The entire family was in an uproar over the irrational decision. And Casey isolated herself in her room, wondering how she could ever make that choice like that again. She went over everything repeatedly in her mind, and found that the events leading up to that moment were so openly casted she knew now that she could only love Troy Allen as a really good friend. But how was she supposed to crush his heart like that, and how could she stand being all alone again? As if on cue Troy Allen walked into the room. "Hey, you feel alright?" "Yes." "Last shot of chemo's today, and I thought I could take you." She wheeled herself to the door, and gave him a false smile, "Let's go then." As soon as they got there Nurse Joann smiled down at her, automatically letting her through.
Casey waited nearly an hour in the examination room waiting for her freakin' doctor. But soon he came in, it didn't take long for her to realize it wasn't her regular chemotherapist. "Um, where's Deborah?" "She has the touch of the flu, but don't worry about it Casey." The way he had said it, it felt as if they knew each other. "I'm sorry, have we met before?" He frowned, his eyes glowing molten hot. "And here I've told you time and time again not to ever forget about me, I thought it couldn't be possible. Nevertheless, I'm sure I can jog your memories." He grinned evilly as he produced a syringe already filled from his coat pocket.
Casey was shocked, and at the first impulse she tried to get up and run. But her condition was taking a different route as she fell face down on the floor. She felt the injection plunge into her neck, and she went to a deep unconsciousness. She awoke chained to a chair, in what it seemed an abandoned store room. "Where am I?" she thought out loud. "Isn't it obvious my dear? This is where it all happened for us." She tried to look over her shoulder where the voice was coming from, but only burned her skin trying to wiggle herself around. "Why are you doing this?" "Because Allen was in public viewing, I couldn't just break his neck with a crowd watching. No, I decided to just bring you here, and pick up where we left off." He walked over to her, and bit her neck hard enough to produce blood.
"I've missed this so. Your writhing, your screams." Casey began to cry, realizing where she was. It earned her a smack against the head. "You know I loathe it when you cry like that." "Please Mr. Bales I won't tell anyone about this if you just let me go." He traced her cheek with his index finger. "See I knew you remembered me." "Let me go home." "I can't do that without reacquainting ourselves." He began ripping the buttons off of her shirt, taking his tongue and tracing the edges of the lacy fabric. She felt herself on the verge of vomiting as she felt her core react to his sick fetishes. "You've grown too much, but I'll try to put that aside for now." He unbuttoned her jeans, fingering the tops of her pubic hair.
Rage boiled within her, as she leaned back and spat in his face. He punched her in the stomach, causing her to cough up blood. He went to undo his belt, as Casey thrived to free herself. She began knocking things over that was within reach of her head. She screamed at the top of her lungs. When he tried to cover her mouth to silence her screams, she bit him piercing through the skin, tasting metallic fill her mouth. She spat it out as quickly as she could, as she heard his screams piercing through the walls.
Soon to Casey's appraisal people began to wander down the stairwells looking for them, "Help!" It was all she could manage to cry out. They began taking down the door, and the security had open fire on Mr. Bales, as they hauled Casey to the infirmary.