CHAPTER SEVEN

Unknown location, Present Day

"Leave her alone!" Mulder roared, following them out into the other room, still clutching his arm.

He was pretty sure it was broken. In fact he was fucking positive his arm was broken..

But he couldn't worry about that now, as Bruce was shoving her across the room roughly by her clothes.

"Mulder!" She cried out in desperation, making his heart break.

"Calm down the both of you. You have to save your energy, especially you Agent Mulder, got a nice game for you to play…"


The next time Mulder opened his eyes he realised he was pinned down to some kind of flat surface, the coldness of concrete was on his back and he tried to move, but he couldn't. He grunted in pain as his arms were tied down by his wrists and as he tried to move a huge stab of pain hit him as he pulled his broken arm. "Fuck! Jesus Christ! Agh!" He cried out in agony as tears sprung to his eyes.

Panic started to take over as he couldn't move...

Where was Scully?

What the hell had happened!?

He couldn't remember how he got here. He was just in his boxers, it appeared, and tied to a concrete table.

What the hell?

He was freezing, it was damn cold down here, wherever he was.

He must still be in the apartment somewhere but he didn't know where she was and that worried him the most. It was dark and dank and he felt as if he was in a nightmare, an even bigger nightmare than before, as now he was certain he was going to get tortured or something, as he was pinned down by his ankles and wrists..

"Scully…" He groaned weakly and frowned in exhaustion and weakness, the pain was so overwhelming and he almost passed out again. "Scu… Scully.."he breathed raggedly, his bare chest rising and falling...

"She's waiting for you upstairs."

Mulder heard Bruce's sick voice from the side of him and he jumped out of his skin, clenching his firsts immediately as the fear turned to rage, he was livid, his heart pounded and he looked around to try and see the bastard in the darkness, but he couldn't...

"WHERE IS SHE!" He roared. There was a few seconds of silence, he wasn't happy about that at all...

"ANSWER ME!"


Scully was in a corner of their bedroom, hugging her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth in terror.

She feared the worst.

May be he was already dead, may be Bruce had killed him already, or may be he was killing him now?

It had been six long hours since Mulder had been taken away from her and he had separated them, and they had been the longest hours of her life.

When Mulder collapsed in front of her eyes she had never been so distraught, she had screamed at Bruce to get him help. To let him go, he needed medical attention, he had a broken arm, she screamed, he needs a hospital!

But Bruce had just grabbed him roughly and dragged him away from her, down some stairs, never to be seen again.. may be..

She pressed her face into her knees and squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to stop herself from shaking, she was just so scared now. Bruce had been too close to her all day, he had been touching her hips and brushing past her body every now and then as he made her cook him a lasagne in his kitchen.

It was so fucked up...

He even made her wear an old fashioned apron and call him 'darling.'

She had obliged. It had killed her and made her feel nauseous but she had gone along with it, even though she was dying inside, she hoped if she behaved well, he would bring Mulder back to her, so at least she could look after him as best as she could when Bruce wasn't around...

She felt tears well in her eyes and she turned and gasped, pressing her cheek against her knees now and trying to breathe like a normal person, not an emotional wreck.

But how was she supposed to survive this, without Mulder? What if he was dead…?!

Suddenly she jumped as she heard a door slam and Bruce's footsteps coming closer.

She scrambled to her feet and brushed down her stupid apron and tried to look normal again.

She had to behave and then may be she would get to see Mulder again… she had to believe that…

"Hello Darling." She said in a pained voice, hating every letter of the words she spoke but she was just going with it, she would do anything for Mulder, anything..

"Stop it." Bruce snapped as he caught eyes with her and she spoke. His tone was totally different now, he was mad. She didn't know why, and it worried her.

What had happened?

"What's wrong?" She asked shakily, fiddling with her hands nervously.

"Playtimes over. It's time to get serious." Bruce snarled and paced towards her in long strides.

She swallowed in fear and prepared herself to be hurt, may be he was going to hit her, may be he was going to rip her clothes off and rape her finally, she had been mentally preparing for that. She thought it was inevitable...

But as he grabbed her clothes again and pulled her roughly towards the door she blinked back tears of semi relief as he didn't seem to want to rape her just now, and she had a feeling that he was taking her to Mulder.

Oh please god, she would give anything for that to be true, she thought. She just wanted to see him.

He led her down a dark corridor where she had not been before and through a heavy door which was bolted. She felt her body trembling as she prayed that he wasn't dead, she prayed and begged for his life silently...

And then, she saw him.

"Oh my god!" She gasped, all of the air leaving her body as she saw him tied down and hurt on the table.

Bruce let her run to him. She didn't hold back and was at his side immediately. "MULDER!"


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