"Wake up." A harsh voice said.

I tried to open my eyes, but I was just so tired, all I wanted to do was sleep. At least if I was asleep it would make the time go by faster, I wouldn't be staring at blank walls all day, while negative thoughts flooded my mind 24/7.

"I said wake up!" The voice yelled, before a hard slap could be felt going across my left cheek. My eyes flew open as pain shot through my face, I gasped as I could feel a hand grab a hold of my hair, violently yanking my head back.

I had to blink my eyes a few times, for my vision to clear, when it did I was met face to face with an older man.

Was this Father?

Or just one of his henchmen.

His face scrunched up in disgust as he stared down at me. I started to feel uncomfortable, as he kept staring at me, it was as if he was studying every inch of my face.

While he was staring at me, I choose to use this time to get a better look at him.

He looked to be in his early to middle seventies, his dark brown hair had gray patches, he had deep scowl line's, like he was always frowning.

"You look like your Father," the man said as he let my head go, with a forceful shove forward.

He knew my dad?

How the hell did he know my dad?

My mind was full of questions as the man walked away from me, keeping his back towards me the whole time. I watched, as he stalked over to the table, that had been sitting in the middle of the room.

I didn't know exactly what was on that table, but I had a feeling that I didn't want anything to do with what was on there.

I anxiously watched as he picked something up, turning around, I saw that he was holding a serrated knife in his right hand.

My breath caught in my throat, as he begun to walk towards me.

What was he going to do to me with that?

Was this where everything ends for me?

Once he reached me, he carefully slipped the knife under the rope that had been used to restrain me. Sliding the sharp knife against the rope, I watched as it fell from my wrist, he then proceeded to move to my other wrist, then both my legs.

Why was he cutting me free?

I knew he wasn't letting me go, well unless this is one of those freak things, but I had a feeling it wasn't.

"I see those wheels of yours turning," the man said, I looked up at him as he stood from his crouched position.

"Don't get your hopes up, I'm not letting you go."

Welp, that answered my question.

"Why did you untie me?" I asked.

"Well look at that he does talk," the man said, smirking as he stared down at me.

"If you must know, I had specifically told them not to tie you up, especially after how banged up Vlad had left you."

"Oh." Was all I could say.

"Try and stand," he said as he stood right in front of me.

"Uh, ok."

I tightly grabbed the arms of the chair, slowly scooting closer to the edge of the chair.

I groaned in pain, as I could feel my stiff muscles practically screaming at me, after not being used for so long.

"Try not to put a lot of your weight on your right leg, we don't need your stitches popping open," he said as he walked away from me, going somewhere in the room where I couldn't see him.

Using the chair as leverage, I slowly started to lift myself up, I could hear a few of my bones crack and pop as I started to get in a standing position.

My body felt as if someone had set me on fire, everything burned, especially my right leg.

"S-Shit," I said through gritted teeth.

"Here, use these." I looked up to see the man had returned, he was holding two crutches in his hands, I reached out, taking them from him. Sliding the pads of the crutches under my arms, I was able to ease some of the pain I was feeling in my leg.

"Do you think you can walk with those?"

I tightened my grip on the handles of the crutches, as I started to walk a few steps forward with the crutches.

"I take that as a yes, ok well follow me then," he said as he walked towards the door, I slowly followed him, with each step I took, the crutches made this loud clicking noise.

I was almost to the door, when I had passed the table where he had gotten the knife he used to cut me free.

I looked over to the door, only to find that the man wasn't standing there anymore, the door was wide open and I could hear something moving in the hallway.

Taking probably the only opportunity I had, I decided to look down at the objects that laid on the table.

I could feel my heart drop down to my stomach, as I stared at the various objects.

I really wished I hadn't of looked, on the table were several knifes, some looked like they had dried blood on them.

Where they going to use these on me?

"Nathaniel, what's taking so long?" The man asked from the hallway.

"Uh sorry, I'm coming," I said, walking over to the door.

Wait did he just call me Nathaniel?

How did he know my name?

"Let's go," he firmly said, as he started to walk down the dimly lit hallway.

Sighing, I started to follow him, it took me a few minutes to catch up to him, but I eventually did.

I was a little out of breath by time I caught up to him, but he didn't really seem to care. Looking around, I noticed we were standing in front of a door.

"This is the bathroom." He reached forward, grabbing a hold of the door handle, twisting it as he opened the door.

I just stood there as he looked over at me, was I supposed to go in, I thought to myself.

"Well go on," he said.

I guess so, I thought as I walked, well hobbled my way into the bathroom. The man walked in after me, walking over to the shower as he turned on the water, turning the knobs until he had the water to the temperature of his liking.

"I have the water at the temperature it needs to be, so don't touch it, don't scrub your incision with soap, there's a shower chair in there so you wont be on your foot the whole time, there's already a wash rag and all the soap you need in there and by time you get out, you will have fresh clothes waiting for you, there is also a brand new tooth brush and paste over here," he said pointing towards the sink, before he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"Mkay then," I said under my breath, as I stared at the door, shaking my head, I looked around the room.

Closing the lid to the toilet, I slowly sat down on it, before I started to take my clothes off. I grabbed the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head, throwing it on the floor. I reached down, unfastening the button of my jeans, as I unzipped them before, pulling them down my legs, soon followed by my boxer briefs.

Grabbing my crutches, I pulled myself up, slowly making my way over to the shower. Reaching into the shower I brought the shower chair closer to me, as I eased my way into the shower.

Propping my crutches against the wall that was closest to the shower, I closed the shower door.

Using my good leg, I pushed the shower chair closer into the middle of the huge shower, that way I was directly under the stream of water.

I released a content sigh as the warm water, washed over me, relaxing my exhausted body.

Looking around the shower, I found the shampoo and conditioner. Grabbing the shampoo, I squeezed some into my hand, before lathering my hair.

When I felt like I had scrubbed all the dirt and blood out of my hair, I leaned back against the shower chair, rinsing my hair, before repeating with the conditioner.

I had just started to scrub my body, when I heard the bathroom door open .

I stopped what I was doing, listening as the person walked into the bathroom. I could hear them walking around, and what sounded like them setting stuff down.

Was that the clothes the man had mentioned?

The door slammed shut and I was left alone once more. Sighing, I finished scrubbing my body, making sure to avoid my wound.

Once I had rinsed all of the soap off of my body, I turned the water off, before standing from the shower chair.

Sliding the door open, I reached out, grabbing my crutches, as I stepped out of the shower. Looking around the room, I saw a pile of clothes and what looked like two towels, lying neatly folded on a small shelf that sat close to the toilet.

Was that there before, I thought as I walked over to the shelf, grabbing one of the towels, placing it over the lid of the toilet.

I grabbed the other towel once I had sat down, and started to dry myself off. Once I felt I was dry enough I slipped on the clothes that was left for me, which was a pair of boxer briefs, loose fitting sweat pants and a black T-shirt.

When I was done getting dressed, I noticed a pair of house shoes lying on the floor, next to the shelf where the clothes had been. Better than going barefoot, I guess. Leaning over, I pulled the house shoes closer to me, before slipping them on.

"Are you done yet?" The man asked from the other side of the door.

"Yeah," I said, as I pulled myself up, the door opened, and the man walked in.

"Come on, let's get you something to eat." With that he turned in left, leaving me standing there, feeling very confused.

I was starting to think, that this was one of those, give the animals one last good day before you slaughter them type of things.

Sighing, I started to follow him, but I couldn't shake the feeling, like something was about to go down, and I had a feeling it was gonna be pretty soon.