She had spent days in the darkness. In the room she had atleast the sun and moon to keep track of time but in the basement, she could only keep track of time of when Crane came and left. Her body was stiff and sore and her eyes had become used to the darkness. She was constantly riding the wave of fear toxin, the good doctor being kind enough to bring her a new dose every 8 hours. Some days he sat with her, speaking to her in the darkness. He fed her and would release her only to lead her to the bathroom every few hours as well. She had never been so weak. But what she could say was that she had yet to tell Crane what she saw in her constant state of fear. She actually hadn't spoken in what felt like days. Since she had woken up to being strapped in the chair, she had stayed silent except for the few whimpers and sobs uttered from her. Crane had began upping the dosages. But it didn't seem to work the way he would have liked because instead of sharing her fears, she simply became to drugged up to speak at all. So he lowered the dosage back down so that she was coherent in their sessions.

...

Even more days. It had to have been weeks since they began. By all standards, Nirvana knew this was now torture. Her mind had already began degrading and she found it hard to distinguish reality from her nightmare world. Sometimes she would believe she was seeing Crane in front of her and the true scene of her situation but then blackness and monsters would come from the shadows and consume her once again. Sometimes she talked to voices of things not there and Crane would speak and remind her it was just her and him. She'd feel hands on her but when she screamed they would disappear and she never knew if it was Crane or her imagination.

However, she was coherent enough to realize her body was growing a dependence to the drug. She found herself counting down minutes when the fog would begin to subside, waiting for Crane to return with what she wanted. Maybe it was because the nightmare world was easier to accept than her reality. Maybe it was just an addictive mix of chemicals. But she would anticipate the next dose, get cold sweats if she didn't receive it on time.

While this continued, Crane became more cruel as the days went on. He had placed his hands on Nirvana despite his inner disgust at this action. He had whispered descriptive ways he'd ruin her completely. Had watched her crying when he got in her face and screamed at her. He was becoming tired of this game they were playing but knew he couldn't give up. His obsession matched her in desperation. How could she not have given up yet? How is she still even breathing? And he couldn't help but be frightened by her physical change. When he would take her to the bathroom, her body was becoming more and more frail, paler and paler. Her veins were black under her pale flesh. Her eyes and hair is what shocked him most though.

The serum had a drastic change on her eyes. The orbs were either inky black depending on how deep she was into her nightmare world but if she was coming down, they were a unnerving orange color, the green almost completely faded. The orange rivaled the neon orange glow of his serum and he wasn't sure why they changed this way. While her hair had gained a streak of white at the base of her neck, and had lost its beautiful sheen. He often kept his eyes from her, guilt twisting in his stomach. He was turning someone he had always regarded as beauty incarnate and turning it tired and worn and weak. But part of him relished in being the one who had twisted her in such a dramatic way. She had stopped fighting him. She had stopped fighting all together.

...

More days had passed. Nirvana was truly unsure of how long she had been in that chair. How long she had been on the constant drug ride. Her mind barely created coherent thoughts anymore. Hallucinations controlled her thought process. Her voice seemed like it was almost gone, but in the darkness she would whisper nonsense to whatever creatures she saw. Food tasted bland and noises in the real world didn't effect her. She had come out of her drug induced nightmare long enough to know Crane was around much more than he used to be. He was trying a more intense form of "therapy" were she was constantly attached to an IV. He was becoming more frustrated. Nirvana seemed to become cold and unfeeling to her own fears. She followed the same hallucinations every day and though there were times she still cried and whimpered in the darkness, most times she had her eyes closed and rolled head back and forth. He had created a zombie. He thought about just ending it for now. He had missed so much work recently, claiming he was doing work for an asylum in another city. Instead he stayed down in the basement with Nirvana. He ate there, he bathed there, he slept there.

She'd have to give up soon. She couldn't last much longer like this.

...

Nirvana had felt the fog lifting slowly. She expected it to fall back down soon and just kept her eyes closed. But as the hours ticked by, she felt her joints ache. Her muscles twitched and clenched as she was coming completely off the drug. Her eyes opened but was surprised when she actually saw something she hadn't seen in a while. It was sunlight. Crane was sleeping in the corner, his feet up on the medical table in the corner and his head resting against the wall. She turned her head slowly and her eyes took a moment to focus on the IV next to her. It was completely empty. She breathed in through her teeth as she felt her body creak against her attempts to sit up further in the chair, her back aching. She blinked a few times as she examined the room she was in, seeing it clearly for the first time in the amount of time she had been in the room. Needles littered the floor and so where different pairs of clothes, some she recognized as her own but also some of Crane's. She felt heat sweep over her flesh which she felt was unseasonably hot but she assumed it was because she had felt like she was constantly stuck in ice on the serum. She rested her head back on the chair as she closed her eyes once again. Her body wouldn't stop twitching. She raised a hand to wipe a bead of sweat off her forehead and her brain clicked very quickly and suddenly as she looked at her hand and then down at her body, moving her legs carefully and saw that her body wasn't strapped down anymore. She looked at Crane suddenly and remained completely quiet as her hand travelled to the IV in her arm and she pulled it out slowly, grimacing at the sight but kept her stomach easy. She laid it down on the arm of the chair before very carefully standing up from the chair. Her legs almost gave out on her, the muscles resisting the new movements and felt like she had to learn how to walk again but she gripped the chair tightly as she steadied herself. She kept silent though the pain was excruciating. Her eyes would dart over to Crane constantly, making sure he still slept. Finally she began moving towards the door and opened it quietly and shut it as gently as she could. She looked around, the basement was lit with sunlight, the windows only being half covered by the ground so she was able to lead herself to some stairs. It took a while to make her way up them and when she reached the landing, she waited for her legs to stop aching before she turned down the hall and walked along it, hoping she'd find an exit door. The more she walked, the more strength her legs got but as the blood in her body began to pump faster and her muscles tensed, her head began to cloud. She would see hallucinations as she walked, and she had to focus on the ground, knowing what she was seeing wasn't real. It was all just her imagination.

She kept walking, being as quiet as she could but at some points some floor boards would creak with old age and she would pause and listen to the building and hear just the mumurs of her imagination. She was dripping sweat from the effort but soon she could walk without the support of the wall next to her. Her senses came back to her slowly. She could smell just how disgusting the scent of the asylum and herself were and she wanted to retch but she kept it down. Her eyes took in the bright glow of the sunlight coming through the windows. She saw what she hoped was the front door but a dark figure stood in front of it. She stared at it for a moment and figured it was just her imagination as other hallucinations danced at the corners of her eyes. She kept heading towards what she believed was the exit but soon she heard the whispers become louder in her ears and she had to stop to close her eyes and focus.

"Turn back"

"Its him"

"He's going to take you back"

"He's gonna get you"

She opened her eyes and looked towards the end of the hall to see the dark figure still standing there. As if to aid her, the fog cleared her mind and her eyes focused on it to see it twist and transform to the tall lanky man, blue eyes burning into hers. Her breath hitched in her throat. He stood calm and composed, looking at her.

Crane was confused why she had still approached him. He thought if she had somehow wondered off and had been looking for him. But as she looked at him again, orange piercing him as fear overtook her. She had just realized it was him and help but chuckle as she stopped walking. A dark smirk stayed on his lips as he began taking long strides toward her but was caught off guard when she turned and on wobbly legs, began to run.

Her legs screamed in resistance but she couldn't go back. She couldn't be left in the dark again. The voices kept speaking in her ears.

"Run"

"Don't let him take you"

"We believe in you, go, run"

She made considerable distance until she made it to a corner and she could hear Crane's quick, heavy footsteps behind her. Her legs gave out as the sharp turn hurt more than she could describe. She fell to the ground and Crane's footsteps slowed as she scrambled to get on her feet but as she was back on her feet two strong arms grabbed her, one wrapping around her throat while the other was around her waist. She tried to scream but only a hoarse yelp escaped her. Crane took his long leg and swept her legs, causing her to fall hard to tile floor.

"Fight him"

"You can get away"

"Fight!"

She picked up her leg and gave a fierce kick towards Crane's leg and was surprised when he fell to the ground as well. She scrambled again, but Crane's hand wrapped around her ankle and she couldn't get up. She scratched at the ground desperately as she tried to crawl away but she soon felt her body being dragged along the floor. She yelled for help, trying to pull herself away from his grip but her weak body couldn't take anymore. Her arms tried to grab the wall but there was nothing to hold on. Tears fell down her face as she kept trying to pull herself away.

"You have to tell him"

"If you tell him he'll stop"

"Please Jonathan, please don't take me back," she pleaded as she tried to kick out of his grasp but to no avail.

"Just tell him"

"We'll make him pay for it but now you have to tell him"

"PLEASE JON HAVE MERCY, PLEASE!" she begged, her voice gaining volume but cracking in the middle of the sentence.

Nirvana looked up at the hall as she was being dragged and saw the clawed black shadow hand approaching her face. It cupped her cheek and a long nailed thumb wiped away the tears though of course they remained. Black shadow demons lined the hallway and her vision began to darken. Was this death? Was this the beginning of death? Was she being welcomed to the gates of hell? The demons gained voices and some approached her as they spoke.

"Tell him Nirvana."

"Tell him."

"You'll die if you go back"

"You must tell him"

She cried audibly, her hands covering her eyes as her dignity and pride fell in the form of tears.

"Please. Please don't take me back, Jonathon. I'll tell you. I'll tell you, just don't take me back. Please," she stated weakly, her voice shaking from crying. They stopped moving immediately. She heard Crane sigh, the sound of relief hitting her ears like knives. The voices stopped their whispering. Nirvana felt her body being lifted and Crane held her close to his chest. She cried more as he spoke in her ear, "Let's get you cleaned up then you can tell me everything," he stated. He held her tightly as she cried in his chest as he carried her. They were heading away from the basement. It was finally over for both of them. Crane couldn't believe how long it had taken. But he had never been more relieved.

"He'll die by your hand" the final voice echoed in her ears and her tears slowed at thought.

He would die by her hand.

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Whoooooooo. I know this was kind of a long chapter, hopefully you guys like it! Let me know what you thought and what you'd like to see moving forward!