Here is another chapter. Thanks for the reviews and I hope you enjoy the story. This is a short chapter that goes back to Shepherd in the basement. Every now and then I'll do this just to mix things up. Chapters like this one will be short.

-Back in the basement-

I woke up and looked around the room. It was nothing but a pitch black room. I could feel the pain from being hit with the bat. I felt the pain in my head from the pole. I knew that if I didn't get out of this room that I was going to die. I looked around to see if I could find something to cut the rope off of my hands. I looked over and saw a tool box close to the pole. I moved to that side of the pole and laid out on the ground. I got my foot on the side of the box and started to pull it over to me. Once the box turned too much to the right I switched feet and did that until I got the box over to where I was. I then sat on my knees and looked through the box until I found something to cut the rope with. I got a hunting knife that was in the box. I cut the rope and it took a little while and then I just waited. I waited for that bastard to come back down the stairs because this time it was going to be a fair fight.

I had the rope by both ends because I was planning on strangling the man to death. I waited for what seemed like forever. I finally heard footsteps coming down the stairs. When he walks past me I through my arms around his neck and I pulled back. I pulled as hard as I could but before I knew it he elbowed me in my ribs. I felt all the wind being knocked out of me. I hurdled over in pain and when I looked up he was coming after me and tried to punch me but I hit him in the gut. As he was hurdling over I punched him and he went down. Little did I know, he landed near the knife. He was on is back and as I went over to him to start hitting him he took the knife and just lodged it in my leg and quickly pulled it out. He stabbed me again but this time he pulled down on the knife and then pulled it out. I fell to the ground and then I felt him kicking me. He repeatedly kicked me and then he pulled me over to the wall. There was a pipe that went across the wall and then went up towards the end of the room. He got my handcuffs from the table and hand cuffed my hands to the pipe. After that he kicked me a couple of more times before he left.

Once he was gone my attention went straight to me leg. I knew that the blood loss would eventually kill me but right now my mind was in full survival mode. There wasn't anything I could but wait. That is the one thing I was worried about because the waiting is what could kill me. I let my head rest against the wall. the next thing I knew he was coming down the stairs.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

He just looked at me and took out what looked like a first aid kit but he didn't say anything to me.

"what are you doing?"

I made sure to put aggression in my voice but it didn't work because he just kept doing what he was doing. He took out some gauze and put it over the cuts on my leg from the stab wounds. He took out more gauze and wrapped it around the other gauze. Once he got done he taped down the gauze and got up to leave. He stopped at the bottom of the staircase and looked back out me.

"I don't want you dead yet. I feel like making you suffer some more. The gauze won't completely stop the bleeding but at least you won't die on me tonight."

With that he walked up the stairs without another word. Once again he left me in the dark and alone. I rested my head on the wall and closed my eyes to try and get my mind off of what was happening.