It was only a half an hour or so until you were drained again. Your arms were limp in the restraints, which were chaffing more and more as the time went by, and you were staring off at the wall again. Jack still had your jaw in his grip, though he was a bit more gentle now that you weren't moving at all. He'd been breathing against you for the entire time, smelling you like you were some kind of gourmet meal.

You couldn't shake the thought that you were going to die very, very soon. It made you almost happy, that you might not have to put up with Jack's moods or obsession for much longer at all. You didn't dare think of what could happen between now and your death.

You had been feeling groggy since the moment Jeff had woken you that morning, but now was the first time that you let out a yawn. You glanced wearily around you, looking for a clock, even though you never expected to see one in the first place. You knew there wasn't one; you'd been in this room long enough.

"Tired?" Jack's voice rumbled quietly into your ear. You could feel his mouth moving against your pulse, and you almost shivered. Had this been at your house, in a normal situation with a man you knew...

You think you could have enjoyed it then.

For now, you just nodded, too exhausted to defy Jack at any level. He huffed a quiet laugh into your ear. His breath was cool, almost unnaturally so You shuddered and felt goosebumps prickle over your arms.

"And cold, I see. I guess we could go to bed."

You hardly felt anything at all at the mention of we.

Jack moved away from you and released your jaw. You stayed still until he roughly grabbed one of your wrists and undid the restraint.

"Oh, look at what that's done to you..."

You didn't move until he gripped harder at your wrist and pulled. You winced at the stinging pain and tried to pull away from him, but his hold was strong, and it only tightened with the movement.

I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt," he said, his voice dark, "and say that you just flinched, there. Don't ever try to get away from me."

You nodded quickly and tried your best to relax, but it was almost impossible. Your heart was racing and your wrist was throbbing, and you could hardly get a breath in before jack yanked you toward him.

"I want you to answer me."

You whimpered at the pain and stuttered out a meek "Okay!"

Jack seemed satisfied with that, if his loosening grip meant anything. He undid your other restraint while still holding on to your other wrist, then brought them both in front of you as he urged you to stand. You complied, fearful of what he might do of you didn't, and though your legs were wobbly, you followed him over to the sink. He turned it on and felt for the correct temperature before he grabbed your upper forearms and put your wrists under the stream.

You winced at how it stung for a moment, but it eventually became bearable. You stood at the sink with Jack for god knows how long; he was holding your arms in place and pinning your stomach to the edge of the sink with his hips, like he was scared you were going to try to escape.

When he decided that your arms were clean enough, he pulled you over to one of his cabinets and grabbed a roll of gauze, which he quickly wrapped around each of your wrists. You marveled at his skill; the speed at which he dressed your injuries was almost inhuman.

When he tied off the second knot, he grabbed you by the hands and started leading you towards the curtains at the far end of the room. If you could have hesitated, you would have, but Jack just kept walking and pulling you along with him. He pushed the curtain aside, and you saw nothing but a blank wall and a door to your left that you quickly approached.

Jack pushed the door open and stepped through alongside you, and you balked. It was actually just a bedroom, and though it was rather bland, it was more luxurious than you ever could have hoped for. There was a massive bed in the center of the wall across from you, a dresser to the left, and a few bookshelves to the right. A single, bare lightbulb hung from the ceiling, and it cast an eerie glow across the room. Besides that, the room was empty.

The bed took up a good portion of the room. Looking at Jack standing next to you, it wasn't surprising. He was slouching and he was more than a foot taller than you.

Your wonder was cut short by a tug on your hands and a shove toward the bed. It wasn't quite rough, but you stumbled anyway, and fell onto the mattress rather ungracefully.

Jack turned away from you and went to the dresser. He grabbed a key off of the top, and spoke as he walked back to the door.

"I'm going to grab you something to eat. Don't pull anything."

He left the room, and you heard the sound of the key in the door. You looked at the knob for a moment, half expecting Jack to come back in and try to catch you in the act of something, but there was nothing – just the sound of your breath as you tried to calm yourself down.

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A/N

These will get more interesting soon, I swear. I'm mostly just setting up the dynamic between Jack and his lil victim,. If you've made it this far, please comment and let me know what you like, what you don't, or what you want to see! I'll always listen to your feedback :)

Thanks for reading!