Jack. Day Nine - 12:43

Nothing could shake the feeling that when it came to Alex, something just wasn't right. He just wasn't himself anymore, he felt too human, too real, and part of me couldn't help but insist that this was entirely my fault. There was still a shred of rationality that persistently kept my sanity alive by reassuring me that it wasn't, but no matter how loud the rational voice shouted, the thoughts and suspicions wouldn't go away.

I hadn't discussed this with him of course, as I doubted that someone like him would take something like this very well at all. He'd probably scream, he'd freak the fuck out and quite possibly even kill me, because this was Alex and I needed to keep reminding myself that my murder was very much a possibility here, for my sanity at the very least.

It was just astounding how easy it was to forget that this was my kidnapper, the murderer, when it felt like this was just Alex, my Alex, whom I was certain I was more than slightly in love with.

And even as I sat across from him, shovelling badly cooked pasta into my mouth as excitedly as I could, I couldn't help but see that little flicker, that little glimpse, that little twitch, that just simply wasn't Alex. He was changing, and it scared me further, because I didn't know, and I even began to doubt that I would ever know what exactly was changing him. I didn't just want to know, in fact, I needed to, because really, I almost felt like I had to protect Alex, no matter what the cost. And if that wasn't toxic and dangerous, I don't know what was.

I think it scared me, because whatever could be fucking up Alex this bad, would definitely have more than a little impact on me.

I mean he'd cooked, for fuck's sake. In fact, he'd offered to cook, and it was nearly edible, which was practically celebrity chef world renowned cuisine for Alex. That of course, in no way diminished the fact the fact that it was more than a little unpleasant to eat.

"Jacky." I looked up frantically to be met with wide, unblinking eyes. His eyes looked horribly innocent and dangerously cute. This wasn't teddy bear cute, though, this was Alex cute, and Alex cute practically screamed, 'I know I murdered six people, but look at my sad little eyes, please forgive me,' and that fucking pout - don't even get me started.

"Y-Yes...?" I stuttered out; he was speaking with that tone of voice again, that tone of voice that particularly unnerved me, and he knew that it particularly unnerved me, which was precisely why he used it when he wanted to say something important, and wanted to patronise me about it - something he was annoyingly good at also.

"You're staring at me. Why are you staring at me? Please stop staring at me. It's unnerving." The words came out in a jumbled heap of barely coherent syllables and then I couldn't peal my eyes away from him. I was concerned; more than concerned in fact, he just quite simply hadn't been okay. Especially not since yesterday.

What was I saying? This guy was a murderer; of course he had never been and was not in any way whatsoever, okay. He'd killed people, for fuck's sake. I began to conclude that maybe, just maybe, I was going as crazy as he was. And that scared me, but then the wave of guilty hit me, and I was forced to be reminded of the fact that I was stupidly and painfully in love with the guy.

"Lex, I'm not staring at you." He raised his eyebrows in disbelief; he didn't believe me, but why should he? He was Alex, he was clever and he knew things about me that even I didn't know; he just knew how to read people, and generally not take any bullshit from anyone or anything ever. This was most certainly a skill I'd love to possess.

"Mmm..." Was the only response he could muster, and I was more of frustrated than concern by this point, which certainly didn't bode well for someone like me and someone like him.

"I'm not-" I began, but sure enough he did a good job of cutting me off.

"You sure about that? Because it sure as hell looks like it, Jacky." He sort of snapped at me, but he didn't look angry, he wasn't good at looking angry, he was good at being or looking anything really. He was just Alex. Alex was his own kind of person, if he could even be described as a person after everything he's done- no, I sound cruel and sociopathic; of course, he's still a person, he's just a person that messed up and is more than in needed of a little help.

"I'm just thinking, as I admire your face." He chuckled slightly, batting his eyelashes in a pompous manner. Thankfully he'd calmed down; flirting always seemed to do the trick. He was just Alex, when you ignored all of the murder and blood on his hands, and despite how dangerous that sounded, I just wanted it to be that way, I just wanted him to be my Alex, and for I to be his Jack and we could live happily ever after or some bullshit like that, but really, it could never work out like that, not ever, not really.

"Hmm... my face is quite admirable, if I were to be that narcissistic, you don't mind, though? Of course not, of course you don't- you wouldn't, I mean you're you - you're... Jack. You're Jacky-" He was speaking far too fast for me to not be worried. Was his whole body out of whack today, his heart not functioning properly or the like? I hadn't a clue, but really I needed to know. I really fucking needed to know.

"Alex!" He stopped, his eyes suddenly fixating on mine, "are you okay? Like really, even if it's nothing just tell me." I knew that getting the truth out of him was hardly an easy task, and that my attempt at the aforementioned would no doubtedly be fruitless, but that of course wouldn't prevent me from being just slightly disappointed when the inevitable occurred.

"Jacky, I'm fine." His voice came out in a rather blunt tone that reminded me of being hit by a small rock. He continued eating, his eyes stayed down for the remainder of the meal, and then I realised that I'd upset him. "You're the one that's not."

Those words hit like a large rock, a boulder, in fact. No, it was better described by being pelted with several boulders, maybe even being flung off a cliff into a rocky canon where I'd most certainly fall to my death, and was currently stuck with the sense of anti-gravity on the long way down, having left my stomach and the contents of it a top the aforementioned cliff, and was now just waiting in an uncomfortable limbo for my demise.

Upsetting Alex was an awfully foreign concept, yet one I'd been thrown into entirely over the past few days without any warning or instruction manual. It was like something really major had happened that I honestly just couldn't put my finger on, and now I was left with this mess of an Alex, and this mess of an Alex was quite frankly, well a mess, and was very easily going to get himself arrested, and I'd never see him again, which was beginning to become a thought I daren't let slip into my head, simply because I was working upon the logic that if I didn't believe in it then it simply didn't exist.

That logic of course, was very flawed, awfully flawed logic, but what else was I to do? Escape maybe? That was what I would have said a week ago, but Alex has changed my situation considerably, because a week ago, I wouldn't have dreamed of finding myself in a situation of feeling so much concern, so much affection, so much love, for someone like him.

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Alex - 13:46

In afterthought, the Mexiletine hadn't been the best of decisions, and somehow I'd managed to live through a bad overdose without my heart spontaneously combusting, which I was rather thankful for. What I was even more thankful for, was that Jack hadn't found my passed out state, and that I'd managed to recovered substantially before I heard his footsteps coming down the corridor. Those footsteps had practically startled me enough to wake me from a coma, his presence unnerved me terribly, especially when it had the sentience to walk about the place freely. I'd have to put a stop to that.

I really didn't like the fact that he could do that. I really didn't like the fact he could have walked in and seen me like that; he wouldn't take it well, and even now he suspected something was up and he didn't even have the full picture, but of course, that in no way would diminish his persistence, but I had to do something to prevent a similar situation springing up and potentially working out with an outcome I wasn't quite so keen on. He was terribly concerned about me, and in fact, it's beginning to concern me and that's something that I really do not like.

Humans were too curious for their own good, Jack especially, but I think- in fact, I know, that's why I seem to like him so much. I'd just have to restrain him a little, he was forgetting his place, his was forgetting that I was in charge, and that I was the one that could end his life with a snap of my fingers, and he was my captive, my victim, my slave. I owned him; I could make him do anything.

Anything.

I smirked; this thought both fascinated me and turned me on, because Jack was mine, and surely that had some sort of sexual benefits, because if it didn't then this whole kidnapping business was rather half hearted, and not really worth it overall. I needed to make this worth it, everything had to be worth it.

I think maybe I'd chain him up again; he needed restraints, he needed teaching a lesson, for my sake, so that I kept this stupid little emotions in order and wouldn't end up nearly killing myself by taking an overdose of pills that really do fuck up your heartbeat. I think quite frankly, that Mexiletine was maybe just one of the worst things I could have taken.

Mexiletine is used for: Treating certain types of life-threatening irregular heartbeat. Mexiletine is an antiarrhythmic. It works by stabilizing the heart rhythm, which helps keep the heart from beating too fast or in an irregular rhythm.

Usual Adult Dose: 200 mg orally every 8 hours when rapid control of arrhythmia is not essential. As the severity of CNS side effects increases with total daily dose, the dose should not exceed 1200 mg/day.

I remember the one time I actually read the label, and fuck, I was lucky to have survived! But, that's because I've trained myself to survive - survival is my purpose, my goal. Jack is weak and has been far, far too lucky. He needs to learn who I am and what I could do to him, I just need to keep these fucking emotions at bay long enough to force the words from my mouth.

Smirking, I began to form a plan in my head; it'd all be so simple, and yet so ingenious, because, fuck, I was Alex Gaskarth, I knew what made people tick, especially people I knew well, especially people like Jack Barakat.

I just had to go out and get a few things first, but I'd need to restrain him first - god knows what he'd do know, fuck, maybe he'd even find the empty bottle of pills I'd left somewhere I just can't remember, and I certainly couldn't afford that happening.

So, I'd just need to fetch some old friends before I left. I'd have to go in that room again, and get those chains. I'm sure they missed his wrists by now.

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Jack - 15:28

The door opened with an ear splitting creak, and I nearly jumped off the sofa he'd insisted on chaining me to before he left. I hadn't a clue why he'd done so; I knew I'd upset him earlier, but I didn't think I'd upset him this much, which in turn, led me to suspect a superior motive, because when it came to Alex, when was there not one?

It just upset me a little, because I thought we were getting somewhere, and now I felt like I was back to day one, just with comfier seating - something I certainly wasn't going to complain about, because if I did, there was no doubt that Alex would amuse himself with ridding me of it, maybe even going to the extreme of burning his own sofa just to spite me. He was that kind of guy.

Despite my irrational fears, there was no doubt it was Alex who had opened the door, and my logic was confirmed by the sound of his stupid little voice ringing through the room. It startled me a little at first, but I was just a little relieved at the sound of his voice booming through the room, that was of course, before I could recognise what he'd said.

"Scared you, did I, Jacky?" He had positioned himself so that I couldn't quite strain my neck into a position where I could see him from where I was chained up. He chuckled a little manically as I felt myself blush and I began to wonder if by some magic he could see my face. It was Alex, so I really wouldn't be just that surprised that if by some twisted miracle he could, because in the past nine days, I'd just given up on being at all surprised by anything.

You couldn't blame me though; hot guy at my brother's party had turned into my kidnapper and a serial killer. I was going through some confusing shit, okay?

"N-No... You- you didn't." I downright lied, and of course he knew I was lying, and his chuckle only existed to confirm my suspicions. I think maybe I couldn't take the hit to my ego if I admitted it, and Alex just loved to play with my emotions like that.

"Awh, Jacky. It's okay, baby." He strolled over to the front of the sofa and grinned at me with those big brown eyes. "I'm here now." I was more than aware of that, and despite the sugary sweetness of his voice, there was something off and I just couldn't place what, regardless I continued forward in the most logical path of conversation.

"Uhh... the chains?" I gestured with my head towards the metal binds that ensnared me, pushing my helpless form up against the sofa. It was more comfortable than the room I'd been previously locked in for several days prior, but the room didn't have Alex, watching me, smug and proud, and that was something that was painstakingly uncomfortable, and really wasn't doing any favours for my self-conscious tendencies.

"No, Jacky - not now. You've been out of them far, far too long." He ran two icy cold fingers down my cheekbones and along my jawline making me shiver under his frost touch. "I've been spoiling you." Fuck... He was so cold against my skin that had been complacently heated to room temperature, compared to his skin that hadn't lost the cold outside wind's prickle - something I hadn't experienced for nine days now.

I gulped, my mind suddenly beginning to wonder as to where a situation like this could end up. He simply chuckled, my fear exciting him, even turning him on slightly... or was I just imagining that? Part of me prayed I was, and part of me prayed I wasn't. Because I did love to see him turned on, and there was the fact that he was awfully attractive, but I couldn't help but remember just how this had all ended up last time. Even the thought sent shivers down my spine more powerful than anything two ice cold fingers could ever induce upon me.

"Alex, I thought you trusted me-" My words were cut off by a maniacal chuckle, and I began to wonder if suddenly I'd gotten the Alex I first met back, and then my mind began to wonder if we'd have to go through everything I'd passed through in this sickening ordeal one more time. Alex was horribly manipulative and I began to wonder if this was all just one big game to him - a power play maybe. Perhaps he just wanted to show me that there'd never be anything real between us, because he was too mad, too chaotic, too in control.

"That's where you're a hundred percent correct, Jacky." He stood half a metre away from me, looking down on me in a very unnerving manner. I was more than a little confused by his answer, and I felt an eyebrow rising slightly. Nothing added up, but really did it ever? I shrugged it off, deciding it'd be best not to dwell on things of this nature.

"I-I am...?" He smirked as words tumbled out of my mouth in a mess comparable to my attempts at cooking. I winced as memories from before hitting me like a tidal wave. "Y-You trust me?"

I sounded ridiculous, like a fourteen year old girl after losing her best friend and gaining another one within five seconds simply due to the sheer amount of gossip she had locked away in her poor excuse for a brain, ready to release at any moment to captive people and slowly reel them in.

"No, Jacky - I don't." I was horribly confused and my insides felt like they were spontaneously collapsing in on each other. "The word you used was 'trusted'. I trusted you, but I don't trust you. Not anymore." Fuck? The fuck? The fuck? The fuck? What had I done? Just what had I done? I wished he'd stop being stupidly cryptic and just tell me for once.

I couldn't breathe; my lungs had entirely lost their functionality and they just refused to engage in the transportation and consumption of oxygen.

I couldn't speak; the lack of oxygen, I think was to blame for this, my whole body panicking in order to restore my respiratory system and completely forgetting to send any kind of signal down to my throat.

"Why?" Was the only word appropriate and the only word I could manage to force through my dry lips. I sounded ridiculous and both of us knew it, but I was hardly in the mood to care.

"You know why, Jacky." I knew nothing, except that I had fucked up. I'd fucked up, I'd fucked up Alex. "You changed me, to save yourself-" Whoa, wait what? What was he suggesting? Alex was an enigma: I could just about never get my head around him, not ever, and especially not now.

"Alex-" I tried, but of course he wouldn't let me finish, he wouldn't even let me try.

"Shut it, whore!" Those words hit me like a tidal wave. He'd only ever spoke to me exactly like that once before and it was in the grimmest of situations. The aforementioned situation came back to my head all at once and everything hurt. My heart pounded and the only thing I could heart was the overly amplified sound of my heartbeat, leaving myself sat there, waiting, until it finally burst my eardrums and the pressure released rebounded and cut off my blood circulation entirely.

"You didn't want to die- fuck; I should kill you for that. You stupid, fucking, human. Humans are all the same; they're all selfish little creatures, but no, I won't kill you, because, oh dear Jacky, we can have much more fun than that, can't we?" He snarled at me, and within an instant I knew what was coming, I knew exactly what was coming - it was going to happen again, and I knew there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop someone like Alex when he was as determined as this, but, of course, that would never stop me from trying. I was persistent little creature, and a stupid one at that.

"You want to fuck me again?" I emphasised the word that would hurt the most in a desperate plea to provoke a vaguely human response from Alex. This of course wouldn't work and even as I desperately attempted it, I knew it all too well, but I couldn't stop myself; the human instincts to try and save myself, it was all natural to me, but so alien to Alex. That unnerved me, scared me even, the most out of everything.

He didn't say anything; he just looked at me through glaring eyes, before turning around momentarily. He turned around long enough to be suspicious of just what he was doing, but not quite long enough for me to do anything significant about my situation. Every action of his was just so perfectly planned and co-ordinated like that. He just knew how everything and everyone worked and one of his pastimes was to excessively flaunt that fact.

He turned back around with a stupid smirk and a roll of duct tape. He made no hesitation in placing a strip over my mouth. Fuck. What the hell was going on in that ridiculous brain of his? I'd kill to know- Bad joke. Far too relevant. Maybe this is what killing does to you? Heightens your senses with the constant rush of adrenaline, and makes you into this fear driven monster that'll do anything to avoid being caught. Manipulation, abuse, kidnap, robbery- nothing is considered taboo when you're a murderer.

"That'll shut your little whiny princess mouth up won't it?" He chuckled to himself and I was left to watch with wide and startled eyes as to what he did next, because the duct tape was only the start of this all.

--RAPEY SMUT AHEAD, SO IF YOU DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE READING PLEASE DON'T AND CONTINUE FROM THE NEXT PART IN BOLD--

I was left to the irritation of muffled, helpless and downright useless screams and pleads as he pulled my jeans down in a manner that suggested he was adept at this kind of thing. Of course I had to assume someone as attractive as him wasn't a virgin before I'd met him, so really this all wasn't that unexpected, he was just unnervingly good at this kind of thing. Good enough to make me consider enjoying it, even if I was anything but consenting.

For someone who this had happened to before, I felt horribly and painfully exposed with my bare legs, and his hand working at removing me of the last layer of modesty that was my boxers. Not that anything with Alex was in anyway modest at all. He'd done a horribly good job at ensuring that.

He grabbed my member with one hand and stroked it up and down with the other, making me let out a muffled moan from underneath the duct tape. He looked up at me with an awfully smug expression plastered across his face, "that's right, Jacky. Who's in charge?" I couldn't answer with the duct tape over my mouth and I couldn't even gesture with my hands bound in chains; I should have known that this was the fact he was going to be taking advantage of.

Manipulation didn't mean anything to murderers, of course. It was just so easy to forget who he was and what he'd done, and quite frankly it was unimaginable to have to go through the rest of your life like that; with such a heavy burden of guilt, and the worst label slapped right across your forehead for you to always be reminded of whenever you looked in the mirror.

"I'm sorry, Jacky." He squeezed tightly on my member and I shuddered against him. He just chuckled; the whole process entertaining him far too much for my sanity's liking. "But, you know what? I didn't hear you." Of course, you didn't - this fucking duct tape really did make sure of that, didn't it?

Fuck, the bastard! I hate, hate, hate him, more than I could ever express or know. Hate was a strong word, and the perfect word to use for someone like him, because only the strongest of words could sum up exactly what I felt towards someone as vile and repulsive as Alex Gaskarth.

He let go momentarily and spun around once more, rummaging around in a draw for something, and I just dared not to think what. I think the worst part was the fact that I was getting rather sexually frustrated just left here with a more than slightly uncomfortable cock out in the open; part of me suspected that this was precisely why he was taking his time in finding whatever he was so intent on searching for.

That part of me was right, but really, of course it was. Nine days with Alex had given me an awfully large insight into just how that stupid head of his seemed to work.

"Ah." He turned around, grinning like a madman. "Found it. This is especially important, Jacky. You want to know why? Yes, you do. Don't deny it; I can hear you begging to know - I'm in control." It was only then that I realised as to what he was holding, what he had been so intent on searching for - a cock ring. "You should remember that, Jacky." I regretted upsetting him earlier so much now, even though I'd hardly said anything, I was paying for it, most certainly paying for it with everything I had left to give him.

I squirmed, protesting as he put it on me, but that in no way deterred his attempts; in fact, I think it made him all the more eager, I think seeing me struggle, seeing me weak even turned him on. "I know you don't like it, Jacky, but that's precisely why it's got to happen. I'm teaching you a lesson here. You can cum when I say, and only when I say." He was uncomfortably possessive, but he had kidnapped me, so if he was possessive enough to do that then really I'm not sure what I could expect that could be in anyway considered 'out of the ordinary'.

I gulped: knowing Alex, he was going to torture me and he was going to enjoy it, and his conscious would live off the fact he thought he was making me enjoy it too. He began to run what felt like thousands of icy cold fingers down my aching member. Fuck. I let out a series of muffled moans from under the duct tape and with every moan he only went slower; the harder I got, the longer he left me. He wasn't just a tease, he was the guy with a torture chamber somewhere in this house, and I was simply glad that wasn't what I was being exposed to now.

"You're fucking easy, Jacky; it's boring." He snarled at me, dragging his nails down my length and I winced under the itching sensation that was burning away at me down below. He wasn't shy in making me scream, making me howl in pain, in fact, I think he'd enjoy it, and that was what Alex was like. Psychopathic. I knew that by now, anyway.

"Did that hurt you, Jacky? Did it?" His face was millimetres away from mine, his eyes menacing and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me, but no, he wouldn't - I didn't deserve that, I didn't deserve him, and that was quite clear. I hadn't been good enough for him to even consider kissing me - the thought, in fact, was out of the question.

He ran his tongue down my length and then it happened; it jolted up, all at once and all too fast. And then he just smirked at me, playing with me, running his fingers along my length as and how he wanted. He loved it when he had proof, real physical proof that he was in control, that he was winning, and that he, he fucking owned me. He didn't just want me, he wanted a certificate display that he had me, just so he could hang in on the wall for me to look at every single day.

"Is that how this works, Jacky?" He squeezed far too tightly down on me, and I wanted to cum, I wanted to cum everywhere and all over his icy cold fingers, but I couldn't - not now, and not for a while; he'd made certain of that fact. "Do you want me to let you cum?" I nodded frantically, aching like hell. I needed to, but he didn't understand need, he didn't understand emotions, he didn't understand humans, not at all, not really. He knew everything, except the ins and outs of emotions, feelings, and human tendencies that he'd quite clearly abandoned years ago.

"Well, then," he smirked manically to himself, "you should be just as eager to fulfil your part of this deal. Suck me off." My eyes fell to his crotch. "And do it well; a poor excuse for an attempt will leave that on for the next few days, Jacky." That would be unimaginable, he couldn't- no, he could. He had the equipment and the capability. Of course he would, and of course he can. Nothing stops Alex Gaskarth, not even the police, especially not the police.

Fuck, he couldn't do that! But he would- The frustration, the aching - it'd kill me, and he'd enjoy it. He'd enjoy it more than I could ever imagine.

He made no hesitation in undoing his zipper and pulling his jeans down to the middle of his thighs. "Don't think this'll get you out of those chains - you can do this fine with just your mouth." And then he just pushed himself through my lips. I was stunned for a moment, just tasting him and then I was hit with the realisation of exactly what was happening here, and then I began to suck. Sucking wasn't the most pleasant of sensations, but if you considered what was going on down there, this was nothing.

My tongue swirled around his tip, and his fingers entwined themselves with the roots of my hair. I stroked him up and down with my tongue, feeling him hardening against the roof of my mouth. He made no attempt to accommodate himself inside me, he just moved and let me tied down, destroyed frame adjust the best it could, but no matter how much everything hurt, I had to keep going - I couldn't stop, not when I was just so nearly free.

"You're doing good, baby." He said with a supressed moan. He didn't want to let me know that this was affecting him to. He needed to hide from me that anything at all could impact him at all, because he thought I'd used it against him, because that's how his brain worked, because he would use it against me.

I spent the next few minutes dancing my tongue and lips around him; it was only when I bit down and accidentally at that, did he let out like a jet stream down my throat. I had no intention of swallowing, but apparently he did, forcing his member to the back of my throat to the point I felt like gagging, but I swallowed him all, because I had to. I had no other choice, anymore, he was in complete control and I hoped that he'd finally be satisfied with that.

After what felt like forever he pulled himself out of me, and grinned down at me, ruffling my hair in an oddly affectionate manner. "Well done, Jacky." Fuck yes, finally he'd relieve me of this fucking problem I had going on downstairs, which had only worsened with the whole ordeal of having him at the back of my throat. "You've been a good boy." That again sounded horribly possessive but I was too flustered to care.

---SMUT ENDS---

He zipped up his jeans and I waited impatiently for him to remove the cock ring and have me in his hands again, because fuck! That felt so good. It felt so wrong, but so good, because Alex was twisted and he knew how to twist everything around him. Bending me to his will was easy, because I was scared of him after all, a part of me just didn't quite want to see it.

He pulled off the duct tape and removed the cock ring, but made it clearly he had no intentions of unchaining me. That was fine however, as long as my throbbing errection was dealt with promptly. The chains I could deal with, and had done for several days on end, but this problem downstairs would need resolving and resolving fast! Alex, of course, was moving as slowly as humanely possible, his actions in an utterly inhumane manner.

I think the worst part of it all was that the duct tape was nothing more than a power play. The soundproof walls made sure it served no other purpose than to make me feel inferior towards him, and I think he just wanted to remind me that I was the captive here. I, too had realised that things were getting far too normal recently, and of course someone so arrogant and proud as Alex simply couldn't let someone like me get the better of him. He needed reminding that he was in control; he needed to know that the victim was scared, because I don't think he could quite appreciate himself anymore, no matter what he did.

"Fuck!" Was the first word I uttered once I could speak again, and he simply chuckled, turning away. "Uhh... aren't you forgetting something?" He turned around and I gestured rather wildly towards the horribly apparent problem. Alex, however, just looked blankly at it as if it was nothing at all and wasn't restraining me in a great amount of uncomfortable frustration and pain, because Alex didn't know the meaning of those words, not really.

"Nah, Jacky." He looked at me through smug eyes. "I'm not. You're forgetting that I only promised to get rid of the ring; it's your job to sort that shit out." Hell had gotten a new king, apparently. Because, fuck! He couldn't do that. He was a manipulative, lying, cocky bastard and I made sure to hate him for all it was worth, despite the fact he didn't care, and that my cares were really worth nothing at all to him.

"My hands are chained to the sofa!" I screamed at him, despite the fact he was quite clearly more than aware of that fact, but I mean, who wasn't? Anyone with eyes could be more attentive to my situation than Alex was, but anyone with eyes wouldn't kidnap me, would they? In fact, anyone without eyes wouldn't kidnap me either, because I think the handicap of blindness would leave them rather incapable of discreetly smuggling someone out of their home and into god knows where.

"Precisely, you know what maybe I'll come back later and simply watch you." He winked at me before strolling off and leaving me with a problem that only he could fix. I just couldn't believe this. I felt like dying, I felt like killing him, and I think maybe that was what the madness was doing to me - corrupting me, twisting me, until I was a royal, unholy mess.

I was the captive here; he was in control, and the chains did a good job of reminding me of that painful fact.

This Place Is Void Of All Passion. If You Can Imagine It's Easy If You Try.

Hey guys! Why the holy fuck and how is this chapter so long I really don't even know, like fucking hell how did accomplish this what?:') Anyways, I hoped you enjoyed a pretty much double length chapter today, so I'd appreciate the votes and comments even more this week;) Love you guys<3