All my bravado is gone. All of the fight in me vanished. I’m ready for him to be done with me, he’s done everything he could ever do. I haven’t moved since he forced himself on me. No, let’s say it for what it really was. He raped me.
A salty tear rolls down my cheek, but I don’t move when I hear doors slamming against walls and his heavy footsteps walking a fast pace toward my prison. He throws the door open with such force that I think it’s going to come flying off its hinges.
He’s red faced and panting as he flips me onto my front and lifts my hips high in the air. I hear him unbuckling his belt and I go to my happy place, he can’t touch me there.
I stay limp as silent tears run down my cheeks and I pray for death. I pray my body will just give up from the physical and emotional exhaustion, from the starvation and dehydration. On my first two days here I was given a full meal and a bottle of water, they soon dwindled down and now all I’m given is a small cup of warm water and sludge which I presume is supposed to be a protein shake. It’s like trying to swallow lumpy swamp water and I almost always bring it back up, so I’m running on empty.
He pushes his hips into me again and again, grunting with each thrust. I choke back a sob, my happy place has vanished, all I remember now is pain.
He finishes and trails one of his disgusting fingers down my spine. “I’m starting to get bored of you, sweet girl. Where’s your fighting spirit?”
I don’t answer him, I just screw up my eyes and try to desperately grab onto anything that will take me away from here.
Picking my head up with what hair I have left, he screams in my face, “Answer me!”
I whimper, hating how weak I sound as I answer him. “It ran away with my dignity… and your toothbrush apparently.”
I receive a punch in the mouth for that but I smile through the pain, I’ve been waiting to use that one on him. Blood mixed with saliva trickles out the side of my mouth and drips onto the already dirty mattress as I start to laugh. I sound like a crazed lunatic, and perhaps that’s what I am now.
“There she is, your mom didn’t have any fight left in her in the end like you, you’ve lasted much longer than her.”
I freeze at his words and I feel the electricity running through my veins. “You’re a fucking liar!” I scream.
He laughs. “She never once stopped asking about you, made me promise her I wouldn’t go near you. Aww.” He runs his finger down my cheek. “Mommy loved you very much, she just wasn’t strong enough.”
I can feel myself starting to lose control. “You’re lying!”
“She wanted to take you with her when she left, but I told her I’d find you both and make her watch as I had my way with you.”
My heart stops, I always knew it was because of him she left, but I never knew he actually made her leave.
“You bastard!” He strokes my hair tutting and I flinch. “Stop it! Please just kill me!” I beg.
“In due time, sweet girl.” That same menacing laugh that haunts my dreams floats next to my ear. “I hunted her down the same way I did with you, she didn’t have a chance at getting away from me. I found her trying to play happy families with a surrogate family.” I try to read whether he’s lying, if he is he’s doing a pretty good job of hiding the fact. “She was sober and looking after someone else’s two kids. The ex-wife was six feet under so she took her place, tragic really when you think about it.”
He smiles down at me. He’s a fucking psychopath!
“I took her to this very room,” he says nostalgically, looking around the small space like it’s a fond memory. “Two days was all it took to break her. Then I slit her throat and watched every drop of blood pour out onto her cheap perfumed neck.”
I thrash underneath him as sobs wrack my body, my mom was a victim the same as me, she didn’t see any other way.
“And now it’s your turn. Don’t worry, you’ll be together again soon. I’ll even do you the fuckin’ courtesy of buryin’ you next to her.”
“No!” I scream, managing to buck him off me onto the floor.
I sit up as quick as I can and back up against the wall as he crawls back toward me.
“But first…” He pauses for effect, pinning me further against the wall. “We’re going to have a little bit more fun.”
He moves one of his hands and cups me there. That’s his first mistake. Something invisible snaps inside me and every ounce of fight I ever had in me rushes back into my body.
I let him keep his hand there as he moves his body closer, my eyes zone in on the knife he keeps in a sheath on his belt. He’s not watching my movements, too caught up in his own disgusting game. That’s his second mistake.
I reach for the knife and he coils his hand around mine after I manage to grab it, crushing it. I cry out to distract him but I don’t miss a beat as my free hand jolts up against his nose, sending him flying backward, and I shut my eyes as blood spurts out everywhere.
“You fuckin’ bitch! You broke my nose!”
I smile a triumphant smile. “That’s not the only thing I’m going to break. It’s my turn now.”