/\\ A/N: *READ THIS NOTE BEFORE THE CHAPTER* - This chapter contains a scene with lot more detail about abuse than what I usually write and if you don't like it or are triggered by anything within this then don't worry you aren't missing too much just skip to the page break about ¾ down past the italics because that's where the important part of the story is. /\\

Chapter 10 – Flashbacks and Nightmares

It was the first time I had slept the night in a week, the floor was hard and uncomfortable but I needed to gain energy if I wanted to ever get out of here.
By now, I gained enough trust from him to limit myself to one cuffed ankle and one cuffed wrist, it wouldn't do much good for now but I think I could be able to get myself out if I had the strength to do so. I wasn't entirely sure about the plan that I created in my head because it might not actually work.

As soon as I heard the door at the top of the stairs opening, I crouched myself into the tight corner. It's almost as if I thought I kept myself hidden enough he wouldn't do anything to me.

"Rosemarie…" his voice lingered in the dark as he walked down the stairs "Did we sleep well?"

I couldn't see him exactly apart from the odd glimpse of his face that I've captured over the past few months. But I've heard every movement, every footstep, and every sound that he's made. I could now hear him walking towards the back cupboard which held all his weapons under a lock and key. The lock turned and opened and I could hear him take something out, though I was afraid to see what it was.

"Why don't you come join me on this chair, Rosemarie?" he said in his all evil voice

"N...o" was all I could shakily come out with

"You have to go and ruin all the fun for me" his voice became closer and closer to me until he was right in front of my corner.

He grabbed the chains from the wall which made the metal rub more against my already raw skin. Unlocking it from the wall, he grabbed the chain holding my ankle and a clump of my hair before dragging me to the chair set out in the middle. At first when he did this it hurt enough to make me cry out but now it didn't.

He threw me back on to the chair that made my spine ache. I dared not to open my eyes in case I saw what he had planned for me today, the pain was worse when I saw it. His hands stroked down my arms until he reached the wrist and then he clamped the handcuffs that were on the chair on to me. I gasped at the cold metal touch.

"Oh, Rose, it shouldn't have gone this far" he started, piercing a piece of metal on my arm "But it did and I can't go back now, you understand right?"

I turned by head away from his voice; I could feel his breath of my cheek.

"Look at me when I'm talking Rosemarie" he put the knife under my chin and put enough pressure to make the blood trickle down my neck. "Look at me!" he yelled this time, I whimpered a little before turning my face to him, still keeping my eyes closed.

"I'm not offended that you're not looking at me, you know, I prefer that you keep what I have planned for you a surprise. I put in the effort for it anyway"

Suddenly I heard something sizzle and tightened my eyes; I didn't want it to be burning today.

Please no

Please no

Please no

Please no

I held my breath waiting for the burning sensation to start for a long while but it hadn't yet.

"Oh Rosemarie" he chuckled "You make me laugh at how you prepare yourself for this"

His hand flinched and something was pressed against the skin of my leg. It was burning hot and the pain burst throughout my whole leg. I tried to pull myself away from it but he brought it closer, making it hurt more.

I wanted to scream out to tell him to get it off but I choked up in the middle of doing so leaving me with a strained grunt coming from my lips. He lifted up the tool from my leg but the pain of it remained.

Abruptly, something cold like ice was aligned with the injury and from the size of the ice pack the wound was pretty large. It still didn't stop my pulse from going abnormally fast or my skin getting clammy. I knew what was happening to me as soon as I started to shake, I was going through shock and I knew it but I couldn't help but feel confused by it.

"Ah, Rosemarie, it seems like you're in shock" he said, still holding the ice against my thigh "I thought you'd be a little better at receiving pain" he stopped, almost to think for a second "Maybe it's just burns rather than cuts that you're not used to"

I could feel myself fading out, I needed to sleep it off but I refused my body to do that. I had to stay alert long enough to…

"- thought he had the nerve to cross me like that" I pushed myself out of unconsciousness long enough to hear him talk a little longer

"Looks like you're going to need your rest, tomorrow's a big day, I have invited a special guest" he said, putting locking up the weapons cupboard.

"Stop this" I whispered "Please"

He turned around in surprise as if my talking shocked him, maybe it did.

"But Rosemarie, I'm having so much fun. If you hate this so much you have your precious Ibrahim to thank for-"

I awoke and sat up in my bed so fast I could feel my brain bound against my skull. I managed to cut myself out of my nightmare for the first time, though it was never this long as my nightmares usually were.

Who's Ibrahim?

Is he connected my kidnapping?

I quickly got out a pen and paper and jotted down the name in case I would forget it in the morning. I needed to find out more about the name to see if it's important.

But first

I need more sleep.