Jamie and I sit in an almost awkward silence for a few minutes. I wonder to myself if he's reconsidering how he views last week. Does he still think we just had sex now that he's heard my point of view.

Yes, he does, because he moves on from it like it was a trivial business matter.

He examines my face, coming over to me and moving it side to side so he can get a good look at it. I haven't tried to look it over, but I can imagine how bad it is. He sighs, not so much in sorrow or regret, but in annoyance that he's going to have to help.
"Don't move."

He steps back, leaving the room with the door wide open. There would be no point in moving anyway, he's locked the front door, and I don't fancy my chances from the balcony at this height.

He comes back in, an ice pack and small towel in hand.
"Put that over your eye. You need to stop that bleeding."

"It probably needs stitches...and my arm, it's bad, you're going to have to let me see a doctor Jamie."

"Not a hope Izzy."

"Jamie please, I won't say anything! I'll say I fell, or I was mugged or something. I won't tell anybody it was you."

"I said no, we can look after it here."

"How? It needs an X-ray."

He checks out my shoulder, reaching out and touching it. Every tiny brush causes me pain, but he has an idea.
"I saw my cousin reset his brother's arm once when we were kids. We were all playing a game
of football in his backyard, he fell on his shoulder trying to get a touch down. It was gross actually, the whole thing was hanging down. My cousin just pulled his arm up over his head and it popped right back in. I can try it."

"Are you insane? You can't do that!"

"It shouldn't hurt that much, not as much as it does now."
His indifference about it is more unnerving than it is comforting. He has no idea how much it will hurt, how much it does hurt! And he doesn't care.

"Jamie are you hearing yourself? You're not a doctor, this needs medical attention."

"Listen, you either let me do it or you just deal with it Izzy because you're not going anywhere near a hospital."

This is crazy. What's his plan? To lock me in here forever?
"No, you're not touching me."

"Fine, suit yourself."
He shrugs and turns away from me, pulling the footstool out of the room and turning out the light before closing the door behind him.

What the hell?
"Wait! Where are you going?"

He turns the key in the door, locking me inside again.
"I'm tired, I need to get some sleep."

"Jamie! You said this was just while you cleaned up your leg! Let me out!"

"I never said I wouldn't leave you in there Iz, I just let you think I wouldn't. You made your bed, it's time to sleep in it."

I dart looks around the room in all of its darkness, is he really going to leave me in here all night?
"Jamie?...", I call out one more time.

"What?"

"Please." Sobs choke me as I beg him, he has to see how bad of an idea this is. 

"I don't want anymore noise from you Izzy, do I have to make that happen or will you save me the trouble?"
The threat alone silences me. I'm better off with the door between us.

"That's what I thought."
I hear his footsteps cross the room, along with the sound of the bedroom door closing. I'm not even sure if he's still inside the room until I hear the bed creek.
He's sleeping with me just on the other side of this door, bruised and bloodstained. How can he be so sick.

I have to be tired of asking that question. How can he be so cruel? How can he be so uncaring? How can he be so twisted? How can he be anything. Every time I think he won't take it further he manages to find a way. There's probably nothing he could do now that could surprise me really.

I have to sit here silently against the cold tile for hours. There's no way to get comfortable, there's no way I could sleep either. I just sit. The pain that shoots through my shoulder becomes more unbearable as the night wears on. It's like I can feel every nerve ending. If I had known he was really going to just leave me here I'd have let him try to set it, the pain is too much.

Still, I don't dream of waking him to ask. I just consider how long I might be here. What if he doesn't let me go? How long would it take people to realise? Easily days. It could be Friday before Will notices. Longer if Jamie manipulates the situation somehow.

Every now and again I check for any sign of light coming under the bathroom door, anything to show that it's getting bright out. Jamie will have to make a choice come tomorrow. The closer we get to daylight the more I become afraid of what that might be.

At some point he wakes. I hear him coughing, his feet padding across the floor. It's not even sunrise yet, so I know it's early for him. He doesn't check on me, I can only hear him a little bit after he leaves the bedroom. He's moving things around and pulling out drawers, at least that's what it sounds like.

After a while I hear him come to the room again.
"Izzy are you awake?"

"Yes."

"Move back from the door."
I do as he says, not that I could really rush him anyway, it would be pointless.
He unlocks the door and steps in. There's fresh stubble on his face, he looks tired though, so he mustn't have slept as well as it sounded.

"Did you sleep?"
He's so cold, it reminds me of a prison guard checking on their prisoner.

"No, I couldn't with this." I look to my arm, if he's planning to keep me here I'm not going to be able to put up with the pain.
"Do you really think you'd be able to put it back into place?"

"I can try."
His lack of confidence doesn't give me much reassurance, but if he can make it in any way better it could be worth it.
"Give me a second."
He steps back into the bedroom, looking around for something. He finds what he's after and comes back in, handing me a face cloth.

"Roll that up. You're going to need to bite down on it, and you'll need to try be quiet."
Fuck, is he serious? This is painful enough and now he expects me to quietly bare it?
"When you're ready, stand up and turn around."

I use my good arm to pull myself up, leaning on the toilet, my legs are weak from the lack of sleep, but I won't dare ask him to help me get up.
As I turn around I contemplate that this could be a trick if some sort, this could be his way of offing me without having to look me in the eye.

He comes close to me, touching the palm of my hand.
"I'm going to bring this hand up and over like you're reaching for your opposite shoulder blade alright? It should pop right back in."

"Are you sure it will work?"

"No. Use the cloth."

"I brace myself, wincing as he lifts the arm up and guides my palm over my head, before pulling it down my back. I can't help the screams that escape me, all I can do is clamp my teeth harder around the cloth.
He gives it one sharp tug and there's that popping noise again. Once he hears it he lets go, letting me fall forward, gripping my shoulder. It does feel better but god damn it hurt.

"That better?"

"Yeah. A bit." I hope he's not expecting any thanks.

"Good, go sit down by the shower."
I move myself across the room, sitting on my butt and facing him.

"What's going to happen here Jamie? If you're not going to let me go. What are you going to do?"

"I'm not sure yet." He runs his hand down the doorframe, refusing to look at me.

"You can't keep me here. You know that much right? And if you... if you do anything to me, people will know."

"Oh you made sure of that didn't you?"

"Yes, and I'm telling you that much to help you, you could ruin your whole life. I told enough people so that you couldn't possibly get away with it. Annie knows, Sarah and Mark know now too...if you do anything to me, you won't be able to hide it."

"Who says I want to hide it?"
Would he be that intent on revenge? To kill me and not care of the consequence for himself?

"Are you prepared to go to jail for it?"

"Does any of that even need to happen?"

"What other option is there?"

He mulls it over before shrugging his shoulders.
"You'll know when I figure that out."
He continues to stand there, thinking. It's painfully sinister.

"You left a name off of your little list of people that you told, was there a reason for that?"

Will. Of course he picked up on that. I left him out because I don't want him to become any part of this, I want Jamie to think I don't even consider him, but he points out how stupid that was.

"You say there's nothing going on there Izzy but you intensionally don't bring him to my attention when you should...do you see the error you made there?"

"Or maybe it's because he means nothing to me Jamie. There is nothing there, there never has been."

"I don't know if I've ever believed that, no matter how much you say it."
He places his hands on his hips, his shadow casting over me.
"I've got all day to think it over I guess."

"All day? You not leaving me here all day Jamie!"

"It's cute that you think you've a say in that Izzy, but I need to go to work, and you can't be trusted."

"People will be looking for me!"

"What people? You've no work, I don't recall you saying you had plans other than the lies about having classes. Who's waiting on you Iz?"

I have to think fast, if he believes someone is waiting he might get cold feet.
"I was meant to meet Annie."

"Well, it's a good thing I have this then isn't it?"
He pulls my phone from his pocket, the screen is cracked from all of the mess last night, but it clearly still works.
"I need your passcode, at least you made that one hard to crack huh?"

He must think I'm completely stupid.
"No...you're not getting away with this Jamie."

"Passcode Izzy. We both know I'll get it, let's not make your arm pop back out in the process."

"No, I'm not doing this, I'm not staying in here."
I stand to feet, insisting he lets me leave.

He shoots across the room, the speed in which he turns from somewhat normal to rough is almost impressive. He pins me to the tiles behind, pressing his thumb into the open wound above my eye, a surge of agony rips through me as it immediately starts to gush blood down my face.
"Passcode, now!", he spits,

"5149! It's 5149."

He drops his hands, letting me fall back to the floor.
"There, that wasn't so hard was it? I don't know why you always have to put up such a fight, it's like you enjoy making it hard on yourself."

I put my hand to my head, trying to stem the bleeding all over again.
He doesn't so much as look at me while he unlocks the phone, going straight to typing out a message.

I realise how strange Annie will find it considering we don't really have plans. I wonder if she might realise there's something not quite right. I should have just handed the passcode over and crossed my fingers.

Jamie glances up at me briefly, noticing how intently I'm watching him. He looks to the phone again but he's stoped typing.
"You know what...why don't I just wait until
I hear from her, then I'll tell her you forgot all about it."
Jamie locks the phone and slides it back into his pocket. Damn it, that might have been my only hope.

He checks his watch, I still have no idea of the time, only that it's now almost light out.
"I'll be back.", he mumbles.

He's only gone a minute or two, but when Jamie does come back his arms are filled with a bunch of stuff.
Snacks mostly, chips, bread, a bowl and some cereal, he even brought in the carton of milk from the fridge. 
"You have twenty minutes to eat as much as you want, but bare in mind this is all you'll eat until I get home later, so you should fill yourself up."

"You're really serious? You're really going to go to work and just leave me locked in here?"

"I don't have a choice, I need to be there today."

"You do have a choice! You can let me go!"

"Twenty minutes Izzy, get eating!"
He leaves and closes the door again. I can't even think about eating with the blood pouring from my head like this. I grab a clump of tissue and press it to the cut, it's not long before that's soaked in blood and I have to do it over again.

I don't take any chances on the food situation, I'm not sure why he doesn't just leave some in here but regardless, I pour a bowl of cereal and try to eat it. The turning in my stomach makes it near impossible and by the time he comes back I've barely managed half.

"Sorry", he shrugs as he takes the bowl away, "times up."
He moves the food into the bedroom and comes back in, carrying things with him that seem a whole lot scarier.
"I wasn't sure if we had duct tape or not, but you keep the tool box well stocked I'll give you that. I was banking on having some chain but the rope will do."

Duct tape? Wait a second...

Turning toward me, he lifts the rope, holding it out toward my hands.
"Listen, I don't want to do this, just so you know. But this is on you. I have no choice, I can't trust you to stay quiet."

I realise now what he's doing. I quickly back up as he steps toward me.
"No! You can't do that to me Jamie please! Please I'll stay quiet I promise! Don't do that!"

"There's no point fighting it Izzy, I can't leave you here without it."
He pulls me toward the toilet, pushing me down.

I begin to cry, making him sigh in agitation.
"Give me your hands."

"No, no you can't do this! Please, just stay home, I'll be quiet I promise!"

"I can, and I have to, I'll come back as soon as Im freed up."
He comes down beside me, wrapping the rope in under and around the toilet bowl a few times, forming a knot.
He takes the remainder of it and brings it up to bind my hands together far too tightly.
"There should be enough slack for you to be able to use the bathroom if you need it, but you won't be able to reach anything else so don't waste your time, you'll only burn your wrists from pulling."

I grasp at his shirt with my fingers, desperately pleading with any part of him that might still be good.
"This is wrong Jamie! You need to think about this! What about tomorrow and the next day! Is this what you'll do? It won't work!"

He easily brushes my fingers away, reaching for the duct tape.
"I need you to open your mouth now Izzy."
Jamie reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small cloth, one I usually remove my makeup with.
I watch, completely terrified as he rolls it up.

"No! No, stay away from me!"
I kick my legs out towards him, yanking on the rope as hard as I can, doing whatever I can to keep him back.

He effortlessly bypasses my legs, taking a hold of one and using it to pin down the other before keeping it in place with his knee.
He leans over me while I try to scream, wishing anyone would hear me as he pushes the cloth past my teeth and into my mouth, making me gag in response. 

"You need to stop that, if you make yourself sick when I'm not here you'll choke!"

I can barely make him out through the tears pouring from my eyes. I wish I were anywhere but here.

Jamie adjusts the cloth, leaving some of it hanging out of my mouth before lifting the duct time, pulling at it as quick as he can so I can't spit the gag out. He forces a strip on over the cloth before picking up the roll again, he places the end over my mouth and then begins to wrap it around the back of my head, then he does it again, and two more times after that.

It's far too tight, the sticky backing drags and pulls at my skin, but all he does is check that my nose is uncovered and then stands back up.
"There's two things you need to know. The first is that if you vomit, you're dead. The second is, if I get back and find that you've in any way tried to move or loosen that tape or rope, you're dead then too."

I groan toward him, wanting to communicate somehow, but he won't even look at me.
He takes a look around the room, making sure he's left nothing behind him, then he leaves, locking the door.
Leaving me in complete darkness again as I cry after him.