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Abby still could not believe that he had actually let her speak to Jake. It had been days ago, but she was still in shock. Hearing Jake's voice eased her anxiety a tiny bit, but that was it. When he had walked into the room, talking on the phone, it had not surprised her. But when he had actually handed her the phone, she honestly did not know what to do.
"I'm not going to do anything, just talk to him," she reached for the phone slowly never taking her eyes off of Martin. She didn't believe him, saying that he was not going to attempt anything. She had learned that, that certain phrase was rarely true. But when she heard Jake's voice, the only thing that came to her mind was you promised, and that's what she had said. That was all she could say, for the phone was ripped away from her and once again her captor was at her side.
"I told you I would not hurt you didn't I Abby?" he sat down next to her, on the old bed. He reached for her hand and grabbed it, pulling her closer to him, she no longer flinched, she was unfortunately used to his touch. "I was thinking Abby," he tilted her chin, so that she was looking at him in the eyes. "You've been such a good girl lately, I can trust you know. I'm going to let you leave this room for an hour, watch television, maybe a movie." he saw the mask of confusion play across her face. "Would you like that Abby?"
"Yes," she knew better then not to answer him, after being with him for over as long as she had, Abby had learned what really set him off. And when she would not verbally address him, was when she would be punished. Abby had the bruises on her body to prove it.
"Oh and I have something else for you, I forgot it in the other room, let me go grab it. I will be right back," he stood up and left Abby bewildered. Why was he suddenly being like this? The only thing that could come to her mind, was the idea that this would be her last day. She knew the he would kill his victims after two weeks of captivity, what she didn't know what how long she had been with him, it literately felt like a lifetime.
The door reopened and he walked in, carrying a plastic grocery sack. "Here," he handed her the bag, a smile spreading across his face. "I'm sorry it took me so long to get these. It would have been to suspicious if someone saw me sneaking them out. Here, open it,"
Abby reached into the bag, and pulled out a pair of scrubs. Nothing special to a person who had their freedom, but to Abby, it was the best thing she could have asked for right then, well except her freedom. She looked up at him, with tears in her eyes, "thank you," she whispered.
"Your welcome. You can also have a shower if you like, I'll cook us some lunch. But I'm telling you not to try that nice little stunt you did last time, I'm sure by now you've learned your lesson. Haven't you?"
"Yes," it was true, he had taught her how to behave, and she knew what was right and wrong. But it didn't mean that she wasn't going to try and get out of this hell hole, one way or another.
"Good girl, come on," he helped her up and led her out of the room, down the hall and into a different bathroom from the one before. "There you go, here is your clothes, you have twenty minutes." he smiled at her before turning and walking away, giving Abby some much unanticipated privacy.
She waited, collecting her thoughts, before turning on the shower. She climbed in, and closed the curtain. As the hot water washed over her body, Abby realized that the only thing in the shower, was a bar of soap, no shampoo, no razors, just plain old body soap. It would work, anything to clean herself with, to get his touch off of her. She had used the entire bar, when the knock came on the door.
"Abby, its been twenty minutes, come on out now," she involuntarily shivered when she heard his voice. Sighing, she turned off the water, and stepped out, wrapping the orange towel around her. "ABBY!" he shouted.
"I'm sorry, I'm out, I just need to get dressed." she called back.
"Alright hurry up, lunch is done, I don't want it to get cold." she nodded her head, realizing it was completely unnecessary, he couldn't see her through that door, but then again, knowing him, he probably had drilled a peep hole somewhere and was watching her constantly. Abby grabbed the green scrubs, vowing that if she ever got out of here alive, she would never wear the color green again. It brought her way to much bad luck. Both of the times she had been abducted, she had been dressed in green scrubs, and the ones he had brought her, were of course green, But she was thankful for them, it was amazing how people would tend to forget about the simple things in life..like clothes, until they had been without them for a while. Abby had been left without clothes for days upon days, until she was once again able to feel the wonderful fabric of the soft cotton that were hospital scrubs. She was thankful for any scrap of clothing that he was willing to give her and scrubs she would be more than happy right now to cover herself. As she walked to the door, yet another thought ran through her mind. He was winning, Abby was completely submissive to him, a shell of what she was just a little over a week ago.
"There you go," he guided her out of the bathroom and into the living room. She kept her gaze down, but she could tell that it was dark outside, didn't he just tell her it was time for lunch? Then she heard a loud clash of thunder, and knew it probably wasn't night, but just a storm causing the house to be this dark. "Here, sit down, what would you like to watch?" he gently pushed her down into the couch, before draping a blanket over her.
"I don't know," she replied.
"How about the news, tell ya what, I'll give you the remote, you can pick and chose." he handed her the remote and headed into the kitchen. For reasons, Abby could not think of, he was trusting her not to run. Maybe because he knew that he had broken her spirit to fight, or so he thought. She turned on the television and began flipping through the channels, stopping at CNN.
"There is still no solid leads in Abby Lockhart's abduction. The doctor was kidnapped from County General Hospital eleven days ago, and has not been seen since." Abby watched in awe as the reporter told more and more about her case. And for the first time she saw what Agent Fisher looked like, but there was something familiar about him. Yet she couldn't put her finger on it.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, we were on America's Most Wanted a couple of days ago. Here," he grabbed the remote from her, "I recorded it," he pressed a few more buttons and then the previously aired episode came upon the screen. As he walked away, something on the table next to the old brown couch, caught her gaze. It was a prescription bottle of some sort. Quickly, she reached across and grabbed it, sticking it in her scrub pocket. She had to get away from this mad man, Abby couldn't deal with him any longer. She didn't care now, CNN had said that they had no clue as to where she was, and John Walsh had basically conveyed the same message. She was not going to be found, and she was as hell was not going to let this psychopath win. If he wanted her dead, so be it, but he would not be the one to kill her. She could take care of that herself. Abby just didn't want to live with him any longer, Abby simply did not want to live.
"Here, drink this," he handed her a glass of orange juice, before once again heading back to the kitchen. Without so much as a second thought, Abby opened the pill bottle and grabbed a hand full shoving them in her mouth, before chasing it down with some of the juice. She had no idea how much she had just swallowed or even what it was, but hopefully it would do the trick. She never would have thought about committing suicide, but know she understood why her mother do it, it was a way of escape. At that point Abby forgave Maggie.
"Here's your lunch.. I" he looked down and saw the now half empty pill bottle. "YOU DIDN'T?" he screamed, knowing full well what she had just done. "Damn it Abby!" he lifted her off the couch and grabbed the cup of juice before he rushed into the bathroom. He shut the door behind him and put her down on the floor, before he began digging through the medicine cabinet, all the while mumbling to himself. He finally found what he was looking for, and got down next to her.
"Open your mouth," he demanded holding the bottle up to her. Knowing that it didn't matter if she disobeyed him anymore, she shook her head.
"Go to hell you bastard!" she told him, to weak to yell.
He roughly reached over and pinched her jaw, trying to force her mouth open, but nothing worked, she was being the same old stubborn Abby, the one he had fallen in love with.
"You bitch" he screamed, "do you not realize if you do not drink this you will die!" he was met with a smile, a smile that said yes, I knew exactly what I was doing. She felt that she had outsmarted him, but he would have the final word in this. "You want to die, there's not a thing I can do to hurt you, but what about your lover boy?" he knew he had gotten through to her, when she made eye contact with him. "That's right Abby, either you drink the medicine here, or I go and put a bullet through his heart. So what's your choice?" he once again brought the Ipecac to her lips, knowing what Abby would chose. She cared to much about Jake, she would take the medicine. He knew it.
Knowing she didn't have a choice Abby reached for the bottle, "No, no Abby, I get to do it," he told her as he pressed her hands back down. He once again brought the bottle to her lips, and Abby hesitantly opened her mouth. He suddenly moved, and jumped behind her, pulling her hair so that he could easily pour the liquid down her throat. "Good girl, just drink it, that's right," he told her as he let her hair go, once he was sure that she had indeed swallowed it. He smiled, watching her gag, he had complete control over her now, her failure at an attempted suicide only proved it more to him. Abby could never escape his wrath, and now he knew that she knew it as well. It had taken her long enough, eleven days was a long time.
"See Abby," he began as he lifted her next to the toilet, and grabbed her by the back of the neck, forcing her head down. "you don't know, that I hold a degree in biochemistry from Harvard, I know how the body works, how it will react to certain toxins. And I also have a lot of those certain toxins on hand. For example, after this lovely medicine does its job, you, my dear, will be receiving a wonderfully large dose of activated charcoal, doesn't that just sound great?" he was answered with the sound of Abby beginning to vomit, "that's it, its all right, spit it all out,"
It was horrible enough experience when somebody had to vomit, but doing it because you had tried to kill yourself, were caught, and now drugged by your captor to keep you alive, just made the sensation ten times worse. The Ipecac had worked extremely fast, faster then she would have thought. Her stomach lurched and everything came back. She knew this wasn't the end of it either, he had told her she would be getting some charcoal, and Abby didn't doubt him. After close to five minutes of continues vomiting, she unwillingly fell back into his arms. No longer able to hold herself up any longer.
"That was not a good plan Dr. Lockhart," he said as he smoothed the hair away from her sweaty forehead, and then kissed the top of her head. "Your hair smells good Abby, I'm glad you got the chance to wash it. It was the last time you'll be doing anything by yourself for a while, you know that." he once again pulled her so that she was standing, but soon knew that she wouldn't be able to do that by herself, so he sat her down and pushed so that her back was up against the wall. Martin then went back into the medicine cabinet, not as rushed this time, and pulled out a bottle. Abby could hardly make out the name, but knew what it was. She watched as he poured some of it into a cup then filled it with water. He came back over to her, and brought it to her lips, just like he had done with the Ipecac.
"Open up," she did as she was told. He brought the cup up to her lips, watched her drink it and waited for her to once again to swallow the medicine. "Alright, now we wait. Don't worry baby, after your done, you can sleep for as long as you want," surly he wouldn't kill her now, not after he had just saved her life, if she could call it that. She knew that she would feel like hell the next few days, like she didn't already, "guess that's what I get for trying to kill myself," Abby thought.
As she waited for the Charcoal to take effect, Abby thought back to Jake. How her captor had actually threatened his life. She could never imagine the guilt if she had not taken the Ipecac, and somehow survived, and then rescued. Only to find out Jake had been gunned down earlier, all because of her stubbornness.
The vomiting suddenly returned, but didn't last as long this time. But it did leave her incredibly weak, the result of an overdose on God knew what, Ipecac and charcoal and the puking it all up. And before she knew it, he had lifted her off the ground and was carrying her out of the bathroom. Abby was able to stay conscious just long enough to see them enter the hallway, then everything went black.
