More action with actual people in the next chapter, I promise. YEAH NEKKIDNESS!

Wednesday: Woke up when I heard laughing. Quiet chuckle type laughing, like what I heard right before I fell asleep. I permeated through my dreams even, and I saw him laughing at me right before I was torn apart on one of his machines.

Naturally, I woke up screaming. And unable to move.

My arms where pinned to my sides, though in my exhausted and groggy state, I couldn't guess why. I was lying on my stomach on my mattress, drooling all over my pillow. My hair was long enough now to tickle my face.

I awkwardly tired to sit myself up by rolling over, but I couldn't for the life of me gain the strength to move. Instead, I groaned.

"Oh," said a voice somewhere behind me, "you're awake? Finally. I thought for a good while that I finally killed you."

"Uhgg…" I told the voice.

I felt hands tug at my shoulders, or, at least the material on my shoulders, and pull me up. My hair fell over my eyes in dirty blond, greasy locks. How long was I out?

My head rolled back and I saw an upside face looking at me. Grey eyes, black hair, Cheshire cat grin. Oh goody.

"Ooooh." I said.

"I don't know what that meant," Johnny said shaking me a little while I readjusted my head, "but I'm going to assume that you're feeling slightly better. Can you breathe okay?"

I was wearing a straight jacket, I observed. My arms weren't pinned to my sides as I thought, but they were hugged around me, binding me so firmly that I couldn't even wiggle. A strap was attached to the crotch of my pants to prevent me from pulling it over my head. How does Johnny find these things?

"…why am I wearing a straight jacket?"

"Because I was tired of getting my eyes scratched out."

"Oh." I paused, rocking on my knees, "I scratched you?"

"Oh you tried. I cut your nails though. You've been out...a…while."

"How long is a while?"

"Guess."

"Fuck you."

"I respectfully decline that offer, you'd hate me even more in the morning." He began fiddling with the clasps and buckles on the jacket and in seconds, my arms were free. I was wearing the same shirt. It was dirty, bloody, yellowed, and torn.

"Couple of days?"

"…only if by 'couple', you mean more than two. Its been…a month maybe? Give or take a few weeks."

"Oh god."

I stretched my hands over my head and turned my head. Johnny was sitting against the wall on my mattress, arms folded. He was staring off into space. I saw now healing pink lines running down his jaw, and a fresh looking one over his eyebrow.

"You didn't…do anything to me, did you?"

"…excuse me?"

"Like…am I missing any organs?" I looked down at myself, at bruised skin and dirt, and grime. "Did you hurt anything?"

"You mean did I stab you with a pencil? You did that yourself, remember?"

"I…yes, I did, didn't I?" I checked out my hand. It was covered in gauze but I lifted a corner and saw that it was actually healing somewhat, with a scab the size of, well, a pencil. The hand was also cleaner than my other one, but my nails were cut shorter than I liked, and crusted with dirt.

"I have to go shower. Now." I stood up and immediately fell back down, nearly cracking my head open on the floor.

"Yeah, that won't work; just lie there for a second." Johnny stood up, while I writhed on the floor, and walked away from me. I had a chance to lie back and reflect. I heard water being turned on somewhere."

Nothing hurt too badly, in fact, I was feeling fuzzy. Like I was being tickled all over my skin. It occurred to me that since I was out for a month, I must have been fed insane amount of drugs. The spotted, filthy ceiling above me was spinning like a kaleidoscope.

"Okay you," said Johnny within minutes. I felt myself being raised off the floor. He was carrying me somewhere.

And then suddenly, warmth. I sunk like a rock into the bathtub, fully clothed. It felt orgasmic. I didn't realize how cold I was until I lay inside a cocoon of warm, frothy water.

"Don't drown," he said retreating out of the bathroom. Drown? Of course I would drown. I was warm and satisfied and not in pain, and fuzzy. If I were to slip into the water and forget to come back up for air, well then who would blame me?

I didn't get the chance though. Nny came back with a clean towel and a bottle of hair shampoo. I was already halfway through pulling my shirt off.

"Don't do that," he said stopping at the doorway and covering his eyes with his arm.

"I need to clean myself," I said tossing my wet shirt across the bathroom, "and I don't care if you see me all naked. You've seen me completely sockless, That's almost the same thing."

"Um…I'll leave this here for you then," he said, not removing his arm from his face. He set down the bottle of shampoo and managed a curious peek just as I was standing up and pulling my jeans off.

"Wash these for me," I said, throwing him my pants.

Thus began the most wonderful bath I've ever had in my entire life, ever.