Milanas PoV

Dylan had lifted me up and carried me to his bedroom. He had sat me up on his bed. The room had some draws and a set of double doors, which I guessed was the wardrobe. A single door which lead to the bathroom I guessed.

I couldn't help but feel uneasy at the hooks and what not on the walls and ceilings, and also at the dark maroon stains that were splattered on the walls, floor and bedding.

My body was still limp, like a doll, like his doll which is what he addressed me as. I was starting to feel sensation in my finger tips and toes. I didn't know how long till my body came back into full working order but I knew it would be too late.

Dylan walked back into the room, he was doing a little dance rutten as he went along. My eyes were locked on him, he did a little turn and opened one of the draws, he did a little shake as he pulled out some rope and some black things, he then closed the draw and came walsing over. He lifted up my arm and pulled out a black thing. It was thick bracelet thing with a large ring on it. He opened the bracelet and clipped it into my wrist, then lifted up the other arm and did the same thing. He then got the rope and slide it though one of the rings and then threaded some rope though the other one. then then reached above me and attached each bit of rope to the books on the wall

"Like a puppet, tied up with strings" he laughed as he finished off. He then got off the bed and walked towards the single door

"Tomorrow you'll be able to move again, don't worry you won't be paralysed forever, I need that movement" he said as he walked off.

My eyes were locked on the door he had just walked into. I decided I needed to focus on trying to move. Now that I was tied up it wouldn't be much help but it's better than being paralysed. I put all the strength I had into being able to wiggle my fingers and I managed to get a twitch.

I wonder how many girls he's had. It's obvious I'm not the first, which scares me, but the others. It looks like they didn't make it and I wonder if I'll end the same what they did. Trapped and by the hands of a psycho. An angel faced psycho. But then again wasn't the devil just a fallen angel.

Dylan walked back though from the bathroom, he only had his boxers on.

He walked back over to the bed and climbed in next to me.

"Next time you won't be able to move, no drug would have been involved" he whispered in a seductive tone. I didn't understand what he meant at first but then it kicked in. I felt my heart sink a little. I mean I didn't know what I was expecting but it was just knowing my dignity and life was going to get destroyed. And that's what was hurting me more than anything. Know thing the after math, well if I even survive. Maybe I'll learn that dying is the best thing I can get from this. It means the pain is over with no scar.

But to actually cope with what he had in mind for me. That's going to be hard to deal with in the now. Knowing it will end one day won't he enough, maybe tricking my self into wanting his pain might help me just get though this all.

Dylan switched the lamp off and the room went into darkness

It was deadly silence. Only the sharp sound of the wind slashing the cabin.

I then felt Dylan roll around to face me

"Longest running was 208 days, lets see if you can beat that"

He whispered before he began to laugh like a mad man.

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