The first thing I noticed when I began to regain consciousness was the pain in my head. From there it didn't take me long to remember what had happened. I had been drugged and accused crazy by my own colleagues when I had tried to help everyone. Now it made sense why the police had no interest in my information earlier on, had they been the ones to call the prison?

The second thing I noticed was my inability to move. My eyes opened to reveal a piercing white light that was strung up to the ceiling. By now it was becoming clearer where I was. The sterile and silent nature of the room was enough to raise my suspicion of my whereabouts. I was begging in my own thoughts for me to be wrong but when I looked down my assumptions where only confirmed. I was in the psych ward.

My body was strapped down to the bed. There were thick, sturdy black cuffs made of leather securing my ankles and wrists in place so I couldn't move from the position I was lying in. Someone obviously had changed me because I was now wearing the knee length, cotton gown that all the ward patients wore.

The room, other than the bed, had a cubicle with a toilet and sink but that was all. The showers were in a separate area as well as the canteen. Everything was painted a sickening white, combined with the piercing bright light it was enough to give me a headache. The floors were tiled and I knew how cold it's surface would feel against my now bare feet.

I started to yell out so someone would come and give me answers. I wanted to know why I was even here in the first place, I wasn't crazy at all but here I was. Then, why the hell was a being restrained and drugged like all the violent and seriously problematic patients. All I had done was talk to my boss about a very serious chain of incidents that had occurred a few days ago. Above all that was the biggest question. Why was everyone ignoring this? A huge criminal had escaped, many people had been murdered and I had been kidnapped yet everyone was telling me nothing had ever happened and everything was fine. There was no way the prison was one of Antonio's allies. I had worked there for a while and something like that couldn't slip past me....right? Maybe they were denying everything so the public wouldn't panic, but that wouldn't explain my whereabouts. Unless of course I really was crazy. Maybe it was all in my head.

Perhaps all this stress I was experiencing had led me to develop a delusional disorder or paranoia. It wasn't impossible, but everything happened so clearly in my mind.

I was screaming so loudly now that my throat was becoming raw, still no one came. Now I understood why these rooms where almost entirely sound proof. In fact, now I knew what my patients felt like. I stopped yelling, too tired to do anything but cry. The drug was still in my system and probably was the reason for the majority of my drowsiness yet I'm certain the screaming didn't help. That had drained me of the little energy I did have. I tried to fight it but eventually allowed myself to fall asleep, after all, it wasn't like I had anything better to do.

"Ryan, your drunk, please just let me hel-"

"Shut the fuck up you little bitch!"

The harshness in his tone was enough to make me flinch as I realized that Ryan wasn't playing nice tonight. He stepped towards me, I immediately started to go back but found myself hitting a wall - trapping me instantly with no choice but to wait for the pain. Suddenly Ryan gripped my jaw, his fingers digging in to my skin. I was certain that alone would leave a bruise but much worse was going to follow.

"Maybe I go too easy on you, you just never seem to learn do you?"

I was searching in his eyes, trying to find a soul to connect to but Ryan no longer had a soul.

My vision suddenly whirled and his slap was so quick that I didn't even have time to prepare. I had no time to fall to the floor as he began jamming his knee into my stomach. The force sent me into a hunch over his knee, wheezing for air as he continuously winded me. He took this as an opportunity to slam us both to the ground, him on top.

All of a sudden his hands where wrapped around my throat and occasionally my whole head would be smashed to the floor repeatedly. The hits and lack of air began to take it's toll as I became weaker and weaker. Only when my hands stopped clawing at his did Ryan release me and I finally could suck in oxygen.

"Clean this up"

He ordered, pointing to the glass beer bottle he had dropped and shattered earlier.

"Oh Alice,"

I raised my eyes to his. I had to look at him when he spoke to me.

"You can sleep on the floor tonight."

Normally after I woke from a nightmare things got better. Not this time. This time I awoke to another nightmare. My body was still chained up and I was still alone in the place that was once where I worked. I just wanted to get out now. I was even regretting coming back home. I should have gotten a plane ticket somewhere else, maybe Europe. That way I would have had a chance to start over completely. No reminders of Ryan, less predictable to Antonio and most of all there would be no chance of me ending up in a psych ward with everyone calling me insane. Where was Antonio? I wandered if he had finally given up on me. That would be ironic, the one time he looses interest would be as soon as I'm in another prison. Still this was better than being beaten and starved. It may even be bearable if I had answers as to why I was here. I still didn't know if I really was crazy or why I had been thrown in here.

My thoughts were going everywhere now. I had considered several theories including that I had blacked out and done something mad. But everything I thought up seemed far fetched. It bewildered me that the cases and situations I had studied were things that could be happening to me right now. Currently all my knowledge on the subject of psychology was making me even more paranoid. It's like that time someone we know is sick and we put their symptoms into google and suddenly think the world is ending. Most of the time we overreacted and everything is fine, but sometimes it really is as bad as we suspected. My point was, maybe there had been a mistake or maybe I really was insane.

I didn't know how long it had been. No one was answering me when I called. I wasn't even getting food or water and was still strapped down to the godforsaken bed. I started to question what was really going on here. I should have been released by now. This was tedious. All I could do was cry as flashes of memories from my time with Ryan flooded my mind. This isolation and restrains were fucking with my head. Everything that was bothering me before was amplified now in this atmosphere.

Suddenly I heard the loud clash of the metal locks on the door, signaling that someone was entering. I propped my head up the best I could to see who it was.

Antonio

"H-help. HELP. No! N-no please. Help me!"

I screamed even wilder than I did earlier, shaking the bed slightly as I tried to free myself, only to find it was useless.

Antonio chuckled deeply, instantly sending a shiver down my spine. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand on my bare leg. This short gown really was making me uncomfortable.

"You didn't really think you could get away from me, did you?"

I didn't answer him, my mind too focused on his hand which was slowly rising up the length of my exposed leg. Obviously noticing this he continued without my response.

"I knew you where going to escape before you even stepped out of that window. Ever heard of cameras? Well I have one in our room."

Fuck. How could I have been so stupid. Of course he had surveillance.

"You know, sweetheart, if you hadn't gone home as soon as you got out....you may have even had a chance! I mean look where that got you. Your only chance, wasted on this! Well next time you even think about doing something like this again, what am I saying? You will never even get another chance to even think about leaving me. When we return back home I will make sure of that. When I'm done with you, the mere thought of what your life without me would have been like, that tiny bit of hope you have now, will be gone. I will crush it. I'm going to break you Alice but don't worry, because then..."

He paused for a moment, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

"I'll be the one there to fix you."

His hand continued up, nearly reaching my thigh when I suddenly burst into tears, a loud sob ripping it's way through my throat. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Finally I was realizing what I had experienced before with Antonio was nothing compared to what was about to happen to me.

Maybe I should have just stayed with Antonio. That way I would spare myself so much pain. Screw that, perhaps I should have even stayed with Ryan. Ryan was an abusive boyfriend, this man was a Mafia Don. He could put me through so much torture that I'd be begging for him to kill me, one thing I never even imagined with Ryan.

I heard him stand up and leave. I screamed after him, yelling at him to untie me and let me go. He did return. So did a nurse, who was holding a syringe. She began stalking towards me.

"No....No! NOOO! ANTONIO DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE. NO!"

I directed it all to him, well aware that the nurse didn't want to do this - if anything she probably felt guilty. If Antonio told you to do something, you did it. I seemed to be the only person to defy that rule and it was clearly annoying the shit out of him. He had everyone under his control. That's how he got me, he must have called the police and the prison. Told them to make me seem nuts and sedate me so when he came to pick me up, I was literally lying there, defenseless for him to take. That's exactly what he's doing now.

As the woman approached closer I tried to kick her away but couldn't due to the fucking leather cuffs around my ankles. I looked into Antonio's eyes and pleaded one more time but he just smiled. He smiled at me and that's all it took for me to comprehend how serious this was. I was about to open my mouth to speak but it was too late.

The drug had already been pushed into my veins and I was growing weaker by the second. My body seemed to sink into the mattress and my senses became numb. The last thing I saw was Antonio's expression. It was one of pure excitement.