Okay, so I've decided that I will try to update every week until this story is complete. Or perhaps twice a week, like so =). Also if you notice some inconsistencies in language or anything else, that's my bad. I'm trying to make it as real to the time as possible. Any suggestions are welcome.

This means thoughts. "This means speech."

Warning: use of offensive language (rated M remember?)

now onward with the chapter...

?'s POV

I felt as if I was sinking in tar, fighting back to the surface. Struggling to return to the world of consciousness. My body felt like it was on fire, my throat was itchy. The blood was rushing in my ears. I tried to move but my limbs were heavy like lead. Everything was spinning, the nausea was overwhelming. Then all I knew was darkness once again.

Voices. A man and woman, they spoke only in hushed whispers; but even that scraped my ears like sandpaper. I wanted to tell them to be quiet. My head was throbbing, and I ached down to my bones. I was freezing, yet I could feel the sweat covering my body. I could feel the weakness throughout my entire body, I doubted I could move at all. My throat was dry, it felt like I hadn't had a drink of water in days. Which was probably true. I wanted to beg these strangers for water, to reach out and make them see that I was awake!

Water please... The thought echoed in my head, like a mantra. Unable to speak the words, I managed to left out a soft moan.

At the sound, the whispers stopped. Something I was thankful for, my head was throbbing fiercely. I was sure they had left when a hand gently touched my forehead, followed by a wet cloth being held up to my lips. The drops of water it released did little to sate my thirst. As if reading my mind, the stranger brought the cloth back up to my lips; this time with more water captured inside it. After drinking the water gratefully, I could feel the drowsiness setting back in. A man's voice carried to my ear, it was beautiful. Angelic even.

"Shh..Sleep now, ma' petite." He sung softly into my ear.

Yes, yes. Of course you're right angel. I thought tiredly, before passing out again.

The pounding in my head woke me, followed by the soreness of my face. I lifted my arm to my face. Only to find it I couldn't move it. A silk cloth was tied around both of my wrists; holding me down.

What the fuck was this?! Oh god! What's going on!?

I pulled at the bonds on my wrists, and tried to move my legs. A thicker strap was across my thighs, holding me down to the bed. I couldn't move, I was trapped. Again. Struggling into a sitting position, my ribs screamed at me in protest. The pain left me breathless and my eyes opened in shock.

Darkness, the blackness seemed never ending. I blinked repeatedly, trying to focus on something, anything. A shiver went through my body, making me acutely aware of my lack of clothing. A piece of fabric was wrapped around my chest, covering only my breasts. The silk sheet that was covering me was bunched up at my waist. I pulled harder at my restraints, desperately trying to break free. Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.

I was free. Free! How could this happen?! I whimpered pathetically. The straps on my wrist were rubbing painfully, ripping the wounds back open. I could feel myself start to bleed, but I refused to stop struggling. My chest was starting to constrict, a warning of the oncoming panic attack. The silence was unbearable, being tied down in the darkness, alone. I cried out in fear, before releasing a terrified scream. I shook in terror, gasping at much needed air. Panic overtook my body, and I could no longer breathe. I fell back onto the bed, and into a hysterical fit.

Then light! The curtains were thrown open by a man; his tall intimidating figure sent a new wave of terror through me. He bent down toward me, his hand reaching out. I closed my eyes tightly in fear. The restraints on my wrists were released, and I immediately reached for my throat. My eyes shot open, having trouble focusing on the man. His mouth was moving, but all I could hear was the blood rushing to my head.

He reached out and yanked me into a sitting position. I pushed against his chest, my frail body being no match for his strength. While holding me against his chest with one arm, the other rubbed circular motions on my back. I wanted to push him away, beg him not to touch me. The pain in my chest and ribs worsened the more I resisted.

"Breathe. Calm down, ma' petite. You must breathe," He spoke softly into my ear.

I am trying you fool! I wanted to shout, focusing more on his words. The tears continued to stream down my cheeks, while my hands tried to desperately claw at something.

"Deep breaths. Focus on me, on my words. Breathe in, breathe out. Listen to me!" His voice commanded. The tone was deep and mesmerizing, begging me to obey.

"Listen to me! Breathe in, now out. Focus only on me. That's it, ma' petite. Breathe in, now out..." I gave in, his words successfully taking control of me. I could focus only on his words, on the rise of his chest. Mimicking his pattern, obeying his words. The pressure of the strap disappeared; releasing my legs.

Slowly, I came back to myself. Aware that I was pressed tightly to this strangers chest, his arms wrapped around me. My fingers were still clenched tightly on his shirt, which was white. A fact I was know just noticing. Now that I was fully calm, I realized I had no where was I was. Or who was holding me. I pulled my hands back, as if burnt. I struggled to break free of his grasp.

Once free, I scurried back and hit the headboard painfully. While staring wide eyed at the strange man in front of me, I opened and closed my mouth dumbly. Wanting to say something but no sound would come.

What's happening? Who are you? Where am I? Did you tie me up?! What's wrong with me, I feel so sick. I struggled to remember what happened last, it came back in flashes. The men that chased me, being caught and hit, running, then nothing. Now I'm here. Did they catch me?! Is he one of them, or did he save me. No wait, he tied me up. He wants to hold me captive too, he's just like them!

I glared at him, willing my tears to stop. They will not have any more of my tears. I had accepted help, took comfort from this monster. Never again. The humiliation burned my entire being, enforced by the fact that I was basically naked. The fabric that was wrapped around my chest was a dark blue and soft. The same fabric was wrapped around my hips, covering my lower half in a make-shift skirt. Setting my face in stone, refusing to give this monster anymore of myself. I tensed my body, prepared to fight. He must have noticed the change in my eyes, and backed off the bed slowly. He kept his hands out, palms facing up, showing me he meant no harm. It was then I noticed the mask. I do not know how I missed it.

It was white porcelain, and covered half his face.

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