WHO: Clio, Martin [NPC] WHEN: Saturday WHERE: Martin's place WHAT: Badness WARNINGS: More shocking, Martin being a creep
Martin hadn’t lied when he said they would discuss her feeding schedule. In fact, he laid down all the rules, and Clio hated every single one of them. She was to be fed twice a day if she behaved, once or not at all if she didn’t. Of course, if she didn’t he would shock her anyway, and the pain was unimaginable. She could leave the bed three times a day to use the rest room. She could take a bath twice a week, her leg hanging over the edge of it. And what luck the short chain reached into the bathroom so he wouldn’t even have to let her out for her to do so. And of course, he had removed everything in the room which she could use to hurt him or free herself. There wasn’t even a shower curtain or a toilet paper holder, just a roll on top of the basin. Other than that, she was to lie there and make no sound. She wasn’t allowed to ask for something or hum or god forbid, sneeze.
Martin was the kind of man who believed in his own intellect above all else. He didn’t want Clio’s input, he just knew there was something different when she was there. Her presence was enough. Or it would be until she stripped every last bit of inspiration from it. She had already started it, but it took time these days...
Clio hated him. Hated that she hadn’t seen through that pleasant façade to what was below. She had believed every lie he had spun and now she was stuck here in what was one of the most boring captivities she had ever suffered. Don’t move? Don’t speak?! HOW?!
By now, both Patrick and Michael would have heard her prayers, she assumed. Since she didn’t know where she was though, she couldn’t tell them and that would mean in order to locate her they needed to be very close by. If she could get Martin to tell her where the apartment was located or if she could grab his phone and use the location on it, she could have them here in minutes. Until then though, she was stuck just lying there-
Her heartbeat was loud in her ears.
The clock was ticking away the seconds, even as they dragged on and on and on.
There was the soft hum of a heater in the corner of the room, warming the air.
Oh gods she was going to go mad-
Martin swivelled around in his chair, an annoyed look on his face. “Fucking Christ, can you stop sighing?!”
Clio sat up and she arched an eyebrow at him. Then, while staring him right in the eyes, she heaved a heavy sigh. She knew she was risking him pressing that damn button he carried with him everywhere, but god it felt good to rebel even a little bit. And he hadn’t actually said anything about breathing loudly, at least until now.
Martin rolled his eyes, and he took the button into his hand. “Women. So emotional. Are you going to behave? Or do I need to press this?” he said, holding the button up, “and withhold dinner?” Clio didn’t give a shit about dinner, at least not yet. She wasn’t hungry enough to care that much. She did care about him pressing that fucking button. But god was it worse than lying here-? She looked over at him and mimed a book. Just give her something to read, please.
“You want something to read?”
Clio nodded, mining book again, and then she put her finger to her lips. She could be quiet if she had a book. She would stop sighing every thirty seconds if she had a book.
“Ugh, fine.” Martin rose from his work desk and Clio stared at it. He had crossed the apartment to the corner where his bookcase stood, and the desk was so much closer to her than him. And yes, a second ago the book seemed like the most important thing in the world, but now that the desk was clear, maybe she could get to it and find a location before he got to her. That was worth the pain, right? Worth him shocking her so she could get the fuck out of here? Her eyes travelled over the desk itself, searching for envelopes or anything which might have an address on it. She saw nothing obvious, but he had left his computer unlocked and that sealed it. A quick Google-
Clio was up and off the bed before she could even think about it. She darted across the room to the desk, which she could only reach with her entire body stretched out, her leg out behind her. She grabbed the mouse and opened a new window. She clicked into Google when she heard Martin shout at her, and she was opening up the map link. So close. So close- All she needed was an address- Even part of one-
The laptop slammed shut in front of her, and then something hard shoved her to the ground and there it was again. Hot anguish sparked along her back, curving her body, her muscles spasming. She screamed because she couldn’t not, and waited for it to end but it didn’t- It didn’t- Not until she could smell something burning, did the pain stop. And then she was sobbing on the floor, curling into a ball, the flesh of her ankle hot and blistered. She let out a moan of anguish, too exhausted to do anything else.
“You stupid bitch,” Martin glowered at her. He went then, to push his desk a foot to the right, and just like that it was out of her reach.
Fuck.
“No meals. No books. Fuck you. Get back on that goddamned bed before I shock you again.”
Clio let out a whimper and she honestly didn’t think she could move, but fear was a powerful motivator. She rolled to her side and slowly managed to get up on all fours and crawl towards the bed. She climbed up onto it and curled up again, crying softly. She didn’t even realise she had fallen asleep like that until she felt the mattress dip later and it roused her. To her horror, an arm snaked around her middle as Martin pulled her close. Oh god-
But he only slept. And it was disgusting enough, but Clio was just relieved Martin had no plans to go further than that. At least not yet.