It had been a rough couple of days, and it showed. Chase hadn't eaten, hadn't had anything to drink, and could only pee with Tobias' help. In any other context, having his junk handled by one of his closest friends would have been humiliating, and still might be after all this was over with, but for now he was only grateful he hadn't needed to worry about the alternative. In the time he'd become intimate buddies with the chair, he'd managed to work at the tape over his mouth enough with his tongue that he was able to create a tiny air hole in case Simms tried to suffocate him again. Whether or not it would actually provide him with enough air if the time came was almost beside the point. It had given him something to focus on in between sessions where he was dragged around to witness Simms clobbering someone he gave a crap about. It also gave him something to focus on, which he was sure was at least helping his sanity. His tongue hurt, but no more than any other part of his body. Bits of him were in pain, asleep, or just numb, and often they'd rotate between all three. He couldn't tell how much sleep he'd gotten, but stealing snippets in between the times the door opened and closed again didn't seem to be doing the trick. It felt like he hadn't rested in days.
When the door opened this time he jolted awake again, shaking his head to clear it and hoping that it would be Tobias. Nope, not Tobias. As he watched Kiley's nude form fill the doorway he frowned in confusion, wondering if he hadn't quite woken up yet. In fact, it took the presence of Simms and the parring knife to make him realize that this was probably real. Which meant-
No. No no no no no no no no no no no no no no...
The grunt behind the tape was immediate as he threw himself forward, only managing to nudge the chair into the edge of the table. He glared at Simms as he neared, the vitriol evident from the loud grunting. He wasn't even sure what the words were, so used to not being able to say a damn thing that it crossed his mind he didn't actually need to think about them too hard. Angry sounds, threatening sounds. Because why the fuck was Kiley naked in a room with this fucker???
The tearing of the tape from his mouth and the slicing of the knife into his skin ceased the one-sided argument as Chase recovered from the pain. A wound in his lip reopened, but the sting of it just melted into everything else that was wrong with him. He took the opportunity to work his aching jaw as his eyes followed Simms, making sure he was moving away from Kiley before turning his attention to her. "What did he do?" The question came out in an almost frantic croak, his dry throat breaking and rattling the words.