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that I thought he was going to
ignore the comment.
    Then
he sighed. “Rachel, don’t make this harder than it has to be.”
    I
twisted my head to look at him. “You’re the one making this hard. I’m not her .”
    I
shivered under his gaze, but he looked away first as he started to screw the
top back on the cream. “You should get some sleep. You’ll feel better in the
morning. Do you need to use the bathroom?”
    I
shook my head.
    He
got to his feet. “There’s water beside the bed if you need it, and painkillers.
I won’t tie you to the bed. God knows; you’re in no state to run.”
    He
moved to the door.
    “Wait!”
    He
paused and turned toward me.
    “What
do I call you? What’s your name?”
    He
frowned slightly. “Why?”
    I
shrugged. “I don’t know. I just…I just want to call you something.” Other
than psycho or crazy. “It would make you seem more human.”
    He
stared hard at me for a few seconds before replying. “Aaron.” Aaron.
    “Goodnight,
Aaron.”
    He
shut the door and bolted it behind him.
    Aaron  

Chapter Nine
    I
took the pain killers. He’d only left two. Not enough to kill myself with if I
had the desire. I threw them in my mouth, even though I didn’t know what they
were or how hard they’d hit me. At this stage, anything that stole
consciousness from me would be welcome. Then I settled on my stomach and rested
my head on my arms. The blanket was too much on my sore skin, and I arranged it
in a loop so my back and legs were covered while my bottom was bare to the air.
    I
stared at the door, wondering what Aaron was doing at that moment. Was he in a
calm, guilt free sleep? Or did he lie awake in his bed, staring into the dark
as turmoil washed through him? It was probably the former.
    And
then I thought of Finn. Was he pining for me, or was he letting Melody suck his
cock while he stared at the poster of Heidi Klum on his ceiling? Thoughts of
Melody with cum in her hair pleased me, or maybe she swallowed it down in her
efforts to become the perfect replacement girlfriend since my disappearance.
    Then
I mentally slapped myself for thinking of such stupid and superficial things
when I was stuck in this serious nightmare. This Aaron had shown a human side
to himself tonight, some compassion that conflicted with the crazy, caning
psycho.
    Mom
always said that compassion was akin to weakness. Maybe I had a chance after
all.
    My
sleep that night was plagued with nightmares that made me toss and turn. When
I’d roll onto my back, pain would wake me and send me scurrying back to lie on
my stomach. This repeated throughout the night, until conditioning forced me to
stay put in my sleep. I woke up to find Aaron standing over me.
    “It’s
nearly noon.”
    I
rubbed my eyes then winced in pain. “I need to pee.”
    I
struggled out of bed; he made no move to help me and stood there watching me. I
limped past him and into the bathroom. He was right last night; I couldn’t run
in this state. If I did get a chance to escape, I would need to wait until my
body healed, if he gave me the opportunity for either. A toothbrush and
toothpaste sat on the sink. I picked up the toothbrush; it looked new, not that
I would have cared at this stage. I scrubbed at my mouth until my gums bled,
relishing in having clean teeth again.
    “Can
I take a shower?” I watched his reflection in the mirror, and he gave a slight
nod of his head. I turned on the tarnished faucets and waited for the water to
warm. Then I stepped over the side of the bath and under the warm spray. It was
heaven, until I turned, and the water stung at my rear with viciousness. I
screeched and scrambled to distance myself, slipping and falling onto my hands
and knees in the process. I finally made it out of the bath, grabbing at the
threadbare towel and scrubbing at my skin as fresh tears made their way
silently down my face.
     I
went to wrap it around myself but stopped as he barked, “No.” I sullenly shoved
the towel back on the