Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2016 14:53:45 GMT -5
Logan had appeared, a living memory. There was a big smile on his face when he finally lowered the gun to her chest, eyeing Quinn’s weapons he was quick to take her knives...her bow was longer range than he planned on getting anyway. “Logan? Wow...I cant believe your alive! And...you still have your gun on me...why?” His lips twitched into a lopsided smirk, his teeth glinting in the dim moonlight. “Because I know you Quinn....I am your husband. Remember?”
Things only went downhill from there....It was obvious that in the several years since Quinn had left him that Logan had harbored a resentment for her. Eventually he grabbed her hand to lead her back to his home, his nearly obsidian eyes falling on the wedding ring she still wore.
Her cold retorts had brought nothing but anger from him, and with his strong hand clamped around the wrist of her good arm she knew that she was outmatched. He squeezed and Quinn knew she was out of time to think. “Geez ok, I missed you Logan. I fucked up ok? Is that what you want to hear? That I always thought about going back but I was too weak....” This false confession brought a smile to his handsome face, and although he didn’t release his grip on her it did loosen. “I’ve missed you too Quinn....I thought about you every day.....but we can fix this now that your back.” He seemed elated, roughly yanking her to him and pressing his mouth to hers. Quinn was nervous...he was erratic....maybe the end of the world had broken him... something wasn’t right.
He kissed her hard, holding her against him until she was finally able to break away with a forced laugh. “Whoa... Uh slow down Logan....its been a long time.” He grinned at her, an almost animal like hunger in his dark eyes. “Yes...too long....you were never shy before Quinn.....” He growled, leaning in to nuzzle his face into her creamy neck. She stiffened, wriggling away. “Yeah, I know hun. I’ve not felt so well though...stomach flu.....I don’t want you to catch it....” She tried to pout, to pretend that she really did want him touching her. But it was hard. She was already missing Lawrence......and having an old fling paw at her was not what she had in mind today.
He immediately stopped his advances, pulling back to look at Quinn with concerned eyes. “Your sick? C’mon I’ll take care of you.....my wife.” He grinned as if amused by his own little inside joke, the grin still on his face when out of no where he used the grip of his gun to smack Quinn in the head. Her eyes rolled and she hit the ground hard, but Logan was happy to scoop his wife up in his arms and carry her home.
THREE WEEKS LATER
Quin shifted her leg, the chain attached to her ankle rattling against the wooden legs of the kitchen chair. She sat slumped over the small square table across from a perfectly happy Logan who was scarfing down his food. “Eat, my love.” He urged with a smile. But Quinn couldn’t even look at her plate, just the smell of it was making her ill. Logan hadn’t tried anything more than a kiss or wayward touch thankfully, Quinn didn’t even have to pretend to be sick now...she truly was... She felt horrid. She had expected her period by now...it had been weeks. But nothing.....Her little rendezvous with Lawrence must have left more behind that just a sore feeling. Quinn bit her lip and leaned down until her head was against the wooden table. “Poor Quincy..having a rough day aren’t you dear?....” He clicked his tongue and sat his silverware down to move around the table and pick up his wife. She didn’t protest, what was the point? He had her shackled to the damn wall....even if she managed to stab him with a fork he was smart enough not to keep the key on him. It was way at the other end of the house....exactly where she was unsure. He sat her down on the sofa and Quinn leaned forward to rub at the raw red skin under her shackle. “You could take this off Logan....I’m not going to leave again. I was a stupid young girl back then...” But it was a useless argument. It truly seemed as if something the man had endured had broken him...and he had found this one thing to obsess about. Quinn.
She was a prisoner here, though she hadn’t been tortured or even hurt since that first night when he knocked her out cold. It was hard not to get discouraged...how was she going to escape? She was not going to live out her days as his own personal doll.....she’d find a way to kill herself before things went that far. She was surprised to see Logan walk away only to return with the key in his hand. “I’ll tell you what Quinn....I’ll loosen it ok? I hate to see you unhappy....” Quinn quickly nodded and Logan knelt down to twist the key in the lock. This was it...this was her chance...He had the key.. But the only thing within her reach was an old lamp....she wasn’t even sure what it was made out of...But she had to try. She reached over with her arm, the right was healing well but she knew the left would be stronger. Snatching it off the table she slammed it across his face as hard as she could.
Logan was knocked on his ass, obviously shocked. The lamp itself shattered....obviously not up to the task at hand. Logan stared at her and rubbed his cheek, a hurt look gradually darkening his handsome face. “You fucking bitch! Everyone said I was better off without you!” Quinn felt a bolt of fear as the unbalanced man lunged for her, trying her best to get as far away as her short chain would allow. He grabbed her hair causing a loud yelp from Quinn as he tossed her back onto the couch. “YOU DON'T DO THAT!” He roared, now leaning over her. She hunkered down under the assault, sinking as far as she could down into the couch. The minutes ticked by as he stood there, and just when she thought that maybe he wasn’t going to do anything to her she hesitantly looked up at him.
Logan had been kind to her before....but this wasn’t the same man she knew back then. He was broken, the fragmented pieces of his screwed up reality clashing in a dangerous game. Logan was suddenly upon her, ripping at her clothing. Yanking her jeans down her slender hips despite her attempts to get away. “Your my wife Quinn! This is what husbands and wives do!” She fought against him, but when he twisted her injured arm she gasp in pain and froze. What happened from that point was anything but kind.
As soon as her punishment was dealt Logan tightened her cuff even more and hid the key again. Walking back into the living room of the small cabin he smiled at her as if nothing had happened. Quinn wouldn’t look at him as she tried to straighten her clothes, her arm hung limply at her side. Her shirt was ripped and exposed her bra but she was able to get her jeans back on. “I’ll be back in a little while, going to get some more food. Want anything?” When she didn’t speak he sighed and headed out the door. “Don’t be so dramatic Quinn it was just a fight, couples fight.” He smiled at her and left.
Quinn sat on the couch with her feet curled under her, she didn’t cry....as much as she wanted to....she didn’t cry. Because while Logan had forced himself on her he had dropped his pocketknife.... She sniffled, rubbing her good hand over her face and pushed her hair back from her eyes. She used her thumb to flick the blade out, twisting about she began to try to wedge the tip of the knife into the key hole of the cuff....
Logan’s scavenging runs were bringing him closer and closer to where a large group was staying. He knew they were there, he had occasionally seen them leaving when he ventured close enough. He was near the water now...he could see their stronghold. He was walking along the tree line when a sudden burst of pain shot up his leg. He had stepped in a small animal trap, its teeth dug into his leg. Logan fell on his ass, screaming despite his prior attempts at keeping quiet. “SON OF A BITCH!” He screamed, his fingers clawing at the jaws, having no idea how to get it to release. He looked around desperately....someone must have set it. “Help! Anyone! Please!”