Having found a better spot to periodically snuggle and make-out on the lavish couch across from the bed, the two men didn't realize the woman had violently awoken from her slumber. Trembling the woman began to sit up among the plush pillows, sleep still prevalent in her eyes. Unaware of her current surroundings, she looked across the room. First left, then right, and finally forward.
Eyes wide, she saw her captor with another man kissing. Both seemingly unaware of her current consciousness.
Taking this as a chance to escape she dashed towards the door, slamming it open and rushing through for dear life. Running down the dark hallway she finally saw what appeared as the front door. Only inches away from freedom a hand intertwined in her hair, pulling her backwards.
Gasping in both pain and shock, she scrambled to get away from the unrelenting ligament only for the hand to pull even harder. Unwilling to give up so quickly, her eyes darted across her current surroundings. Spotting a candlestick beside her on a lone tabletop she grasped the object and swung it behind herself. A hiss echoed in her ear and suddenly the hand let go. Taking this new-found chance she darted toward the door letting go of the candlestick in lieu of freedom. Gripping the cool metal between her hands she turned the knob. Nothing. It was somehow locked from the outside.
Panicking she began to viciously bang on the door with her bare hands, hoping that if little else someone would hear her. But again nothing. She continued banging, afraid to turn around.
Feeling the presence sneaking closer behind her she began to scream for help, but no one came. And it only began to come closer.
Sobbing, her banging grew weaker, and she found herself hopeless. Falling to the floor, she hugged her knees, and sobbed pitifully into them. No longer aware of anything but her current demise, she did not know that the figure was right behind her.
Frowning at the shattered before him Alfred sat on the floor behind the woman, and hugged her from behind. Surprised yet still scared she did not look up at first instead sobbing harder than before. Only gripping tighter the man did not let go of the distraught woman before him. The two figures remained this way for several minutes until she found the courage to look up. Behind her was…him.
Bloodied dirty blond hair, and remorseful blue eyes hidden by framed glasses stared back at her.
Shocked she turned back around and moved backwards until her back hit the door. Pointing a shaky finger at the figure she croaked, "It's you." and promptly passed out.
"I suppose the head injury is worse than I thought." Arthur pondered as he dressed Alfred's wound.
Having already placed the woman back into the bed, the two made sure to chain her to it. For good measure.
Sighing sadly Alfred began, "Did you see the way she looked at me Arty? She acted like I was going to hurt her. Her. Of all people. Why, why would she think such a thing? I was only trying to keep her safe." Enraged he continued. "There are really bad people outside these walls. People…people like us. But they don't cherish her like we do, so they won't know her from the next living thing they see. They will hurt her, torture her, rape her, and even kill her Arty. Doesn't she realize that I'm just trying to protect her from it all?"
Finished with Alfred's wound, he sat himself on Alfred's lap. Kissing the young man's cheek sweetly he began. "Well, first things first love. I'm going to have to call Yao about sewing you up. I suspect you've lost quite a bit of blood as it is, and I doubt you can afford anymore. Secondly, she'll come around to understand us. But it takes time, and we've already wasted enough of it as it were, so a little more won't hurt."
"But Artie…" Alfred pouted.
"None of that. She'll come to see we love her, and perhaps then she'll understand that this is all for the best. But until then, we just have to do our best not to spook her further. So, while she's here and locked we will no longer use any force against her. Now, if for some reason she were to escape a bit of violence would be necessary, but otherwise I shall have none of it in this household. Understood?"
"Yeah…" Alfred sighed.
"Good. Now I need to go call Yao, it seems the bandages are already soaked. Oh dear, oh dear!" As Arthur dashed off into the next room, Alfred couldn't help but feel warm. He had no idea if it was due to the impending future, the care Arthur was showing, or the blood loss. But it was nice.