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The footsteps move farther back, toward the door. There’s a part of me that dreads him leaving. He might be a monster, but to a point, he’s predictable. But there’s another part that is desperate for him to leave, so I can break down properly alone.
I never, ever want him knowing how much any of this really hurts me.
I’ll punch, kick, scratch, refuse to be the good little compliant girl they want. But I will not let him watch me break. Not really.
The second the door creaks closed, a sob grows at the back of my throat, but I fight it, keep it trapped down until his footsteps finally fade. And then I let it free. Loud, angry, body-wracking sobs rip through me as my tears soak through the fabric covering my eyes and snot streams from my nose. My body aches, my muscles screaming in pain at the way I’ve been treated. They might not have gotten to rip my panties free and spread my legs, but they’ve abused me in every other way.
Thrashing against my bindings, I fight to free myself. But it’s pointless, they’re too tight.
Collapsing onto the ground, I curl up in a ball in an attempt to save some body heat. I’ve no idea how I manage it, pure exhaustion and my body shutting down I guess, but eventually, I cry myself to sleep.
Shivers still wrack my body, but my need to shut down is stronger.
I just wish the slumber brought some relief.
By the time the loud creak of the rickety old door echoes through the silence, my body is covered in sticky cold sweat from my nightmares, and that doesn’t get any better when the footsteps approach.
A whimper of relief threatens to escape, but I swallow it down, pretending I haven’t heard him.
He crouches, his whiskey-laced breath washing over me, making my stomach roll in disgust.
“I’m going to count to three, and then you’re going to do as you’re told,” he says.
I’ve no idea if he thinks I’m faking being asleep, or if he’s hoping I can’t hear him and will defy him again.
Something tells me that it’s probably the latter. Sick bastard.
The bindings holding my wrists hostage are suddenly cut free before his deep voice rocks through the air.
“One.” My heart rate picks up.
“Two.” I squeeze my eyes tighter, trying to predict where this is going to go. “Three.” Pure fucking terror washes over me, freezing me to the spot.
But then he says one more word that makes me move faster than I ever have before.
“Run.”
Lifting my hands, I rip the blindfold from my face. Ignoring the searing pain in my shoulders, I blink against the darkness and take off.
Shadows linger in the darkness surrounding me, but I ignore them and force my feet to pound faster, harder against the ground. I don’t even feel the sticks and stones against my bare skin. The only thought floating through my head is my determination to outrun them.
It’s pointless. Hopeless. But still, I hold onto a little nonetheless.
One day I’ll win.
One day I’ll—
A scream cuts off my thoughts as hands grab at me from behind. Hot, unforgiving fingertips dig into my skin, but I’m soaked with sweat and I easily slip out of their hold, continuing through the trees, praying that the cover from the moonlight will work in my favor.
Pain shoots from my bare feet, but my fear still overrides the pain as I run until my lungs feel like they’re going to collapse.
But just like I knew would happen, shadows appear all around me, trapping me.
Tree. Monster. Tree. Monster.
I have nowhere to go. Nowhere to run to.
Looking up, I consider climbing, but what’s the point? I’m never going to win this game.
