All Chapters of Viscious : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I remember very little after he brought my mom inside. He put her in the other room, and after taking anything out that could be a weapon and chaining her on one side of the room by a wrist, he left her food and let her be. He swore to me that she could walk about comfortably. She has a bathroom and bed, and a TV that he controls for her that is out of reach. It's hard to believe him though, because he lies.After telling me this, he helped me to shower and fed me soup through a straw, but I couldn't stand to use the straw. It was excruciating and I cried. So he patiently ladeled little spoons full of broth into my mouth, encouraging me to take more and more. He held the cup while I sipped my drink. The voice he spoke to me in was as smooth as the honey in the hot toddy I sipped for pain relief. It was stout, and warm. And after it slipped down my throat, a needle slipped into my skin. I fought against it in shock and fear, but soon I slipped away still coc

   "I would. Is there a problem?"           "N-no! No. I was just telling mom how far you would go for me."           "I would kill for you." He states, confirming my earlier statement. Chills roll up my spine. Mom is wary as she looks at him. I rise to my feet and approach him, subtly placing myself between he and mom.           "I'm glad my daughter has found someone so dedicated. I'd kill for her too." She retorts.           "I'm glad we are on the same page." He says flatly. "I'm going to borrow Alina for the evening, I'll have plenty of food and drink for you shortly." He pulls me from the room and into the living room. I'm a bit alarmed at the change in scenery, but I sit beside him on the couch.           He gestures me close

    I sit in the room, knees up to my chest and chewing the inside of my jaw. My eyes are heavy and burn. I have a lingering headache that I'm quite certain is verging into migraine territory. My bottom is stinging. The sun shines through the window,  MOCKING me, as I cannot quite reach the window to climb out or shut the blinds. This is it. I'm nucking futs. You know you are in peak psychological shape when you think the very sun is mocking you, and you want to fight with it. I want to fight everything.             I've already been in trouble this morning for being combative and refusing to eat or drink anything that did not come prepackaged and sealed. Knowing that my mother died by poison has curbed any appetite or trust i might have had. He denied me my morning shower, and bent me over his knee like a child to try to 'discipline' me with a metal

       I quiver at the sight of the devices in his arms. I don't understand the clear thing, the paddle is obvious. However, it is the roll of plastic that truly shakes me to the core. He has always used tarp or plastic for bodies in my experience here. Am I going to die? That's it. He disposed of mom, had time to think after my brilliant tactics failed and he us on to me. Perhaps now he intends to kill me and take another unsuspecting woman to be his unwilling love interest. He watches me with adoring eyes as I writhe in my horror. He enjoys this. He has said it so many times before and I know that I am not getting out of this.         "You're crying." He says as he kneels by me and moves my hair away. "You must have been afraid I wasn't coming back. I wouldn't leave you that way, even if I was angry." He kicks his legs out and sits, pulling me across the closet floo

     I wake frustrated, and moping. I wanted those keys! Why the Hell couldn't I just stay awake? It's that tea. It has to be that tea. Something is up with it. Tonight, I will refuse that tea. I shiver as I recall how valiantly I fought for remain awake and how unnaturally strong the urge to sleep was.         Creature rests by the bed and Kellan rests behind me. His limbs have me trapped, much like how a spider clutches it's prey with it's legs. I worry about how my brazen acts will impact today's events. I also worry about the ever ringing cellphone.  I know it is the one theater he switched my things over too after destroying mine in his rage. I want to reach it so badly. Or those keys. I know better than try to get up now. As soon as I move, he will bolt up after me. I take advantage of the moment to think about the keys, and prepare for the day. Tod