He carried me out of the house. It was so dark...so dark out. My house hadn't been the only one to lose power. It looked like the whole block maybe more was out. I shivered as the night air hit me. even though it wasn't cold. I kept thinking about what happened, how...how I'd responded. I struggled to process it, then again I struggled with everything right now.
Part of me still thought... hoped this was just another one of my nightmares. Yeah, a really intense, detailed nightmare. Sometimes they could feel so real. I could feel pleasure and pain, taste food and textures...blood, blood was new. Maybe this was just a first and I'd wake up soon. Casey would be there and he would hold me. He'd tell me everything was alright and it would be. Casey…Luka…where was he? What had this monster done to him!
I weakly groaned "Casey, what did you do to him?"
"Shh. We don't want anyone else to get hurt." He hissed back.
Hurt! So he had hurt him! I burst into tears as he took me over to a car. Even though it was dark, I could tell it wasn't the same one he'd been driving from the other day. He dug something out of his pocket, a key fob. He used it to turn off the car's alarm and pop the trunk. He put me inside, there was a blanket and a pillow...'how accommodating.' I could see he had really planned this out. It wasn't a spur of the moment thing, getting rid of Casey, cutting out the power, breaking into our house, attacking me and taking me after.
He gave me a once over, making sure my limbs were all out of the way, before he slammed the trunk shut. It was so dark now, darker then in the house and outside. I couldn't even see my hand as I reached up, touching my nose. I realized it was bleeding. I thought we were going to take off any second, but I didn't feel movement. I don't know how much time passed.
After a while, I began to move my hands about the trunk, perhaps I could find a latch or something. Perhaps I could still get away! I cried off and on, screaming even, hoping someone would hear. The fact that he didn't come rushing back to the trunk, meant he wasn't standing by the car. So where was he? Just what was he doing? I kicked my feet up, hoping to kick the trunk open, but it was useless. It was all so useless. I was so fucking useless! I had always hoped to be stronger...better in this moment.
Some people were fighters, when something happened, when someone hurt them, they didn't' stop fighting with everything they had, and survived. I went over what just happened. I'd fought him, hit him with a baseball bat, but I gave up too soon, trying to run away. It had cost me dearly, he'd come after me again and I hadn't even gotten a second attack off. He'd taken me to the floor and I'd just…just...just- I gave in. I gave up.
I curled up now sobbing. I should have kept fighting! I should still keep fighting but I felt wrecked. I was so fucking emotional. I was scared, angry, upset, confused, hurt, and most of all overwhelmed. It was all hitting me so hard. Eventually, I felt movement as he opened a door. He shut it, then I heard him tap on the trunk several times. I cried out thinking he was going to open it, but nothing happened. I realized he was toying with me! He got in and a moment later I felt the car rumble to life and heard the engine roar.
He slowly pulled out and drove at a normal speed. At one point, I thought I heard sirens and hoped they were chasing us but they soon faded. I tried to keep track of the sounds and where we might be but I had no fucking idea. I tried to start thinking. I needed to come up with a plan, for when he opened the trunk, but I only managed to roll and vomit.
We drove and drove as I bled and my body ached. My mind felt so full and I just kept pathetically sobbing. At one point, the car slowed and we soon stopped. He got out and I heard the door beeping. Then I heard some other things rustling of sorts but I couldn't be sure what he was doing. Finally he banged on the trunk. I don't know if he was trying to upset me or warn me he was coming.
A second later the trunk popped. I wanted to fight, but was immediately blinded, by a bright light being shined in my eyes. I put my hands up instinctively to block the light, rather then defend myself. Yet again, I was reacting to his actions. He'd thought this out while I was always stumbling about in the dark. Even thought I had time, more then enough time to plan, do so something, nothing had come of it.
I screamed at him... at myself as his hand shot out at me. I realized too late he had a cloth. He pressed it against my face and I breathed it in as he hissed something at me. All I could make out was...love. Love! He was not my love! Casey...Luka, was- was-
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I must have passed out because at some point I woke up. I didn't know what was going on. I felt movement, lots of movement. The ground was shaking. It was dark. As I woke up more, I heard a train whistle and the click clack of train tracks. I was on a train, literally or was I dreaming? I pinched myself but knew I was awake. My hair was dried to my face and my nose had stopped bleeding, but I had to breath through my mouth, it was so clogged up.
I felt around with my hands making out wood. I could feel it everywhere, at my sides, above me, and below me. I was curled up and tried to uncurl but I couldn't, the box was just too small. I gasped realizing I was in a box. I tried to break out but I couldn't. The wood seemed pretty thick. I must have been on a box, on a train. It made sense with the movements and sounds.
He must have pulled me from the trunk and stuffed me in the box. I cried out screamed for help and began madly kicking at it, perhaps I could break out. Suddenly I heard a noise...what sounded like a drill or something. For a moment a hole appeared in the box. I could see a stream of light pour in. I pulled back in the box, then something covered the light, him perhaps. No... something else! I heard a hiss sound and soon smelt something funny. He was funneling gas into the box. I tried to cover my mouth but soon gasped and passed out
/
I woke to a loud horn. At first I had no idea what it was, then it went off again, and I realized it was a boat horn. It went off several times. It was much louder then a car and it. sounded like it was nearby or perhaps I was on a boat. I didn't feel like I was moving. I was curled up. I tried to uncurl but couldn't. I ran my hands about as my body ached. I felt wood! All the walls, were made of wood along with the floor and the ceiling. I was in a box there was a blanket. I had dried hair stuck to my face along with what I could only assume was puke and blood. My nose hurt and I could only breath through my mouth.
Something about this... felt familiar but I didn't have time to think about it. I tried to call out and banged on the box. Maybe someone would hear me or I'd be able to break out! I heard a sound then a hole opened and light poured into the box. Again, I was hit with this sense of déjà vu. Had this happened before? I swallowed my throat was dry.
I don't know how but I just knew gas was going to come pouring in. The light disappeared as something moved over the hole, and sure enough, I heard a hissing sound and smelt something funny. This had happened before! I tried to cover my mouth and kick my way out, but I passed out, before I could do much damage.
/
I woke to the sound of cracking. I thought it might be ice but it didn't sound quite right. I heard more cracking then drilling, a moment later, light poured into the room- No box I was in! I quickly found I was in a wooden box. He had me in a box! My face was covered in dry hair, vomit and blood. I had to breath through my mouth as my nose was clogged. All of this felt like some nightmare I'd had.
Becket was in a tank top, he had on sunglasses and a mask. He was holding a crowbar, he'd used to pry open the box. He set it down then lowered his mask, "Have a good sleep love?"
I just screamed backing into the corner of the box as much as I could. He snatched me up and I struggled with him. I tried to fight him off but he wouldn't let go. He grabbed one of my arms and twisted it behind my back as he put the other around me holding me in place.
"Now, now, the time for fighting is over. I won! You're with me now. You're home. Accept it, there isn't a thing you can do this is inevitable after all." I roared out but he knew he had me, "Come now, let's get you cleaned up before your bath gets cold."
'Before my bath gets cold!' Fuck him! I didn't stop fighting. I leaned forward and managed to bite the arm he had wrapped around me. I didn't hold back, sinking my teeth in hard. He cried out then threw me to the ground, he kicked me several times, then punch me in the back. It hurt! It all hurt! This was the first time someone had hurt me like this, in this life. I curled up into a tight ball crying.
He stood over me for a good minute making it clear he was in charge. Then he grabbed me up again, throwing me over his shoulder once more. He carried me out of a large room and into a hall, with a series of doors, one was open. He carried me inside and it was steamy, from the hot water. He dropped me into the water and I cried out. The heat was too much for me but he didn't care. He began scrubbing the shit off my face.
I felt weak, numb and so very sick. I leaned to the side of the tub and tried to puke but I was empty. I just managed to dry heave, then I realized I was thirsty. I started to drink the water and he slapped me across the face.
"NO! What are you a fucking animal! You really are crazy. Don't drink soapy water love, it's not good for you."
He let go of me for a second, to grab an ice cold bottle of water that was sitting on the bathroom counter. He popped the lid off then brought it up to my lips. I was so thirsty I didn't care that it was from him. I drank until it hurt my belly. I felt cold on the inside now and hot on the outside. I fell back in the water as she scrubbed my feet. He cut the toes nails and filed them down. I wrapped my arms around myself, holding myself. I felt strange getting a pedicure from him but I knew it was so I wouldn't scratch him. Everything he did to me, was for his own befit as always. I felt really, strange after a few minutes and wondered if the water bottle had been drugged or something.
He moved me about with ease, cutting my fingernails down to the quick before washing my hair and scrubbing my body. When I was all cleaned up he had me stand in the corner of the room. I nearly passed out I just felt so tired. He took off his clothes, then moved us into the standing shower. He rinsed me off then turned me to face the wall and came up behind me. I knew what he was going to do. He nudged my legs apart with his foot and I whimpered as he made me bend over slightly. He felt around with a hand quickly fingering me.
I jerked as he roughly probed around inside me. He placed himself at my entrance after a minute and I trembled. I didn't want it to happen again but I didn't do anything to stop him. He pushed in hard and I cried out. My screams filled the bathroom.
He shook me getting upset "Sshhh, shh come on now, you need to learn how to fucking take it! Didn't 'Mr. Madison' teach you anything or you never take a cock from behind before." He jerked my hips about as he bashed into me, "Shit! Your tighter from this angle, tighter then I'd expected! I thought a dirty bitch like you must be giving it up to everyone, if your fucking, 'Mr. Madison.' He must have groomed you good, not to step out on him. How many guys you been with huh?"
He shook me again wanting an answer but I didn't respond. He kept thrusting into me as he taunted me, "How many cocks? Huh, just how many have filled this tight hole, Nona? Not many, I can tell!" He breathed me in pressing his nose against my skin, "Good! Good! I wish I could have been your first. Your only but it don't matter, not anymore. You are mine now! Mine! And I ain't ever gonna let you go." He bit down on my shoulder, the other one this time as he thrashed against me. I worried I'd have the same reaction as last time but I did not.
At first I felt numb, disconnected as he moved within me. I felt like I was watching rather then it happening to me. It felt like it went on forever as I had my face plastered against the shower tile. He just kept jerking my hips pulling me into him. Ever so slowly, I began to snap back to my body, my senses returned and I could feel it! The pain! It hurt! It hurt! IT HURT SO BAD! I cried out madly sobbing but somehow this made me feel better. The first time...was just- just- I don't know what it was but this, this is how I had wanted to feel. It was clear I didn't want him on every level.
I cried out pleading, "Stop! No! Don't! It hurts. IT HURTS!"
I struggled to pull away but he wouldn't let me. He ignored my cries and tried to twist my body so that he could kiss me, while he was fucking me from behind. "I just can't help it! You just feel so good! I don't know if it's the crazy or what! They say crazy chicks have the best cunts but fuck...fuck this twat is tasty." I don't think he was talking to me so much as himself.
"Shit, I think I'm falling in love here, this hole...this fucking hole...uh uh… uhhh… yeah… yeah… fuck yeah!" He threw his head back and just pumped into me into the shower wall, "Shit Nona! NONA! Fuck! Nona! Nona! My fucking Nona!. Your pussy is too sweet, your pussy, fuck this is my pussy now! Mr. Madison ain't ever getting his limp dick on this snatch ever again. I fuck better then him right! I got a better, bigger dick right! Tell me! Tell me you like it!" He weaved his fingers into my hair pulling on it. "TELL ME YOU LOVE MY DICK NONA. TELL ME!"
He smashed me against the tile, wanting a response but I just went limp. I started to slide down and fall but he pinned me to the wall with his body. He stopped making demands of me and lost himself in his own world, bashing into me until he finally stiffened and cried out, "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK THIS CRAZY FUCKING BITCH!"
He came hard, I could feel his body shaking as he pressed himself tightly against me. He kept me pinned to the shower wall and I felt his warmth fill me. For a long moment we just stay frozen in the position. When he was finally done, he pulled back letting it drop out. He rinsed us off again with hot water then turned it off. He got a large towel and dried me. Then he got another towel, laying it on the floor. He moved me to lay on it. I did as he wanted. I laid down and I didn't move. I didn't feel. I didn't think. I just existed.
He grabbed yet another towel and got himself dried off. He dressed then, in a black short sleeve muscle shirt, black briefs and gray sweat pants. He ran a comb through his hair and admired himself in the mirror. He plucked a few hairs then got the first aid kit out from under the bathroom sink. He crouched beside me and treated my injuries. It stung but I just laid there.
After he finished treating me, he got a blow dryer and went over my hair. Then he sat me up between his legs and brushed my hair out as he whistled. Every so often, he'd run his fingers through my hair or lean forward and breath me in. He was surprisingly gentle, taking care not to tug on my hair, which only made me feel sicker. To know he could be so violent and yet so gentle...it was a choice, all of it was choices.
Once my hair was tangle free he put it into a long braid, "This is how you sleep right?" I didn't respond and he went on. "That's okay, you don't have to answer, I bet you're tired from all this fucking around." He gave me a hug from behind. Then breathed me in again, "Shit you smell so good! My shampoo is nice but every bit of you just smells so fucking good. I swear, you are like cocaine or something." He got out from behind me and laid me back down on the towel. He grabbed my arm, then sniffed up and down the length of it. "Whatever scent you're giving off is setting me off. You've also got this glow about you." He hovered his hands over me, "Every part of you is beautiful."
He grabbed my breasts with both hands and gave them a good squeeze. Then he kneaded them in his hands, "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah."
His breaths got heavy as he stared at me with glossy eyes. He leaned down and started sucking on my breasts, kissing and caressing them, before biting down. He bit at my nipples and took a chunk of my breast, mashing it in his teeth. I knew he liked to leave his mark. It hurt but I just stared up at the ceiling. I knew he was going to do it again, and there was not a thing I could do about it.
After a few seconds, he spread my legs and got between them, laying on top of me. He pulled his dick out of his sweatpants, and tore into me once more. His thrusts were messy and sporadic as he bashed into me. Again my body hurt. It burned with pain. I closed my eyes as tears escaped down the sides of my face. I felt nothing for him, for this...nothing but hate and disgust. I knew it was messed up but it brought me some small comfort.
He got annoyed that I wasn't reacting to him, "Do it like before!" He hissed. He tried to get us back into that lotus position but I just let my body go completely limp, refusing to engage. He got more frustrated and groaned "Wrap yours arms and legs around me like before."
I ignored him, pretending I couldn't hear, feel or think. I just stared up endlessly at the ceiling.
He shook me "Come on I know you want this! You've been asking for it for years! I've come for you. I got you. You're mine now. Give me a little something, put some effort in!"
We locked eyes and he could see my utter disdain. He grimaced then slapped my across the face. My head went to the side and I just kept it there, making no attempt to react. He growled at me, "Fine! Fine you're tired! I'm tried to!"
He gathered up my legs as I lay on my back. He held them as he violently jutted into me. It didn't take him long. He was just going to a quick release. When it came, he let out a long moan and collapsed onto of me, resting his head on my breasts.
He kept himself inside me as he cooed. "Your warmth, mmm your warmth is the kind of warmth I've only dreamed of, and your breast are like soft pillows. I have a feeling I'm going to sleep good tonight. But I've got work to do," He groaned. "Got to take care of some business."
He drowsed for a minute or two, then reluctantly pulled himself out. He sat back on his knees then ran his fingers through his hair. He put himself away and rested for another minute before he got up, grabbed hold of me and tossed me over his shoulder once again.
He carried me back out into the hall with all the doors. We went to the very end this time. When he got to the door, I heard a beeping sound as he entered a code. Then I heard several clicks as locking mechanisms released. He had already set up a base. He liked to do that a lot of what he did was secretive and he valued his privacy. The fact that he had some, place with this many doors and codes, it was early days but he'd already begun building his empire.
He carried me into a dimly lit room, with computers and a lot of monitors. One wall was practically covered in them. He took me to a corner of the room that had been modified with steel bars and a steel gate. It was a fucking cage! He'd put curtains up around the bars and had filled the cage with a mattress, blankets, pillows and various stuffed toys.
He put me down on the bed then brushed some of my hair out of my face. He ran the back of his finger tip against my cheek then leaned in and kissed me. He closed his eyes while I kept mine open looking off to the side. I saw that every corner of the cage had a security camera in it, covering every angle, should I get up to anything. The kiss went on and on, far longer then any should. I swear it was the longest five minutes of my life. He just kept his cold lips pressed against mine and became a statue. I don't even think he breathed it was so stiff.
Eventually he pulled back, he looked confused for a second then smiled at me. He ran his fingers through my hair then kissed me again and again, lips, cheeks, chin and neck. I thought for sure he was going to rape me again as he moved to caress my breasts but he pulled himself away. He backed out slowly, creepily glaring at me like he didn't want to take his eyes off me, should I disappear.
He shut the cage door and left the room. I laid there for a long moment, then dared to painfully sit up and look around. The room didn't have much to it. The walls and floor were made with cement. One wall had monitors on it, another had various papers and pictures of me. There must have been dozens if not hundreds of pictures. He got surveillance footage from my work. Picks of me outside, on my way to and from work. He got pictures of me in the kitchen, washing dishes and in our bedroom, making the bed. It was like he'd set a camera up at every one of our windows.
Worse! I saw pictures of us in our house, me in the shower, in the bath, brushing my teeth. Casey had camera's in every room to make sure I was safe. He worried about me when he was away. I reminded him I'd lived on my own but coming back to the city, he just didn't want any problems, if he had to work long hours. Becket had hacked into the cameras and used them against us. I knew if Casey knew he'd never forgive himself. He'd think he'd let him into our lives but Becket would have found a way in one way or another.
I looked at the wall of monitors and saw every room in our house on full display. One monitor in particular caught my eye. It was a live feed of Casey in the living room. He was with Angie and what appeared to be the police. Casey was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. I pressed myself up against the bars and reached out beyond them as if I could reach him. I knew he couldn't hear me but still I cried."Casey! Casey!"
He pulled his hands from his face and stood up. He started doing little circles in the living room. I didn't know what he was saying but he did that when he was upset. His mouth got big and I saw him slap the back of his hand into the palm of his hand. He did that when he was trying to make a point. The police and others were saying something and he threw his head back rubbing his eyes. He shook his head not agreeing with whatever they were saying.
I reached out to him wishing I could be there. It took me longer then it should have, to realize Becket hadn't hurt him. Becket must have given me something because that should have been my first thought...that he was okay. He was okay. I ran my hand over my face feeling sluggish. I looked back at the monitors and my vision became blurry. It was because I was crying. I wiped my tears away. I couldn't help it. I was just so happy he hadn't hurt Casey...yet. The way he'd said he'd gotten him out of the way and how he'd said 'he didn't want anyone else to get hurt' I just assumed. I was glad I was wrong! He was okay! He was okay. I was not okay, but he was okay.
The door opened and Becket returned with a duffle bag. He saw I was up and smiled. "And here I thought you were tired. You want to go again. I got a few more in me, I think."
I gave him a look of disgust and pulled back to the furthest corner of the cage.
"Okay rain check." he said then dropped the bag down in front of his desk. He stretched then sat down in his chair and started taking things out of the bag. I recognized some of my clothes, shoes, pictures, a puzzle and some paperwork. He took out a bag of pill bottles and I realized it must be my medication. I curled up studying him as he looked over them. He'd read off the name, check it on the computer and either toss it or keep it.
I realized this is why we hadn't left right away. When I was in the trunk, I vaguely recalled us not moving for a while. He had gone back into my house and grabbed my medications and other various items. I looked at it puzzled. I could get the medications but why the clothes, since he wasn't going to let me wear any? Then it dawned on me! Taking my medications, clothes and other various items...it could be argued, I wasn't kidnapped but ran away. I wondered if that was what was going on with Casey. Did the police think I'd just run off? I looked back at the monitor. Casey was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands again.
I wished there was some way I could get a message to him, and let him know I was safe...safe huh. I snorted. I was alive...that was more accurate. I let out a heavy sigh knowing I wouldn't see Casey again for a very, very long time, if ever again in this life.
I had always known this moment would come and I had written him a letter. I'd tucked it away with some of his other mementos. I figured he'd find it one day, weeks, months or even years from now. It was an apology wrapped in a goodbye... just in case.
Mostly, I told him I would always love him, and none of this was his fault. Whatever happened! Whatever 'HE' did to me wasn't on him. I knew Casey wouldn't fully understand until he was awake but I just wanted there to be something. There were so many lifetimes where we didn't get to say goodbye. So many times things had been left unsaid. I tried to say all the things I wished I had said then...that I could say now. So I wouldn't have any regrets but who was I kidding. I had so many but there wasn't much I could do about it, this was my life now.
I looked around 'my' cage, this was where I was to reside until... I didn't. I bit my lip as more tears escaped down my cheeks. I shook my head. Why didn't I try harder! Why didn't I take this more seriously! I could have become some super assassin or lived in a cave. No, no, I threw my head back against the bars. If I lived in a cave, he'd be a cave diver or a forest ranger. If I lived in the sea he'd be a scuba diver or the captain of a ship. If I lived in space, he'd be an astronaut or an alien. This right here, was always meant to be, our paths would always cross, our fates were intertwined.
Just as I would always meet Casey...Luka, I'd always meet Becket…Ur...mrr...E...Uri. No L something. I shifted my gaze it felt like it was on the tip of my tongue. I closed my eyes as it came back to me Ur...L. Urel. I opened my eyes knowing that was his true name. Becket's true name was Urel!
"Urel" I said it to myself, feeling a chill run up my spine.
Becket looked up from his task and narrowed his eyes at me, "What's that?"
I didn't respond. He watched me for a moment then went back to what he was doing. I bit my lip and sighed. I knew his true name now but what was my true name? To be fair, I didn't remember any of them, save for the life I was living now. I didn't really focus on names or faces. We've had so many by now. What did it matter. Still, I wish I knew what name I'd chosen.
"Should be okay." he sighed, finally having gone through all the medications. He tossed all but two."They had you on a lot of shit, more then me," he laughed running his fingers through his hair. "But you don't need it. Not anymore."
He yawned then stretched before getting up. He went over to a mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. He drank some of it then brought it over to his desk. He took out, a packet of something, poured it into the water bottle, put the lid back on and shook it up. Once it was well mixed, he brought it over to the cage, and offered it to me through the bars.
I didn't ask what it was but he told me, "For you to get some sleep. We could both use it. Well me more then you."" he said yawning again. "You've had several naps while I've been up for days."
Days! Had we been traveling for days? I didn't know my sense of time was off. I had no clue if it had been, hours, days or even weeks. Everything felt so constant, moment to moment. Either way, however long it had been, I was far from home, from Casey. I dared to look back at the monitors. He was still with the police. He was in the kitchen now on the home phone as Angie was talking to the police. I shouldn't look. That was no longer my life. I felt...I felt like I was looking through a window that was slowly getting smaller.
He snapped his fingers then shook the bottle of water, "Come on! Take it!" I ignored him. He sighed, "Fine you need some 'help.' I can 'help!"
I watched him dig under the collar of his shirt. He pulled out a cord with a key attached to it. He unlocked the cage as I got to my feet. He came at me and I tried to get around him. Maybe I could get out and lock him in! I rushed passed him but he turned, snatching my hair up. He painfully yanked me back until he got hold of my neck.
From there he put me on the floor, nearly knocking the wind out of me. Then he practically broke my front teeth, pressing the bottle up to my mouth. He painfully squeezed my cheeks and I cried out before he almost drowned me, waterboarding me with the bottle of water. I sputtered to catch my breath but he kept going until the bottle was empty.
He threw the empty bottle at me, then got another, since most of it had landed everywhere but my mouth. He was quick in and out as I sat up and struggled to catch my breath. I madly coughed and gasped as he got the bottle, drank some and mixed it up again, all while not taking his eyes of me.
"I'm trying to be nice here. I gave you a choice! You want things to be hard they can be hard!"
He came back in again and I went for him. I had nothing to lose at this point! I crouched forward and sprung off my feet, with everything I had, going for his middle. I tackled him, sending him back a few feet, but he wouldn't be overcome. We wrestled for a good while until the bottle was on the floor, and he was sitting behind me, with both my wrists in his hands.
"Wow, I forgot how much fun this was!" He hissed. I wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic or serious, either way screw him! I screamed and struggled some more. He went on "That's it love, let it all out, let it all out but one way or another, you are drinking this!"
I stopped struggling and sat for a long moment, still trying to catch my breath. I felt strange again, something was defiantly amiss with my head, "What did already you give me?" I rasped.
"Something to calm you down, I see it didn't help."
"Screw you," I screamed, my throat felt like it was on fire, with all the hacking and shouting.
"In a bit," he sighed, "I've got some minor details to wrap up first."
He kissed the back of my neck, and I smiled, getting an idea. I leaned forward and then shot my head back as hard as I could, connecting with his nose. Oh how he cried out then! He cursed something fierce too. He let me go, and I turned, to see him clutching his bloody nose. Oh I hope I broke it! I swung at him trying to get at him more and he fought back. He lunged at me and we struggled again until he had me pinned underneath him.
We were both winded as he said, "I can... do this… all fuck…fucking...day...or night."
"Fuck- " I went to say fuck you but stopped.
"Oh look, she's learning." He teased.
I tried to headbutt his nose but he moved so I couldn't get it. He pulled something from his pocket, a zip tie. He bound my wrists together. He got off me and pulled me to sit up. I still tried to fight but after a good minute of him just jerking me around, I sat back on my legs and let him put the bottle to my lips. I took the water in and he thought it was over...that I had given in again but I lifted my head and spit the water into his face. He wasn't expecting that and was still nursing his bloody nose. I think I got some mixture in his eyes. I could only hope!
He pulled back hard clutching his face. "FUCKING BITCH! DO YOU WANT ME TO HIT YOU! DO YOU GET OFF ON IT THAT MUCH!"
He punched me in the face. His hand moved so fast and hard I didn't have any time to react. I fell to the ground, my head going back, and to the side. My nose started to bleed and my mouth filled with blood. I screamed! It hurt so fucking bad but I glared at him with fury and defiantly spit a wad of my blood, in his face.
His ice blue eyes lit up then. He was furious, fuck beyond furious but I knew he was loving this. His mouth curved up on one side as he went for me with both hands. I tried to dodge and he punched me in the ear, then chest and shoulder. I cried out and interlaced my fingers trying to hit him back, with both my hands. I collided with his chest and shoulder but it did little to stop him.
He kept hitting me in the face, chest, shoulder, and sides, until I was flat on the ground. My face covered in blood. I couldn't open one of my eyes. Not done, he put his hands around my neck and began to squeeze. Everything hurt so much but I definitely glared up at him with my one good eye until I lost consciousness.
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