A bed.

I was on a bed. How the hell did I end up on a bed? The last thing I could remember is sitting in that uncomfortable chair. I was currently sitting up in a very confused state, looking around the room, as I could feel my hair going in different directions, probably looking like a hot mess.

Was I even in the same room? I don't remember there being a bed in the room I was in before? Then again, I couldn't see the whole room either. I pulled the blanket back, finally getting a better look at my bandaged legs. My right calve was swollen, I could see some bruised skin peeking out from under the gauze. The same could be said for my left thigh as well.

I pushed some hair out of my face, cringing as I felt a scabbed-over wound on my forehead, close to where my right temple was at. Probably bruised as well, I thought to myself as I could feel how swelled it was.

Sighing, I gently eased my left leg over the side of the bed, as I turned my body to repeat the process with my right leg. I groaned out as I brought myself into a standing position, even though my shaking legs were screaming out at me to stop.

I felt so weak right now; I felt like my legs were going to give out on me at any moment. I took a shaky step forward, gritting my teeth as my wounds began to throb. Maybe I should've stayed in bed, I thought as I took another step forward.

I took another step forward, only to have something yank at my right leg, causing me to fall to the ground, screaming out in pain. What the hell just tripped me? I looked down at my leg to see a chain was wrapped around my right ankle, which was connected to the bed.

Just great!

This is all I needed. How was I supposed to find a way out of here now? I was halfway into a sitting position when the door to the room flew open, revealing Shawn and Scarface. Scarface had an irritated look on his face as he made his way over to me, with Shawn right on his heels.

"Going somewhere?"

"Bathroom," I signed. It's not like it was a total lie. I did have to pee.

"She needs to use the restroom," Shawn said.

"I see," Scarface said as he pulled out a key from the pocket of his sweatpants.

He walked over to where my ankle was chained up at, unlocking the shackle, before removing it.

"Come on."

He wrapped my arm around his shoulders, helping me up into a standing position. We slowly walked across the room before walking out into the hallway.

We passed two doors before finally stopping in front of a grey door. Scarface reached forward, opening the door, before reaching in to flip the light switch, lighting up the once dark room.

He helped me into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind us. My body tensed as he helped me across the room. Why did he lock the door? Why was he still in here with me?

"Here, hold on to the wall," he said as he let go of me.

I reluctantly held onto the wall, watching as he moved behind me. He grabbed ahold of the waistband of my underwear as he began to pull them down. Panic soared through me as I quickly let go of the wall, desperately trying to cover myself.

I didn't even realize that I was falling until he reached up to catch me.

"I said to stay still, God dammit," he yelled out.

"Sorry," I signed, hoping he understood.

"It's fine," he mumbled out, catching me by surprise.

I thought he didn't know sign language? Isn't that why he has Shawn around?

Scarface let out a deep breath. He moved closer to me, wrapping his arms around me as he helped me down onto the toilet.

"Take off your shirt," he said.

"Hmm?" I hummed out.

"I need your shirt, so take it off."

I shook my head no. If I did that I would be completely naked, and I had a feeling this jackass was a pervert.

"You're covered in dirt and dried blood. I need to get you cleaned, so you either take it off yourself, or I'll come over there and do it myself," he said, his tone firm.

I let out a shaky breath as I reached down, taking the hem of my shirt into my trembling hands. I looked up to see that he was still staring at me. I looked away from him as I took off my shirt, quickly covering my bare breast before he could see too much.

With my one free arm, I held out my dirty shirt. He walked over to me, taking my shirt and underwear.

"I'll be right back," he said as he walked over to the door. Unlocking it before walking out into the hallway, closing the door behind him.

I sat there for a minute, staring at the door, before doing my morning business. This was so humiliating. I felt so bare and exposed right now.

Well, I guess technically I was, I thought as I looked down at my naked form. I had just finished wiping when the door opened, as Scarface walked back into the room, locking the door again.

He walked over to one of the counters, setting down a stack of clean clothes, bandages, and a first aid kit. He also put down what looked like bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.

Scarface turned his attention towards me before walking over to the shower. I could hear the squeaking of the shower faucets, as water began to pour out of the showerhead. The water ran for a few more seconds before he turned it off. He turned away from the shower as he walked over to where I was at.

"Give me your arm," he said.

I stared at him for a second, before stretching my arm out towards him. He took hold of my arm, wrapping it around his neck before his other arm went under my knees. He picked me up as if I weighed nothing to him. He walked us over to the shower. Where I noticed there was a shower chair inside, as well as a bucket of water.

He eased me down onto the shower chair before turning away from me. He walked over to the counter, picking up the bottle of shampoo and conditioner.

"Lean your head back," he said as he picked up the retractable shower head.

I leaned my head back as he pulled my hair back, letting it fall over the back of the shower chair. He turned the water on as he began to wet my hair. Once my hair was soaked, he applied the shampoo first, massaging it into my scalp before rinsing it out. He coated my hair with conditioner, untangling some of my less severe tangles with his fingers before rinsing it out.

He rang the excess water out of my hair before turning the water off. He walked back over to the counter, picking up a bottle of body wash and a washcloth. He walked back over to me, dipping the rag into the bucket of water before pouring body wash onto the cloth.

Scarface cut me a look before he started to scrub my body. This was so humiliating. He could've just let me do this. I do know how to clean myself! He started to rinse off my body, making sure to not get my bandages wet.

Once he was done, he picked up the towels and began to dry me off. When he was done, he helped me into a standing position as he began to dress me.

"Try to be still," he said, as he unwrapped the bandages on my legs.

He cleaned my wounds before dressing them again, making sure they were wrapped well before helping me into a pair of sweat pants.

"Come on," he said as he had me wrap my arm around his neck again.

He unlocked the door as we walked out into the hallway. We walked down the hallway before we were in 'my' room again. He helped me over to the bed I had been in early. I eased down onto the bed, letting out a sigh of relief.

I didn't do much earlier, but it was enough to make me sorer than I had been earlier.

"I told him not to be so rough on you," he mumbled out as his hand grazed over the wound on my head.

I gave him a curious look as he removed his hand, clearing his throat before saying.

"Shaun will be here in a few minutes to give you something to eat. Try not to get into trouble, OK?"

Scarface gave me a stern look as he turned away from me. He walked across the room, exiting the room before locking the door.

I sat there staring at the door, trying to wrap my head around what had just happened. Why was he being so nice? It made me feel really uneasy.

I pushed myself back further onto the bed, stretching my legs out. It was only then that I realized he hadn't chained me up again.

But why?

Was he trying to test me? Or was he fucking with me?

I fell backward onto the bed, letting out an annoyed groan. I don't know what's going on anymore. I feel so lost and vulnerable right now.

I just wanted to go home.