TICK TOCK Grandfather's clock
Disclaimer: as per chapter 1, the usual stuff of course!
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CHAPTER 7
Dean stared up at the ceiling, he watched a tiny spider trap a larger insect in its web, moving in on its prey with a hunger driven intent. A dry laugh rumbled from deep within when he saw the irony of the symbology, he was feeling very much like the prey trapped in a spider's web, in his case though it was three black widow spiders all rolled into one.
He buried the shame and humiliation he felt deep down where no one would be able to pry it open, refused to believe what his aching body revealed, it never happened. He held his breath every time he heard footsteps outside his door because he wanted to listen carefully, not out of fear. He prayed for Hattie to come and not Ellen because Hattie was easier to talk to. He prayed for release, he gave up praying.
Shivering violently he wanted to curl up under thick blankets in a big warm bed and sleep for days. Instead, he had only a thin blanket covering his nakedness, and no heating in the room to take the chill off the air. Perhaps they had left, left him to die in his own filth and illness, he could feel the infections coursing through his body, poisoning him inside and out.
Idly he wondered what Sam was doing, if he was alright, why wasn't he here busting the door down ... oh hang on he was the one who did the big saviour act, Sam was more the thinker and planner. Well he used to be, what if he didn't remember anything. He could be a completely different person now, one that even Dean wouldn't recognise.
A gentle breeze trickled through the room although both the window and door remained locked, Dean turned his head slightly, and stared down the end of the room, he could swear he saw Sam standing there trying to reach him.
'Fuck Dean you're really losing it now.' He muttered to himself blinking back tears of frustration he started his surveillance of the spider and its prey once again. Letting his mind go blank.
The door suddenly swung open and Ellen sashayed in carrying a tray covered with a cloth, she had a strange look on her face and her mouth twisted in a cruel smile she giggled and hummed a tuneless song.
'Miss me Lover Boy?'
'Like a nail in the head.' Dean said turning his face away from his tormentor, he refused to acknowledge that she was a woman now; to him she was pure monster and nothing else.
'Push me Deany and I can arrange that.' Ellen snapped and then she smiled brightly and shook her head making her hair bounce around her face. 'I have a surprise for you.'
'Thanks but I've had all the surprises I care to have for the rest of my life, natural or otherwise.'
'Dean, Dean, Dean what am I going to do with you?' Ellen sighed, 'want to know what I have on the tray?'
'Where's Hattie I haven't seen her for a long time?'
'She was bad and had to be punished.' Ellen pouted, 'she is not allowed to visit you for a while.'
'why, what did she do?'
'She didn't want me to play with you, so I told her that she had to be punished for not sharing.'
'I would like to talk to Hattie, Ellen can you let her talk to me?'
'No!' Ellen shrieked striking Dean viciously across the face, her ring cutting into his cheek, 'now look what you made me do.'
'Fuck you Ellen.' Dean spat out, his face stinging from the latest assault, 'just leave me alone.'
'No, and no more swearing or you will have to have your mouth washed out.' Ellen threatened.
Dean went to add a few more expletives to his next barb just to shock Ellen but when he saw the determined look in her eyes he closed his mouth and looked away; he has learnt the hard way that Ellen follows through with her threats.
'Ah nothing to say Dean? A bit of an improvement I must say.' Ellen smiled and started to hum again.
'What's on the tray?' Dean asked immediately despising himself for sounding so needy and willing to comply.
'I was wondering when you were going to ask.' Ellen said smiling brightly she took the cover off and put the tray on the bed next to Dean, 'I am going to give you a shave.'
'What the?' Dean cried out his eyes growing wide when he saw the long cutthroat razor, 'I don't need a shave.'
'Nonsense you have quite a beard starting, and anyway you need a wash you stink.'
'Well that aint my fault Sister, I'm not the one who tied me to this bed.'
'I was going to let you up to have a bath but if you're going to sass me I won't bother.'
'A bath?'
'Yeah well you're definitely not well enough to stand in the shower so I have run a bath for you.' Ellen smiled and ran the razor's edge down the side of Dean's face, 'but remember Dean try anything to escape and upset myself and Hattie I will use this to do more than simply shave you.'
'How can I run when you busted my knee?'
'Hmm good point, maybe it would be fun to see how far you could get.' Ellen giggled she dragged the blade down his throat and started to scrape it down his chest, 'oh it could be very interesting.'
'Not for me it wouldn't.' Dean muttered under his breath, 'Ellen could you please help me to the bath?' He asked her keeping the tone of his voice sounding neutral and even. 'I promise I won't try to escape.'
'Alright, I had Karen bring home a wheelchair from the hospital,' Ellen laughed, 'she told em it was for her great-grandfather.'
'Thanks.' Dean blinked back the tears of shame brewing; he had to stay calm until he could get a lay of the place. 'Will Karen or Hattie be around as well?'
'Nope you're all mine tonight, all mine.' Ellen sighed as she tugged at the blanket, 'all night.'
'Ah okay, so where's that wheelchair?'
Ellen screwed her nose up and stood up glaring down at him, 'I'll go get it ... now don't you go anywhere.'
'Promise I won't go anywhere.' Dean tried to smile but it was almost impossible for him to do it convincingly.
Ellen shook her head as she went out to get the wheelchair, at least this time he is trying to behave a bit more. Might be able to have some more fun with him.
She sighed heavily as she wheeled the chair in, having already placed restraints on the armrests, 'ready to go for a spin?'
Dean nodded silently as he stared at the mobile chair, his stare fixed on the restraints 'you know you don't need them, I promise I won't try anything.'
'Yeah I know Baby but they're for you safety too, just in case you fall out while we are moving.' Ellen undid the restraint on the leg with his smashed knee first and then went to the head of the bed and undid the one over his wrist of his injured arm. Clucking under her breath, she undid the bandage and roughly tugged at it to loosen the muck and puss dried and acting like a type of glue. Dean groaned and squeezed his eyes shut as Ellen carelessly pulled skin away with the soiled bandage.
'Oh poor Baby does that hurt?' Ellen cooed as she yanked another piece of cloth from the wound, this time drawing blood, tinged with the black of poison. 'You are in a bad way aren't you?'
'I need to see a doctor at least or take me to the hospital ... please Ellen.' Dean wheezed out as he clung to the last remnants of consciousness.
'Sorry Lover Boy but that aint gonna happen, I'll get Karen to bring home some more meds for you.' Ellen said thoughtfully, 'now let's get you into that bath before it gets too cold.'
Cautiously she untied his other hand and then went to work on the last remaining restraint. Dean's entire being, screamed at him to take advantage of the situation, to knock her down and get out of there but he could only muster enough energy to lift his head off the pillow for a few seconds. 'Here we go.' Ellen wheeled the chair closer to him, set the brakes, and then went around to lift him. He had lost so much weight since his kidnapping; Ellen easily lifted Dean and dropped him onto the chair. Her fingers nimbly fixing the restraints around his fragile, bruised, and lacerated wrists, tucking his blanket over his knees she stood back and smiled down at him, satisfied with her handiwork.
'All set?' She asked and then without waiting to see if Dean even heard her question she took off, wheeling the chair dangerously down the passage to the bathroom, twice she slammed it into the walls, jarring Dean painfully and then when they reached their destination she crashed it into the door. 'Whoops, how silly of me.' She giggled.
Jerking the chair to a stop, Ellen set the brakes and went about undoing the restraints from the wheelchair but left them on his wrists, then she moved closer to Dean and putting her arms under his lifted him easily to the edge of the bath, 'now don't go anywhere.'
Dean slowly raised his head and stared at Ellen in disbelief, he swallowed down on the rising bile as the pain from his shattered knee exploded throughout his body after having it moved and then knocked on the way to the bath.
In a few minutes, she managed to get Dean into the deep bath filled with bubbles from a perfumed bubble bath liquid. Moving faster than he could register, however, Ellen grabbed his wrists and tied them to the tap fittings over his head, stretching his wounded shoulder past pain and hurtling towards numbness. 'Ah fuck!' Dean yelled as she twisted the join, the scabbed over wound burst and bled into the bubbles staining them with black blood.
'Now look at what you did.' Ellen pouted poking Dean viciously in the chest, 'oh well you're just gonna have to stay put in the disgusting water, I'm not going to run you another bath.'
Weakly Dean looked up at her before he let his head drop to wait for the cold fingers of unconsciousness strangle his broken will. Movement in the bath made him sit up wide-eyed and suddenly very aware. 'What the fuck are you doing ... you fucking crazy bitch!'
Ellen hissed and slapped him hard as she settled herself down the other end of the bath, 'relax Lover, it's just easier for me to wash you this way, don't worry we'll have plenty of time to play when I get you back in bed.'
'Untie me please Ellen, I can wash myself.'
'Sorry but you have to learn the hard way Lover, once you realise that this is where you belong and swearing will not be tolerated then I might let you have one hand untied.'
'You sadistic bitch, why don't you just kill me, put me out of my misery?'
'Now where would the fun be in that?' Ellen smiled as she slipped her hand under the water, rubbing his groin and genitals with the soaped sponge. 'Ha, settle down Lover boy time for that later.'
'Let me go Ellen.' Dean fumed, reddening with embarrassment as his body betrayed his thoughts.
'Never, get used to it.' Ellen snapped tired of his constant demands, she gripped his balls tightly and squeezed, twisting her hand at the same time making him cry out in pain, then dropping them suddenly she pushed the soapy sponge up his torso and swirled it around his nipples eliciting violent shivers from Dean.
'N-n-n-no more p-p-p-please.' He whispered, 'Ellen p-p-p-please s-s-s-stop.'
'Oh poor Baby,' Ellen cooed slipping out of the bath she quickly dried and wrapped a thick warm robe around herself, then she undid his wrists and eased him up to a seated position, gently she washed his back taking more care than she had ever shown him before. Then she washed his hair for him, massaging his neck muscles and shoulders, when she felt the water cool off she slipped her arms under his once again and lifted Dean up and helped him swing his legs over the side, 'you okay?'
Dean rolled his eyes upward and nodded his head, he felt too tired and dizzy to answer her. After drying him off Ellen wrapped a thick robe around his shoulders and helped Dean back onto the wheelchair, silently she wheeled him back to the bedroom, this time she didn't retie his wrists to the chair or deliberately crash into anything on the way back.
She pulled the chair to a stop by the window and quickly went to change the soiled bedclothes, this time she added a warm doona and top sheet as well as another blanket.
Finally, satisfied with her handiwork Ellen turned back to Dean, clucking softly she watched him sleep, his face pale under the bruises and cuts, 'why do you have to provoke me Dean?' She whispered wheeling him back to the bed she managed to lift him enough to swing him onto the bed. Still wrapped in the robe she tucked him into the bed and ran her finger lightly down the side of his face. 'Time to play later Dean Honey, time to play later.'
Quietly she left the room, taking the wheelchair with her, she left the restraints off this time, but kept something special just by the door in the passage just in case.
Dean opened his eyes as he heard the door shut and the key turn in the lock sealing him in the room. Taking a deep breath he pushed himself up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, testing his broken knee. With a furtive glance to the door he gripped the bedside table and pulled himself up until he stood upright for the first time in a long time. His legs weak from disuse and his knee still too injured to bear any weight buckled under him and he collapsed unconscious face down.
Humming happily Ellen carried a tray laden with food and warm milk down the passage to Dean's room; she still wore the bathrobe, intent on having some fun with Dean now he had time to rest. She unlocked the door and stepped into the room, a scream of pure rage erupted from her throat when she saw him lying face down on the floor. He had broken her trust the first chance he had. Slamming the tray of food down on the bedside table she rolled him over and lifted him up unceremoniously onto the bed, stripping the warm doona down to the end of the bed she stood staring at him, her body shaking with anger.
Striding out of the room, she grabbed her back up plan and went back to Dean's side. He blinked owlishly at her as he tried to come out of his stupor, his eyes widened as he watched her arms rise above her head once again.
'No please Ellen no!' He cried out.
'You broke my trust!' She screeched, 'I trusted you by not tying you down to the bed again and what do you do? You get up and try to escape.' With a vicious swing she brought the heavy mallet down onto his other knee.
Dean's agony-filled scream echoed through the empty house, 'you fucking bitch.' He spat out as he fought to stay conscious, 'you want me to behave? Well fuck you! I will kill you first before I let you touch me again.' He ranted, the pain driving him on, 'then Hattie and Karen, or maybe I should kill them in front of you. Oh but wait a minute they are all you…three psycho bitches in one body…how did I get so lucky?'
'Stop it Dean.'
'So what do you do to your patients in the hospital Karen?'
'Stop it.'
'Do you rape them? Tie them down and torture them? What about you Hattie? What do you get out of all of this? Fun and games…all around, so who are you really? Ellen? Hattie? Karen? Or is there someone else I haven't met yet?'
'Stop it Dean!'
'Why? What's the matter – have I said something to upset your delicate sensibilities? You know I don't give a freaking care, you deserve everything that's coming to you and with everything in me I can only hope I am the one doing it to you.' Dean ranted, his broken body and soul too fractured for him to cope with anything else, 'Fuck you Bitch you smashed my knees!'
With a small cry, the woman dropped the industrial sized hammer and ran from the room, 'I'm going to tell Ellen on you! You're mean and horrible Dean, I hate you!'
'Hattie? Good go get Bitch number two and I'll tell her too.' Dean called after her. Exhausted he dropped his head back onto the pillow, his rage finally spent. 'Sam where are you?' He whispered, 'I need you little brother.'
TBC
