You Belong To Me

Chapter Thirteen:

More of a boring chapter but there are some developmental changes going on!

Scott woke up and the first thing he noticed was how stiff he felt. His knees ached and his eyes were swollen and his shoulders felt numb. He went to pull his limbs into his body but was met with a sharp tug. It woke him up and he craned his neck to look down his body. He was still under the covers, but his legs were spread, pointing to the corners of the bed, his arms had been stretched to reach each edge of the cornice bored with leather wrist straps around each arm. He whimpered, his voice was hoarse and strained and he couldn't cry out. He tugged again, like that would do anything, but it only made the rattle of chains ring out in the room.

"No?" He whispered and tugged again. He looked around his room, it was undisturbed. "No." He whispered again, jolting in a painful attempt to sit up. Sunlight was streaming in early morning honey-colored rays. There was the sound of birds outside, beautiful bird song that Scott knew only came around the fall months. There was a chill in this room that he hadn't felt downstairs. There came a knock on the door, he tugged again at his bindings as a last-ditch attempt to free himself, obviously it didn't work, and he collapsed onto the bed in defeat again.

"Hello, Scotty. I hope you're up." The man's soothing voice came into the room. Scott grimaced, laying himself as flat as possible against the bed, maybe the mattress would swallow him whole. It didn't of course, and the man smiled when he entered. "There's my Scott. How are you, dearest?" He asked, perching on the edge of the bed and looking down at Scott with an excited smile on his face.

"I'm chained to the bed, and I feel like shit, and I have to use the bathroom." Scott grumbled, angrily. He looked up at the man, trying to summon fire into his eyes, but it was no use. He hadn't the energy, nor the fight to be able to stand up defiant to the man anymore. He was exhausted.

"Oh you poor thing, how I've neglected you. I just didn't want you doing anything crazy last night in your panic." Everything rushed back to Scott at once. Those two men were dead, murdered in a cannibal's house. He shivered. He remembered watching "The Chainsaw Massacre: origin" with his friend and how disturbing it was. He felt nauseous. Those poor men were going to be eaten one way or another, and Scott had the swimming sensation that he would be the one helping.

The man stood up and pulled a small key from the pocket of his flannel. It looked like the type of key that would lock the little padlock on a girl's diary. He gently inserted it into each keyhole and the cuffs popped off one after the other. The minute he freed Scott's last leg, he stepped back quickly, arms out in a flourish. He had been expecting Scott to lash out at him. But Scott just lay there and looked over at him with a bored, pitiful expression.

"Alright, then. Let's get you up, hmm?" The man offered a hand, but Scott glared at it, looking almost feral now in his neglect. "The bathrooms are much better up here anyways." The man shrugged, grinning from ear to ear. Scott found that his stomach didn't flip nearly as horribly as it used to when the man made that face. He swung his leg over the side of the bed and stood. His legs were shaky, and he ached from every joint. The man gleefully looped an arm through Scott's, pulling him closer to him. His skin was warm despite his cold demeanor. Something about the human contact made Scott shiver with a pleasant sensation.

The man silently guided him to a door at the end of the hallway and opened it for him. The bathroom was smaller, but it was nicer, with a stand-alone shower. The door closed behind Scott, who spun around and had to grab the counter. He hadn't noticed the man had left. He was alone in the bathroom. There was a window next to the shower and before Scott even looked in the mirror, he went to the window. It was beautiful. The leaves were cast in a golden light and their leaves were turning a red or orange shade. Scott hadn't even noticed them beginning to change until now. The ground was covered in fallen ones. He pressed a hand to the glass, it was chilled. He couldn't keep the tears from his eyes or the smile from his face. There was something so beautiful in it.