It seemed like forever as Sophie waited in the dark for Mick to return, part of her wished he wouldn't ever come back but being tied to this table and dying of dehydration didn't seem like a better an alternative. She even had a bit of a cry in the silent dark room over her situation but soon pulled herself together, crying wouldn't do any good, it would use up vital energy her brain needed to out think her way out of there. Somehow the thought of being left alone tied up and being left to die frightened her more than when Mick had been there with her, the uncertainty of it all could have been enough to drive her mad.

Her thoughts were soon broken by the sound of Mick slamming the door behind him. He wobbled more and was more unstable than he had been before, he seemed weaker and his thought processes were slower and his voice almost sounded drunk from the loss of blood. This would be the perfect opportunity to make a run for it, he was slower than she was at the minute but she had no idea where she was and how to get out. She needed to gain his trust it was the only way she was going to survive this.

"Thanks for waiting" Mick said with a cackle, Sophie rolled her eyes at the corny joke "I brought everything I could find, alcohol, bandage, needle and thread only a sowing one mind not a surgical one still it'll have to do" His voice was slow and slurred, he was losing blood fast. His breathing was slow and uneven as he undid the rope.

Sophie quickly sat up and rubbed her wrists, she saw Mick staggering as he emptied his pockets of the equipment he had brought onto a wooden desk that was covered in tools. She stepped down off the table and grabbed the chair from out of the desk and took it to Mick, he needed to sit down before he fell down and collapsed. He sat down on the chair with a heavy thud, he wobbled and Sophie had to stop him from falling off it. Mick turned towards her with the knife in hand and said "Now listen alright, no funny business or this knife will be in the first body part I see understand?" She could tell he was serious and she nodded nervously. She bent over and examined his wound.

"Well do you want the good news or the bad news?" she asked.

"Go on..." he replied.

"Well the good news is your artery isn't punctured, the bad news is the bullet is still in there and it's going to hurt like a bitch to get out" She explained bluntly.

"Go on get it over with, I've been shot in the neck before didn't even bother me, tweezers are on the desk" Sophie retrieved the tweezers and took a deep breath. She went to retrieve the bullet but then stopped.

"Mick just to confirm I'm not gonna get hurt am I if I hurt you, I'm not gonna loose body parts or anything?" she couldn't believe how normal and casually that had come out of her mouth.

"Of course not you daft wombat just get on with it" He said in a frustrated tone. So with that Sophie dug the tweezers into the wound to find the bullet. Mick clenched his teeth and fists he growled under his breath as the bullet was removed. This was followed by the wound being drenched in alcohol to stop infection.

"Ya bastard" he yelled lashing out and hitting her on the side of her head sending her flying.

"I'm, I'm sorry" she stuttered rubbing her saw red cheek.

"Just get over here and finish it" He ordered impatiently. She hadn't a clue how he was going to manage during the stitching and the thought almost frightened her to death.

After a moment of thinking she came to the conclusion that conversation just might divert his attention away from the pain of the stitches. She threaded the needle and took a deep breath.

"So do you have a family, Wife, Kids?" She asked as she threaded the needle. He shook his head and said.

"Nah never had a family, never been much bothered by it ya know... besides the opportunity never came up" She couldn't help but wonder if there was a touch of lying in his voice.
"That's a shame I would have thought that would be awful" she said inserting the needle. Mick tried to turn round.

"What ya mean" He asked confused. Sophie shrugged her shoulders.

"Well it must be terribly lonely out here without a family" she said finishing the first stitch.

"What ya getting at?"

"Well you know, having a wife is a brilliant thing, home cooked meals every day, having someone to hold in bed, sharing a shower with someone and of course consensual sex" She explained as she finished off the stitches. There was a short silence after she finished talking.

"I've... not... had any of those things before" He said slowly looking at the ground; Sophie could have sworn that she had detected a tinge of sadness in his voice.

"Well that's because you've never had a wife before" Sophie was thankful that the conversation diversion had worked, but now it looked like Mick was deep in thought.

Once the bandage had been fastened round his shoulder and biceps Mick stood up triumphantly as if he'd just had a fantastic idea.

"Tell you what you've persuaded me, you want to live and I want a wife, you give me all the things you've described and whatever I want for a month, if you're good at it and be a good girl for daddy he may just let you go" Mick threw his head back and laughed, putting his blood covered hairy arm around her shoulders.

"Come on you let's get out of here" Sophie smirked to herself, her plan was working this was what she had been trying to achieve all along. He may not trust her just yet (as he blindfolded her out of the torture shed and into the truck while he drove to his camp) but at least she had been given the opportunity to make him.