The florescent light on the ceiling buzzed in a bothersome way. In reality, that place I didn't want to be, it was the least of my problems. Strung up against the cold brick wall, I was savoring the time alone. Despite the numbness in my hands, the ache from hanging in a prone position for hours, the blood that still dripped from between thighs that were already tacky with the fluid...the sharp paroxysms of pain coming from my...oh god. Oh god please. I clench my eyes shut, trying to stay in the better place. My body tenses, wanting so badly to curl into a ball. The movement sends stabbing agony deep inside me. How do tears still manage to creep from closed eyes?
A few hours later. He's coming. I don't even bother trying to fight the tremors that course through me. Like Pavlov's dogs. Instead of a bell it's that oncoming feeling of terror when the beast approaches. Instead of a treat I get more pain that I thought imaginable. When the door opens, the first thing I see is that smile. Always a smile. Sometimes with dark bloodstains in between each tooth. Sometimes that's not until later. The grin widens at the sound of the whimpers issuing uncontrollably from my throat. "Sleep well, monster?" Laughter piercing the quiet room. My back flush against the wall, it's impossible to pull away when he approaches me. Close enough to smell decay on his breath. "I wasn't too rough with you last night, was I?" His hand slips down my body, stopping to caress the torn flesh between my legs. I retch from the pain. The disgust. He brings his mouth up to my ear. "You know, I could make you enjoy this..." He takes the lobe in his teeth, biting down hard enough to draw blood. I scream, trying to pull from his grasp. "Oh, but it's so much more fun when the enjoyment is ALL mine." He laughs again. "Let's see my little piece of art." He pulls the knife from his belt and starts to saw the fabric of the old dress he costumed me in last night.
Ludicrously, through everything I'm still ashamed of my nudity. "P-p-please...don't..."
He snarls and my head whips to the side from his backhand. I keep silent as he exposes me. The only sound I can't control being the sickened whining escaping my lips. He backs up to lean against the table, taking in my naked, desecrated figure. I don't need a mirror to know what he sees. Bruises in a wide array of colors, the largest stretching from the bottom of my ribs to mid thigh. Cuts, scratches and gouges of various sizes. Some well on the way to healing. Many still oozing blood. A cluster of bite marks on my left breast and ravaged neck. I've never seen a man so pleased at such an abhorrent scene. "Gorgeous...simply breath taking." He steps towards me again. "How about we play around in here for awhile.." Tapping me on my forehead with a filthy nail. I instinctively close my eyes. A bare fight against his mind tricks. "Ah, ah, ah!" He grabs my face, positioning his thumbs at the bottom of my eye sockets. "If you don't open up I'll pop those lovely green eyes like grapes." Emphasising his words with scant pressure. I open my eyes, meeting his and tumbling into a incorporeal nightmare.
The monster's hand is firmly twisted in my hair, forcing me to view the atrocities he's committed. My mother, lying on her side...so much blood. It pours from the gaping wound on her chest. She's choking. Choking on it. "Mom!" My voice cracking with fear. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING!?
Daddy is still trying to reach me. Crawling across the floor, the stump of what used to be his left leg trailing blood on the wood. "Maddie.." he gasps. "Run, Maddie! Save yourself!"
I hear the monster's terrible laugh. The hand not keeping hold on me reaches toward my father. "No! No! Leave him alone! DON'T TOUCH MY DADDY!" The hand seizes father's throat, ripping his jugular open in a spray of blood. I shriek.
"Ha ha ha! Yes! Scream! SCREAM MORE!" The monster whisks his hand over my face, coating me in my father's blood. Laughing. Laughing in unison with my screams.
Thrust back into the present, my screams continue. Stop, STOP! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE! "STOP!" I pull my head back briefly, before smashing it into his face with all my futile strength. Black dots swirl in my vision as that monster falls back, clutching his nose. The rage in his face is scorching. Against all my common sense, against my fear...I twist my lips into an awful smile and shout his own laughter back at him. I don't flinch at his anger, not even when he slams his fist into my stomach, forcing the wind from my lungs. The pain settles deep in my gut, but still...I won't relent. I won't I won't I won't.. He pulls a heavy, rubber headed mallet from behind the table. The air wheezes painfully through my lungs as I unwisely continue our stare down. He steps within arms reach, tapping the mallet into the palm of his hand. Chained, unprotected by even the slight protection of clothes I can do nothing but watch as he lowers the hand with the mallet to his side. He swings the arm back, still low. My eyes widen when I realize his course of aim. I relent. I flinch. I beg. "Please! Please no! NO! NO! I'M SORRY!! OH GOD NO!" The whistle of the mallet covering the distance to my body. The meaty thump as it connects. As it smashes in between my already abused, torn, cut, raped..."AAAAAAAHHHHHGGG." Agony. Suffering. Unable to handle the pain, my stomach churns as I retch again. The paltry remains of my last meal coming up in a burning gout. Oh dear god mom dad someone please help me I can't I can't too much let me die let me die LET ME DIE LET ME DIE. The last thought a shrill scream in my head until I mercifully black out.
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