Mick had nearly lost all hope that he would ever get out of this hell, even his seduction plan seemed useless. How could he do it after what had happened with the policeman? She was insane and obviously didn't stop at anything to keep him here. He was scared. Deeply. Until now the drugs and the hope that somebody had to look for him kept him somewhat optimistic, but with every second his hope seemed to disappear more and more until he had only two choices left.

Either he would have to stay forever in this prison or she would soon get rid of him and Mick wasn't sure what the worse option was.

Dying would at least put him out of this misery, but he didn't really want to just give up like that. It would be his end and as long as he still had some hope left he would fight and maybe just maybe it would pay off in the end.

Even if he had no idea how to keep it up or how he would manage to get out of here. His last few hopes had been crushed cruelly under her hammer. At least his leg was only broken, the policeman hadn't had so much luck. Mick shuddered at the memory. It had been so unreal like something out of a movie that he still had problems wrapping his head around it and the drugs and the pain were not helping either.

His body and his mind were probably in a very bad state, not that Mick could really judge that at the moment, but he felt awful. More than he had ever in his life before. Everything hurt and at the same time it didn't. He still felt like floating around on his cloud of numbness, but the moment he moved an inch of his body he felt how much it actually was failing him.

His mind was too. Thinking seemed harder and harder and Mick wasn't sure how long he could go on like that until the Sister had erased even the last bit of him. Memories were already fading and he felt less and less than himself with every minute that passed. If he didn't get out soon, he feared he would soon be so gone that he couldn't even recall his own name.

"How are we feeling today?"

Mick wanted to glare at the grey figure, before him, but that would have cost too much energy. Energy Mick hadn't left.

Something cold touched his head and he nearly groaned at the sensation. It was so relieving and so good, even though Mick wasn't feeling hot, but his senses were so messed up that he was surprised he could still feel something at all.

"You're hot. That's not good... I probably should look at your wound again."

He grumbled something, of which he wasn't even sure what it was supposed to mean. In this state he could forget his seduction plan, he couldn't even talk and hardly lift his hand.

She had moved on to his leg, at least Mick thought so, he felt something cold graze his leg gently and he nearly groaned again. It felt even better on his leg than it had on his head.

"That doesn't look good... No No No... What am I going to do now?" Her voice was panicked and it nearly made her sound more insane than she probably was. It scared him, how bad had he to be for her to get nervous about it?

And still there was a part of him that wasn't worried at all, instead it somehow felt glad. Maybe this was indeed Mick's end and he could finally get out. He didn't want to die, but it couldn't be worse than this was. The more he thought about it the better it sounded. Even if there still was this little voice telling him, it was wrong and he should fight, but how?

The Sister sobbed and it yanked Mick out of his daze. He felt like he had missed something very important, but he couldn't recall anything. His mind had other worries.

"Why..?" he croaked out, somehow at least he hoped it was. It had even sounded to his own ears like senseless blabbering.

"I can't keep you... You need to go."

Mick's eyes widened, disbelieving he looked at the Sister, did this really mean what he thought it did? She was letting him go? Just like that?

She had her head buried in her hands and he couldn't see her face, which scared him somehow. Not that it would have helped him much judge her either, she was insane and his mind was a total chaos.

"But you need to stay here, where you're safe... but your wound needs a doctor... It's all my fault, I shouldn't have touched you, it was a sin. I'm not worthy..."She cried out and Mick did nearly too in joy. He still couldn't believe that his escape would be that simple, but he surely wouldn't complain about it.

As if she had the same realisation, that it couldn't be that easy, she stopped her crying and lifted her head to look at him. Her eyes were red, but they held such a cold look that it made Mick tremble.

"There's another way to save you from further damage..." She mumbled quietly, but with such a force inside her voice that Mick's stomach turned at it. "You can't go back, that will be the end of you and I can't live with that. You're everything I ever wanted, you're my angel and I-I I'm very sorry for what I'm about to do, but I fear it's the only way to save you..."

Mick's breath caught in his lungs as he heard her. This could only mean one thing and even if he had thought that dying maybe wouldn't be so bad, he surely didn't want to. 

He needed to fight and get out of here and fast or else she was going to kill him.

Thanks for reading, voting and commenting! Sorry again for taking so long to update, but I was really busy! Well there's only one chapter left to this story, so I try to get that out as soon as I can.