Amy's POV

I hung up the phone to Ted, the ache in my heart hurting more than any of the physical injuries I have. I hated myself for saying the words, he trusted me and I used it against him. Telling him I didn't care about him. He was the only thing keeping me going.

I lifted my head and grinned at Chris, putting up my mask so he doesn't see the gut wrenching guilt I am feeling. I needed to say those things to Ted, if I didn't then Chris would never have bought it. I had to cut deep. I just hoped that he understood the reason and saw past the words and the insults and heard my cry for help.

"You're fucking brutal my love." He kissed my neck and once again I resisted the urge throw up all over him. He disgusts me, everything about this man is repugnant and I honestly do not know how I ever loved this guy - I must of had a pair of black shades on to be so oblivious to the fact that he's a sadistic, abusive psychopath. When we dated he was amazing but the more months that went by the more I saw his two sided self. It usually wasn't physically abusive until the end, just your fun old emotional manipulation. You know, the simple style of abuse.

"It's the truth, you know I don't mess around when it comes to that stuff."

I looked at him, lifting my hand to run my finger down his cheek.

"He deserved it too, he's a disgrace to the sport. A damn American football coach comes over, knows nothing about the sport and tries to manage a team?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"Ridiculous."

"I couldn't agree more baby girl."

He stood up from sitting on the edge of the bed, sliding the phone back into his pocket as he walked around me oozing with pride. Like his girl just won a damn Oscar. What a freaking moron.

"I'm pretty thirsty, can I have a drink?" I asked, I mean, I wasn't lying. I was terribly thirsty but I was anxious to ask him for anything before this because what I'd he drugged me again. I needed to gain his trust first.

"What do you say?" He stopped in front of me, leaning down with his hands on his knees. His presence dominating. I forced a chuckle before responding. Using that cutesy voice he used to love.

"Pleeease.?"

He smirked that malicious smile and leaned forward, kissing the top of my head.

"I've got just the thing. I'll be back soon."

Chris turned and walked away and as soon as he shut the door behind him I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. My heart was racing, I'm surprised he didn't hear it, if he finds out about the truth behind that call, I have no doubt that he may actually kill me. I've never seen the man so unhinged. It honestly made me wonder if I really knew him. I mean, I've seen a lot of true crime documentaries about men like him and it usually starts in childhood, with unstable homes. He didn't have that, his mum was an amazing human being - or she was before she died and his dad? He was strict but he always supported Chris in whatever he chose to do... Even with him abusing me.

I let out another shaky breath, partly from fear but mostly from pain. I didn't really know what to do right now so I wiped my sweaty palms on my joggers, sliding across the dark green material to absorb any moisture as possible. My body betraying the character I was trying to portray. It was as if the fear and the lies began to leak out my pores.

Like what if he knows? Like what if he... He saw through my bullshit and is playing me right back? I would never have expected it, he's not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, if you catch my drift. I do feel like I have a good enough understanding of his character to know when he's lying but then again, it's been sometime since we were together and it seems like that compulsion, love and hatred of me breaking up with him has pushed the guy over the edge.

I had to think about something else so I got up, groaning as I tried to internalize the pain I was experiencing from his repeated beatings. It had to be almost dawn now and as I dragged my feet across the carpet I finally looked up and gazed out of the window, looking at the sun peaking up beyond the horizon. Splashes of pinks and oranges adding colour to the otherwise darker landscape. I took a deep breath as a wave of nausea washed over me, my hand pressing against my lips as I squeezed my eyes shut - waiting for the moment to pass. I just had to hold on a little longer. I had hope. Hope that I'll be found and hope that Roy would be one of the people to find me because I'd fucking love to watch Chris get a good beating like he's done to me these past few... uh hours? Days? I'm not entirely sure. All I know is… That if I'm stuck here any longer and he finds out? I'm fucked.

"Here you go darling."

I didn't even hear the guy walk through the door, it was as if he just appeared beside me with his arms extended, holding a glass of Ice cold water and some pills in his other hand. I rightfully hesitated, I didn't mean to but I didn't know what those were. Could be cyanide for all I knew.

"It's just some pain pills, nothing crazy." His voice was gentle but still held a sharpness to it that hid behind the smile he was currently wearing.

"I appreciate that but I'm good with just the water." I smiled and went to grab the glass but he turned away, holding it from my reach.

"Nuh uh, Pills first."

I remained silent for a moment, contemplating my choices as my eyes looked at the small round pills before drifting up toward his face. I mustered a smile and nodded in agreement, my confidence dwindling.

"You're right, I'm in too much pain to think clearly. You're so thoughtful for thinking of me, my love."

I took the two pills between my finger and thumb before lifting them to my mouth, popping them in before he allowed me to rinse them down with the water. I didn't realize I had chugged the whole glass before he took it from me, his fingers wiping the excess from my lips.

"Damn, you really are thirsty." He paused, checking his watch. Why was he so distracted?

"Everything okay?" I asked, trying to see the notification that popped up on the tiny screen.

"Yeah…"

I studied him, his body completely still until he picked my up, my small broken frame being lifted off the ground as he carried me to bed. My breath catching as I was surprised by the motion.

"I can walk…" I jested and he ignored me, the muscles in his jaw twitching as he clenched his teeth together tightly. Something was wrong…

"You should rest baby girl. I'll be back soon." He placed me gently on the mattress, the duvet beneath me soft on my bruised skin. "And just to make sure you don't hurt yourself…" he leaned under the bed and grabbed some handcuffs, slapping them on one wrist before securing me to the metal bed post.

"What the hell?!"

I didn't receive a reply right away, just a solid fist against my cheekbone, my head smacking against the frame before I slumped against the pillows, one arm remaining rigid in the cuffs.

"Watch. Your. Fucking. Mouth." He growled as I blinked away the haze, the sensation of a warm liquid dripping from the top of my scalp and down the side of my cheek and ear.

"I'm…" I paused, whispering. "Sorry…"

He didn't say another word, he just turned to leave and when he reached the door I called out to him again and he stopped.

"Hey Chris…what were those pain pills?"

He didn't face me, he just turned his head ever so slightly to gaze at me over his shoulder. Darkness in his eyes. His muscles tight with some unsaid emotion.

"Just some ibuprofen. Get some rest."

And with that he left, slamming the door shut and locking all the chains on the other side. A step that was kinda redundant due to the very obvious fact of me being restrained to the bed.

"Fuck…"

I lifted my free hand, my fingers sliding into the liquid on my skin before I lowered it into view, bright crimson blood dripping from my finger tips as my stomach turned. I lunged forward, dry heaving repeatedly as I hoped whatever he gave me would exit my body but unfortunately, as everything else had gone today, it did not go my way.

I just needed to believe that he still wanted me alive. That the pills were some mild pain killer. If not, Ted might not be my knight in shining armor after all and he would just fight the dragon to find his princess in an everlasting sleep. Never to awake again.