The Great Escape (open)

Victoria was sore, and tired, and hungry. She had sat here in this cage with nothing to keep her company but him. She still could barely process how things had gotten to this point. Sure things had been going south with derek, she loved him and he loved her, but she wanted him to have better than her. Maybe she pushed him too far, but really it could be a million things.

At first she had protested by not eating, then he had force fed her, and even more, eerily mentioned there was more than one way to keep a person alive when they didn't eat. Then she refused to look at or talk to him. He would come in and tell her about his day, what he had done at school, what he'd eaten for lunch. It was almost as if he seriously thought that this was a normal thing that someone should do. He even made a point of sleeping on the floor next to her in the cage, stating that as long as she was in there he wouldn't sleep on the bed. Then he stuffed her cage full of soft plush toys which really through her for a loop. She wasn't sure if this was his form of love, if he just felt guilty, or if he was a cruel mastermind, but she just knew she had to escape.

She was in what was, essentially, a cage for a large dog. The cage was only kept solid by the mat underneath and so, if she could lift the cage up and slide the mat out! Of course the idea was much easier than the actual execution. The cage was heavy and meant to contain a creature much stronger than she. But she was determined and refused to give up and despite how her arms screamed she managed to life the cage just enough to push the mat out from the bottom, leaving her with just the cage and the floor. But she was a thin and agile girl, and wriggiling her way out was far less difficult than lifting the cage itself.

Now free she wasted no time in escaping. She didn't grab any clothes or things she owned, she didn't waste any time to write a note, not even one that told him to go eff himself, she ust made a break for the door, fully intending to beat it down with her body if necessary. Yet when she grabbed the door knob, it turned, and she laughed hysterically, in a way eerily reminiscent of a mad woman. That idiot had left it unlocked, she was free. Without wasting another moment she threw open the door and bolted down the street like a bat out of hell, not bothering to pay attention to where she was going.

Victoria wasn't sure what to think at first when the man grabbed her. She wanted to scream but her throat was too dry and so she merely watched him in mute horror. Normally his contradictory actions and emotions would have been a red flag for the girl to start running, naked and scared as she may be, but that required her to actually listen to them, and these days, Vicky had done far more leaping than thinking.

She hugged the coat around her body miserably, tears springing to her eyes as the man spoke to her in a soft tone. She was not so trusting as she had been before her....her vacation, knowing now that even the kindest smiles could hide motive and if her best friend was willing to turn on her, than anybody would, and no one was safe.

"Believe me I've learned far more about bad men in the last few months than I ever wanted to know, and none is so dangerous to me than the one I am fleeing. I'm a student at the academy on this island and....I need to get back there, I've been gone for months," she whimpered out however unwisely, her fear and greif interfering with pure common sense.

Victoria laughed weakly, because if she didn't she knew she would cry in greif. She let him lead her on silently without any fight. Frankly he could probably do anything to her and she wouldn't fight, she had just lost the one person in the world she had loved, who had claimed to love her. She was too lost to even care anymore what happened to her.

"It's okay, I don't really have the luxury to not trust you really. But I appreciate the help, even if you do have some sort of motive behind it all," she replied brokenly, her voice was hoarse and weak, the result of not drinking anything for days. She nibbled absently at the vereal bar as they walked, completely out of it and miserable.

The funny thing was that, all through it Vicky didn't really fight. She couldn't car, she had gone from a cage to being some sort of drugged. Sure she felt like an idiot, but scared? Not really, being scared implied she had something in life worth living for. She awoke slowlyher eyes narrowed as they adjusted to her surroundings.

"Well let's see, my best friend and the man I loved had me locked in a cage for months. I've barely eaten, and definitely haven't drank for days. Now i'm laying here on an operating table after being drugged. I've definitely been better, that's for sure," she commented sarcastically as she looked at him, none of the fear or hesitation one might expect in her eyes, just pure apathy.

Vicky didn't really respond much, an eyebrow quirk at how he seemed to be acting more feminine by relating to her boy problems but mainly just watching him. She knew there would be pain eventually, the area screamed dangerous for young girls, she just couldn't summon the energy or presence of mind to care.

In truth the whole scenario was eerily reminiscent of the house fire so long ago. She had been laying there on her bed, more like padding on the floor really. Half out of it, seeing the danger but not caring even as it crept closer to her. Back then Derrick had rused in and saved her, knowing what she knew now perhaps he even caused it.

"So then, what experiments are you planning to do, I see lines, am I to be sliced and diced open?" she asked rather blankly, no emotion registering in her voice or eyes as she spoke.