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I groan as I find the will to open my eyes.
Breathing in the air feels like swallowing glass shards. As I squint, I notice that I am in some sort of cellar. I try to move my arms but they don't seem to follow my brain's commands as they lay stillness at my side. I’m not tied up however even that would be better than being paralyzed.
I am positioned in a chair in the middle of a dark cell. The ground is dirt and the walls seem to be made out of cement blocks. My eyes start to water from the dust in the air.
Time Skip
It's been at least 2 hours since I have woken up, and no one has checked on me yet. I have had that time to think through every possibility of what they might do to me. I am still paralyzed and it doesn't seem to be wearing off anytime soon.
As I continue to run through potential situations, the door opens. In walks Ace.
I glare at him as he kneels right in front of me. He just smiles at me as if he didn't kidnap me and drag me to this dingy old basement.
Trying my hardest not to sound weak, I manage to say “Ace. Where am I?” My voice seething out a level of rage that I have never used before.
“Sweetheart, don't worry your pretty little head about such trivial things. You should be asking ‘What do you want with me?’ instead. And to save you some breath, I will just answer for you. I am going to make you mine,” he says as his endearing smile turns sinister, “no matter the cost. Well actually it won't cost me anything but you should really worry about yourself.”
He gets off his knees and walks out of the room for a second. I hear a creaking and then something shuts. When he walks in, he has an assortment of tools in his hands. He has a briefcase and some whips.
He puts everything on the ground then snaps his fingers and some people walk in and put a table in the corner. They pick up the tools and put them on, then open the briefcase. Inside there are knives with all sorts of edges and lengths. There are also some gags and needles with liquid in them.
At this point, I have practically lost my cool and thrown all 15 seasons of Criminal Minds tips out of the window.
“Ace, please! You don't need to use any of that! If you would have taken me on a few more dates than you would have realized that I am head over heels for you!” He wishes! The term I should have used is ‘was’ because I can never fall in love with someone as deranged as him.
I try to give him my cutest pouty face that I can muster under the conditions.
“I don't think you understand, little bird. I'm not using these things because I hate you. I am using them because I love you. Let's get started.”
As he says that, everyone else walks out of the room and closes the door. We are left alone.
“Now my bean, is the paralytic still working?” he asks as he checks my arm, “It is. Perfect.”
He walks over to the table and grabs a knife. Tracing the edge on my face lightly draws a little blood. Then he uses it to cut open my shits and shorts.
Through all of this, I have decided that I am not going to talk or scream and give him that satisfaction.
After he cuts off all of my clothes and I'm left in my underwear, he grabs the whip and cracks it in his hand.
Despite all of my willfulness, my lip started quivering.
He starts with my bare stomach. Leaving the spot only when he's satisfied that he can rub his hands in my blood. Then he picks me up and throws me on the ground. Whipping my back more and more till my body is so mutilated that no one would be able to recognize me. Crying out of my mom or my sister just fuels his rage.
After he is finished, I can't feel the texture on the ground. It just feels empty. I have to close one of my eyes because it is drowning in my own blood. My white hair is stained red as it drapes all across my face and body.
“How did you like that my little kitten? That will teach you some discipline. However I love you so much that today I will grant you some pleasure after your punishment. Don't worry, even if you are a virgin, I will make you feel good.”
Not liking where he was taking this, I try to reach for his pant leg to beg for him to stop, but either the paralytic hasn't worn off, or I am so beat up that I can't even move. I suspect it's a combination of both.
He takes my body and lays me on my back so that I have nowhere else to look. He takes off his belt and his pants. I close my eyes and wish to go to a better place. As I feel him getting positioned I let out a small grunt of pain and sorrow. He ignores it.
Then I feel a sharp pain and I can't help but scream.
“Scream as much as you want bitch. You're all mine now!”
I scream so hard as he is moving. When he is done, I open my eyes and his eyes are amused. I watch as his member rises again and I just start closing my eyes and screaming again.
“Shut the fuck up! You're ruining it for me! Even after I tried so hard to make you feel better. Looks like you don't deserve my kindness right now, so I will be as rough with you as I want.”
He slaps me and my body jolts with the impact. I just lay there still trying to block everything out. He gets up and grabs the gag from the briefcase and clips it on my face.
“There. Now you look so ravishing at my little bird. Just waiting patiently to pleasure your master. Look at how your slutty body is, just calling me in. This is all your fault birdie.”
Soon, I tune everything out and my eyes glaze over. My brain makes a safe space for me and I go into a coma like state. I can hear my sister calling me so I look up and I am sitting in my house eating breakfast with my sister.
She smiles up at me and asks me where I have been. I just look back at her confused.
Where was I? How long was I gone?
She just looks back at me and asks the same question. I try to answer but the same thing happens over again. It won't stop.
I’m trapped in a loop.221Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjZV6cYpozN
