If You Want To Get Out Alive = Chaper 8

8-(A Pain In My...)-81

POV: Bree2

I remembered the first time I seen him well. He was startled and his eyes held pain. He was sorry he had frightened me and it amazed me so even now. All I could think about was the helpless feeling I was feeling now. I had to get out of here but I could not. 3

It has been 5 days and only the maid was allowed in my room without me screaming. The curtain was kept shut, the window locked and my door never open for long. It became an obsession, an obsession I started shaking if I did not get my way. So everyone was under strict rules by me and any who did not follow got some punishment I did not know of. 4

I did not see that man in those days, 5 days total and I was already a compulsive person. I did not care it was his room, I took all pillows and piled them up in the corner. Grab a blanket and cuddled in the center, hidden almost. I did not care about anything else but hiding. Never speaking a word, not eating and never crying again. I rocked myself to sleep and prayed I’d see tomorrow. I prayed that the monster did not know I was here. 5

One day or least what I thought was day the man walked in. His face was set and determined. He grabbed my wrist roughly, holding me and no matter how much I struggled I could not get free. The maid was protesting and covering her ears at my screams. He dragged me outside of my room against my will. I screamed and thrashed, it made no difference. Not eating means no energy which equals no strength. I was dragged to another room much bigger then the room I was in. The door was shut behind us when we entered not by him though. I heard a chain and then a what sounded like a lock. I struggled widely to get free and finally he let go. I ran or more stumbled to the door, slamming my fist trying to open it. It was useless because someone had locked it from the outside and nothing I did changed that. 6

“Now we shall starve together and perhaps die together” the man Blake said sitting down in a chair looking out the curtain less windows. “Your freaking mad” I said with as much venom as possible, anger overwhelming my fear. “Hmm, yes I suppose I am but after all I did save you if you were running away from something” he said rather dismissively but I could see his hands shaking. “What is that suppose to mean” I said softly sitting down on the steps leading down into a little living and entertainment area. “I mean, I deserve at least a thank you and you barely come out of my room” he said and I watched him hold his hands to keep them from shaking. “So your forcing me to trust you” I said and I watched his head turn. “Precisely” he said in a British accent turning too look back out the window. 7

“You’re a pain in the….” I began but stopped myself what had he done to my fear. “A pain in the what” he said seeming to pressure me to say that word. “A pain in my…” I halted again why was this harder to say to him. “A pain in my what” he said pressuring me to get the words out yet again but he never looked back at me. “Never mind” I said and I saw a smile cross his face, in triumph.