Do not worry, I simply made it when I was being the mad. I do not want to kill." He answered the unasked question hanging in the room. A large bucket being placed beside Alfred. "Now strip." This caused those sky blue eyes to snap onto him.

"What?" He asked in a hushed whisper as fear was clawing at his insides.

"You are dirty, I wish to wash you now." leaving no room to be argued with Alfred simply removed his shirt. Having come face to face with the grave made him realize his was one button away from becoming the next body. A pleased smile adorned the silver haired man's face, as his hands reached into the bucket pulling out a soapy rag. "I make you clean." He sang before starting on his work. The rag grazed across his sauce covered hands, and up to his shoulder though it paused before touching the wound. "I do not like hurting you. If you are good I will keep you safe." He looked up to study Alfred's face. Then went back to scrubbing. "You fight and fight as I try to take care of you, to love you."

"I'm sorry," Ivan laid down the rules, and Alfred had to play along if he didn't want to die.

"I forgive. Now pants off too. You are smelling not so good." Alfred gave a curt nod as his hands moved to shimmy out of the pants. His eyes trained on the Russian in distrust. He felt the rag all over his body, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. It is taking all he has to not attack the Russian. He will rest a day before trying.

"So why did you kill your other pets?" He asked softly as he glanced at his hands.

"I kill for different reasons. Little kitty wouldn't stop crying. I grew tired of the cries he gave off making me want to just silence them. Little kitty was my first. I was impatient with them. But I learned to be patient. Burying my pets is not fun." He pauses his actions taking in Alfred's horrified face. "Little doggy was next, they wouldn't listen to me at all. I fought with them constantly. I do not mean to beat their head in until I see their brains. I learned to control my anger with that one." He smiled, while Al shook his head.

"I don't want to hear anymore," he begged. Sure he didn't go into that much detail, but those people were in Alfred's position at one point. They were probably sitting there terrified, but couldn't fight the monster.

"If you wish." He went back to scrubbing away at Alfred's skin, trying to clear away any imperfections. "If you are good, I will not kill." Alfred gave a small nod.

It was around night that Alfred had been taken to Ivan's room with his arms and legs tied together once again. The Russian laid beside him, holding him to his chest as he placed gentle kisses against the skin of Alfred's exposed neck. The American squirmed trying to get away from the affection. This only caused the strong arm to drag him back into place.

"Do not worry, I know you do not want sex. I am just kissing," he said in such a childlike voice Alfred shuddered. His eyes trained on the ground as tears welled up in his eyes. He was just thankful his back was turned to the Russian for the time being. He would give the Russian what he wanted, then he would escape.

Nothing was going to keep him from Matthew.

I know this chapter wasn't as action packed, but it is building up for the next chapter. I will update shortly! Please review if you like the story!