I woke up in the dark with my head heavy and painful. When I try to sit up, it immediately starts spinning around. God. It's just as if I violently hurt my head before falling asleep.

No. I didn't fall asleep. I passed out.

Shit, shit, shit. I now remember. Me running up the dark corridor, this twisted guy trying to catch up with me, I then reached the stairs and the door at the top, but it was locked and I fainted.

I failed. Once again.

I straighten up in a hurry on that same old mattress, feeling nauseous as I realise that I just came back to the starting point. But when I try to get up and walk to the door of my cell and pound on it and call for help, I am holding back by the rope around my wrists. I pull on it but there is nothing I can do; it gets tighter each time.

My mouth fells agape when I understand; he fucking fastened me to a ring in the wall. As if it wasn't enough to lock me in that cell, he now prevents me to move from my bed. He has limited my liberty once more and this is the last straw. I feel my eyes filling up with tears and they soon start to roll down my cheeks. I cry for everything I have suffered from the beginning, everything he has told me and done to me. I cry because I have no hope anymore and this unpleasant feeling overwhelms my whole body as I start to go into spasm.

"Babygirl, why are you crying? Don't cry, please." a husky voice says in the dark.

I jump from surprise, still feeling the salty taste of my tears in my mouth. I recognise this voice. It's his voice. I look all around me but I can't even see his silhouette in the dark. How long has he been here for?

I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand and sniff as I try to calm down, but as soon as I start speaking I just start crying again. I feel so helpless.

"Grace, my name is Grace." I remember him though I'm sure he hasn't forget this. "And I cry because I'm tired and I'm drained emotionally and physically! I cry because you scare me and because I maybe won't ever get out of here. You treat me like a goddamn slave and you dare asking me why I am crying?! I thought you loved me!" I cry. I tell him everything that weighs on my heart even if I know this won't make him change his mind.

"But I do love you, Grace. I love you so much." he says in a very low voice and that sends me chills down my spin. His tone sounded like he really thought what he was saying, but I wonder how he can love me if he doesn't even know me. This is crazy. But I decide to play his game.

"Then you should respect me and let me go." I say and I pause to think about what I am going to say next. "If you love a flower, let it be. Do not pick it up to keep it and bring it home with you because it would fade and die."

I am pretty satisfied with my idea and the image of the flower suits perfectly to what happens to me.

"You don't understand, I want what is best for you." he speaks in a very calm voice as if he was talking to a child and that upsets me even more.

"You don't know what is best for me! You don't even know me. I miss my family so much, they know me, you don't!" I yell at him as I feel the tears in my eyes again.

"But I am your only family now." he says with a very calm voice. I can then hear him approaching me as his feet rub the beaten earth floor when he walks.

"No, you are not! Let me go!" I scream and I just want to throw myself on him and slap him in the face, kick him and punch him in the chest and scratch him over and over again. I want him to be in pain and to suffer as much as he makes me suffer.

"Don't think you'll ever get out of here!" he suddenly lashes back at me. "You can't! You won't! You belong to me, Grace Rosenbach! Do you hear me? To me!" he screams like a mad person and he scares me so much that I back up on the mattress until my back hits the wall behind me. I start to tremble. He frightens me because I don't know what his limits are. What if he completely lose it?

"Then kill me! Please, kill me!" I beg, crying. "I don't want to leave here any longer. Please. I'd rather die." My last sentence came out of my mouth in a shaky breath. I haven't thought about that before and the idea of putting an end to that suffering is coming out of nowhere. But, to be honest, now that I think of it, I must say it wouldn't be a bad idea. I have no hope anymore anyway.

My eyes have slowly got used to darkness and I can now distinguish his tall figure. He takes a step backwards and seems chocked when I mention death. Realisation hits him and he suddenly calms down. His chest is going up and down very quickly and I think I can read panic on his face.

"No. No, I won't kill you. I don't want that. I don't want you to die. I love you." he says in a worried tone.

He immediately comes closer. He walks towards the mattress and even kneels down on it. He has never been this close to me before. I try to go backwards again, but I can't, the wall behind me is preventing me from escaping. Not mentioning the fact that my hands are still tied up with a rope fastened to the wall.

He is getting closer, so close to me that I can't even breathe properly. I just want and need him to go away. But he sits there on the sheets, just a few inches away from me.

I'm like a crumpled up piece of paper lying here and he just stares at me for a while. I say nothing until his hand reaches for my cheek.

"Don't touch me!" I scream and that surprises him. He removes immediately his hand as I keep crying in silence. "I hate you." I say in a whisper.

"I know, Grace. I know you do." he confesses and sighs. Then, he gets up and walks to the heavy door of my cell. I am relieved he finally gives me some space. His presence was suffocating me. "But I wish you don't." he says before walking out and leaving me alone in the dark.

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After a few hours - or at least after what it feels like a few hours - the door opens again in a grinding noise. I raise my head to look up at him. I don't fear him beating me for looking at him anymore, I don't think he'll ever do that again.

"It's time." he says in a low voice and I immediately know he is referring to shower time.

He walks towards my mattress and kneels down to untied the rope around my wrists. For the first time since I'm here, I can move my hands however I want to. And for the first time since I'm here, I feel thankful towards him. I gently rub my painful and chafe writs with my fingers to take the pain away.

"Come on, let's go." he says to me and I follow him out the room.

We walk towards the bathroom and just as every time we are passing by, I can't help but looking up at the heavy door at the top of the stairs. It must be locked, it's hopeless to think that I could get away by this door one day.

However, there's still one door I haven't already tried before. I see it when we reach the bathroom because it's a bit further down the corridor and I wonder what it could hide away. With a bit of luck, there's an air duct in that room or something that could lead me outside. I have already searched everywhere in my cell, there is nothing to help me getting out.

As the brown-headed boy is unlocking the bathroom's door, I suddenly rush towards the unknown door just a few meters away. He immediately notices that I run away and starts running after me.

"Grace! Grace, come back here! You need to have a wash!" he calls my name.

Not today, you perv.

I'm rather happy with my idea when I reach for the door handle to open it because this one isn't locked. I feel a huge wave of relief and happiness as I already imagine myself running away from that prison.

"No, Grace! Not this door! Don't-" he screams, but it's too late I already opened it.

I quickly find the switch on the wall and turn it on. The bulb on the ceiling spreads a whitish light and lights up the room. I widen my eyes and my mouth fells agape as soon as I can see and recognise what's in front of me. He has already caught up with me, but I don't care, it isn't about running away anymore. I am just standing there, completely speechless at the sight in front of me.

This is a real shock.

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Hi lovelies! I am so happy with this chapter! I hope you enjoyed reading it! I'm so sorry for the mistakes, feel free to correct me!

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