Chapter Twenty Three- Rescue Mission

My heart pounded against my chest. They were going to kill him using me… I writhed around against the chains, trying to get free. I cringed, feeling the pain of the choker stinging me. It wasn’t taking my soul, but it still hurt. I closed my eyes, trying to be creative. I stood up calmly, the chains pulling me back down. I cringed as I hit the ground. I would have to do something I hated doing. It was something I was taught to do when someone was abducting you. I inhaled sharply, my lungs expanding as they filled with air. I gritted my teeth, then opened my mouth, letting a shrill shriek escape my throat. I heard the scream echo across the room and down the hall. I had a continuous scream for about thirty seconds, then I opened my mouth again. I had gotten used to this from the concerts I had been to. I was about to scream for the tenth time when Pete burst in through the door. He glared at me.
“What the fuck do you want?” He snarled. I looked up at him innocently.
“My chains hurt and I fell over trying to escape.” I stated. Pete rolled his eyes, thinking for a moment.
“Well you’re in luck. Patrick wants you anyways so you get to get out of here.” He said calmly, removing the chains. He removed the gem from the binds, but left the bind wrapped around me. He picked me up, pausing for a moment before putting me down.
“You need to change.” He said calmly, tossing me a blood red gown. I kept eye contact with him for a moment.
“Well?” I asked. Pete raised an eyebrow.
“What?” He asked. I rolled my eyes.
“I’m a lady. You’re a man. There is no way I’m letting you see my bare body” I stated. Pete’s face flushed as he spun around, facing the wall. I shook a bit, the binds falling off of me. I slipped into the dress, though. I needed something else to wear. I looked over at Pete, my ears perking up as I realized that he had made a huge mistake.
“May you sleep well. Now collapse.” I ordered. Pete spun around, confused, but it was too late. Pete fell to the ground, unconscious. I smirked, picking up the hem of my dress and running out. 
“It’s a shame your… dogs are so weak” I muttered to Patrick, despite the fact that he could not hear me. I continued running down the stairs until I came to the main room. I was unsure of where to go. I mean, when I had gone through here the first time, I was unconscious. The second time I hadn’t escaped. It was soon clear to me where I was going as a trap door opened beneath me, my body falling through it. I landed on the ground gracefully despite the distance. Around me was darkness except for the single light that was on around me like a spot light. I looked up at Patrick as he stared down at me, a pleased grin spreading across his face.
“I have to say, Taylor. You don’t disappoint.” He stated. I grinned, standing up straight.
“Well thank you. I’d have to say that unfortunately you do.” I stated, the dress encircling around me as I pulled myself into a defensive position. Patrick sighed, lunging out at me but I dodged the attack gracefully, landing on the nearby wall, then kicking of and landing behind him.
“Oh come on, my trap door was a nice touch, wasn’t it?” He asked, spinning around. I grinned ducking down and hitting his legs. Patrick faltered, then using the momentum got back up, hitting me in the face.
“I’d have to say that it’s been done” I said, shrugging. Patrick smirked, holding up one hand.
“How about this. This floor is covered in the binds that you were wrapped up in. as for your ability to attack me, I happen to be telekinetic. So.” He said, the ribbon like binds shooting up and wrapping around my wrists and tying them together. I cringed as I tried to pull them apart.
“You see? I never play clean. In fact, I don’t plan to play nicely when Josh comes either. I use what I have.” He said calmly. I felt my body rise and start to move towards him. He held me in his arm calmly. 
“At the moment, what I have happens to be a great prize after all. Did I mention that my telekinesis gives me the power of human puppetry as well? And with your powers bound the way they are right now, that’s all you really are.” He said. I cringed away from him, but he held me tightly as the lights burst on. We were in the study that I had been in earlier that day. Patrick smirked as more binds shot out, wrapping around my arms and legs as he sat down next to me. He snapped his fingers. I felt my body growing weaker. I glared at him.
“W-What is this?” I asked. Patrick shrugged.
“I’m simply taking away your strength temporarily. Well, until I’m done with you. It’ll come back later once the plan is finished.” Patrick explained. I gritted my teeth.
“I’ll kill you… if you… hurt him…” I panted. The binds began to hurt as I felt my body growing weaker and weaker. My mind began to grow fuzzy as my ears drooped. Patrick smirked.
“Of course you will. Now stay there like a good little girl and go to sleep. It adds for a nice effect.” Patrick ordered. I felt my eyelids closing as I grew tired. My mind slowly began growing black.