Locked Up
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Seconds turn into minutes, hours, days, years... Life seemed spontaneous, full of joy and happiness. Then you took a closer look and saw it all as a sham. The bright beautiful colors washed away, the aroma turned into stink and the smiles and laughter turned into cackles and screams of terror. Time stopped going by so quickly and inched its way along. Emotions didn't seem to roll off me anymore, they seemed to disappear slowly one by one never to return again. The only ones that seemed to linger and stay were horror, fear, pain and anger. All light faded away into dust in the wind and only darkness remained. It spread like a mold and infected every part of me, slowly taking control and attacking me. Making me suffer. Making me feel every second of its horrible pain. Life never seemed so worthless.... Till you lived this way for so long.
What's the point in living if there is nothing to live for? Family never came and never will. They disappeared and never were heard from again. Memories are more like nightmares that remind me of those cruel says when I could have done something different that maybe would have made a change in the present. Love was ripped away from me and pulled off like a bad aid. No mercy in the matter just a fast and painful rip that tore through my soul.
I don't even feel as if I'm in my own body anymore. I'm stranger in my own flesh. The feelings that come to me or foreign and I think to myself that this isn't me. The touch that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Those goosebumps that travel across my arms when I feel skin to skin contact. The pressure and soreness I get the next morning of displeasure. It continues on....
His arms hold me tightly, with a strong firm grip and I dare not move in chance I may wake him. I've been awake for a couple hours now but if I jostle him too much he could awaken and unleash pain and fury on me. No matter how uncomfortable or unbearable it is I lay there stiff as a board. No movement, no sound, just silence as it echoes through the entire house.
Pretend to be asleep when his breathing changes from deep and heavy to light and aware. Close my eyes but not tightly so it doesn't seem fake. Relax my body and face and all my muscles as to seem at peace and really asleep. His grip loosens for a second and there it is there no longer. I dare not move because I know he is still there, I can feel him watching me like a hawk.
The treading feet tell me he has moved out of the room and throughout the house. I open my eyes and slowly sit up stretching my cramped up muscles and body to their fullest. I too toe to the bathroom looking around fully alert as to not miss a single thing in my surroundings. I shut the door gently as to not make the slightest but of sound to clue I'm up and moving.
I feel dirty and grimy from everything that has happened so I remove the rags of clothing from my skin and enter the shower slowly. The warm running water rushes out and over my skin trickling down my back making me shiver for a second. The peace I feel will only last a moment longer before the water will be heard through the house and he will come back.
Not a moment later a pounding at the door makes my heart skip a beat and thump in my chest like crazy. I try to ignore it but I know if I do he will knock down the door and I will be treated to his punishment he sees fit. So, I quickly turn off the water and hop out of the shower wrapping a towel around my scarred and bruised body making my way towards the door. The next set of pounding on the door is more rushed and violent telling me his temper is beginning to rise.
I turn the knob and open the door a crack and look out to see the face of my predator who haunts my reality and dreams. That glare of hear in his eyes and sneer on his face with his eyebrows scrunched low. He pushes with force against the door and I stumble away from it to let him in. I only hope that he will leave me be and just let me get on with the day. He throws me down clothes and stands there in the doorway.
"Well what are you waiting for?" He sneers. I glance down at the clothing and see its not very modest but I put it on to please him. He still ligers in the doorway staring daggers at me and I look back up into his eyes. My eyes are full of worry, fear and confusion making it clear I don't understand. His temper worsens and he wanders over to me stripping me of my towel and throwing it to the side. I now stand naked in front if him and shy away. The clothing in my hands will cover my exposed body so I quickly unfold and begin to dress.
I slip in the right fabric over my head as it eases onto my body. Looking down at the cocktail red dress and feeling still vulnerable and naked. he leaves the room for a mere second and enters once again with high heels and slides them across the floor. I inch closer to them and slip them on my small feet. I wander over to him and stand in front of the mirror as he hands me a brush and some makeup. The moment I take them from his hands he wanders out of the bathroom and back into the other room. I asses myself once I have finished everything and am very displeased with the outcome.
He likes me this way though. I look slutty but that's what I am to him. To Austin. I'm a slut.... Austin returns and looks me up and down smirking devilishly and wrapping his arms around my waist. My whole body freezes up in his arms at his touch. He pulls away and grabs ahold of my hand leading me away.
On the bed are two bags. I glance from them to him and back again. "C'mon, let's go. We're leaving. Now." He leaves the room taking one of the bags with him and moments later I take the other on I'm my hand and follow him. What else am I to do? My life is meaningless and pointless, I'm finished struggling with a lost cause. The small Ford's horn honks impatiently and I pick up the pace wobbling a bit in these high heels.
Time passes and I now stand in an airport waiting in the security check line to get through. Austin closely behind searching the crowd with his eyes never letting go of my hand. The pressure he puts feels as if he's crushing the bone but if I try to remove it he will make a scene right here right now. Our turn comes and we slide past undetected. He pulls me along, me traipsing behind him clumsily with my bag dragging in my arm.
We board a plane to an unknown destination. Handing our bags off and taking out load onto the pane with is to our seats. Minutes tick by as we sit in silence as the plane begins its way down the runway. We lift into the air and my stomach lurches making me throw my arms around and holding tight. Once we are soaring through the air a lady starts to come around passing out trays of complimentary food. When she reaches us she sets one down in front of both of us.
I shake my head and slowly decline the offer to eat. I have no appetite to fill my stomach with any food. Austin reaches out for my tray and sets it back down in front of me glaring. The lady walks away and when she does Austin's steel like grip is grabbing onto my wrist. He leans close to my ear and whispers through gritted teeth,"eat the damn food or it will be the last you see for a while."
When he lets go I look down at my wrist for one second and see the blue and purple ring forming there. I tug my sleeve of my shirt down to cover it and start to eat the food with force. Austin is watching me closely to make sure I swallow everything and that I eat every last bite and morsel on my tray. Austin gets up finally to use the restroom and is gone for quite some time. When he returns he sits down and glances over at me every few minutes.
The lady returns to collect my tray and his leaving behind a cup of water for me. I didn't realize how thirsty and patched my body was until she set that cup down in front of me. I pluck that cup up with no hesitation and gulp it down in seconds. It took me a couple minutes after to realize that there was a funny taste to it and it suddenly dawned on me that there had to have been something in my water.
My vision gets all blurry and I turn my head to Austin who is smiling mischievously at me. When he went to use the "restroom" he must have drugged the water that the lady would bring to me. My eyes started to grow heavy and I knew I couldn't hold them open for much longer. "You...y-you..." I tried to say but my voice was distant and weak. He just smiled even bigger and answered,"I did."
My world was going black and it was going black fast. Why did he do this? I could go anywhere we were in the air on our way to some unknown location I was unaware of. Then I though I heard something. "Please fasten your seat belts as we begin out landing into London." I must've heard wrong because I couldn't believe that we had flown so far. Someone leaned over onto me pressing all their weight and clicked on my seat belt. Then I realized why he had drugged me when he did... He didn't want me to see where he was taking me once we were off the plane. He wanted to keep the destination a secret and unknown.
I could only think of what would happen when I would wake up but that even seemed distant in my head. I could hear the jets of the plane working and the humming of the engine. That was dimming out and becoming fainter though too. Moments later my sight was gone and my hearing was not far behind. It didn't take long until my body shut down and I went into complete blackness.
What's the point in living if there is nothing to live for? Family never came and never will. They disappeared and never were heard from again. Memories are more like nightmares that remind me of those cruel says when I could have done something different that maybe would have made a change in the present. Love was ripped away from me and pulled off like a bad aid. No mercy in the matter just a fast and painful rip that tore through my soul.
I don't even feel as if I'm in my own body anymore. I'm stranger in my own flesh. The feelings that come to me or foreign and I think to myself that this isn't me. The touch that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Those goosebumps that travel across my arms when I feel skin to skin contact. The pressure and soreness I get the next morning of displeasure. It continues on....
His arms hold me tightly, with a strong firm grip and I dare not move in chance I may wake him. I've been awake for a couple hours now but if I jostle him too much he could awaken and unleash pain and fury on me. No matter how uncomfortable or unbearable it is I lay there stiff as a board. No movement, no sound, just silence as it echoes through the entire house.
Pretend to be asleep when his breathing changes from deep and heavy to light and aware. Close my eyes but not tightly so it doesn't seem fake. Relax my body and face and all my muscles as to seem at peace and really asleep. His grip loosens for a second and there it is there no longer. I dare not move because I know he is still there, I can feel him watching me like a hawk.
The treading feet tell me he has moved out of the room and throughout the house. I open my eyes and slowly sit up stretching my cramped up muscles and body to their fullest. I too toe to the bathroom looking around fully alert as to not miss a single thing in my surroundings. I shut the door gently as to not make the slightest but of sound to clue I'm up and moving.
I feel dirty and grimy from everything that has happened so I remove the rags of clothing from my skin and enter the shower slowly. The warm running water rushes out and over my skin trickling down my back making me shiver for a second. The peace I feel will only last a moment longer before the water will be heard through the house and he will come back.
Not a moment later a pounding at the door makes my heart skip a beat and thump in my chest like crazy. I try to ignore it but I know if I do he will knock down the door and I will be treated to his punishment he sees fit. So, I quickly turn off the water and hop out of the shower wrapping a towel around my scarred and bruised body making my way towards the door. The next set of pounding on the door is more rushed and violent telling me his temper is beginning to rise.
I turn the knob and open the door a crack and look out to see the face of my predator who haunts my reality and dreams. That glare of hear in his eyes and sneer on his face with his eyebrows scrunched low. He pushes with force against the door and I stumble away from it to let him in. I only hope that he will leave me be and just let me get on with the day. He throws me down clothes and stands there in the doorway.
"Well what are you waiting for?" He sneers. I glance down at the clothing and see its not very modest but I put it on to please him. He still ligers in the doorway staring daggers at me and I look back up into his eyes. My eyes are full of worry, fear and confusion making it clear I don't understand. His temper worsens and he wanders over to me stripping me of my towel and throwing it to the side. I now stand naked in front if him and shy away. The clothing in my hands will cover my exposed body so I quickly unfold and begin to dress.
I slip in the right fabric over my head as it eases onto my body. Looking down at the cocktail red dress and feeling still vulnerable and naked. he leaves the room for a mere second and enters once again with high heels and slides them across the floor. I inch closer to them and slip them on my small feet. I wander over to him and stand in front of the mirror as he hands me a brush and some makeup. The moment I take them from his hands he wanders out of the bathroom and back into the other room. I asses myself once I have finished everything and am very displeased with the outcome.
He likes me this way though. I look slutty but that's what I am to him. To Austin. I'm a slut.... Austin returns and looks me up and down smirking devilishly and wrapping his arms around my waist. My whole body freezes up in his arms at his touch. He pulls away and grabs ahold of my hand leading me away.
On the bed are two bags. I glance from them to him and back again. "C'mon, let's go. We're leaving. Now." He leaves the room taking one of the bags with him and moments later I take the other on I'm my hand and follow him. What else am I to do? My life is meaningless and pointless, I'm finished struggling with a lost cause. The small Ford's horn honks impatiently and I pick up the pace wobbling a bit in these high heels.
Time passes and I now stand in an airport waiting in the security check line to get through. Austin closely behind searching the crowd with his eyes never letting go of my hand. The pressure he puts feels as if he's crushing the bone but if I try to remove it he will make a scene right here right now. Our turn comes and we slide past undetected. He pulls me along, me traipsing behind him clumsily with my bag dragging in my arm.
We board a plane to an unknown destination. Handing our bags off and taking out load onto the pane with is to our seats. Minutes tick by as we sit in silence as the plane begins its way down the runway. We lift into the air and my stomach lurches making me throw my arms around and holding tight. Once we are soaring through the air a lady starts to come around passing out trays of complimentary food. When she reaches us she sets one down in front of both of us.
I shake my head and slowly decline the offer to eat. I have no appetite to fill my stomach with any food. Austin reaches out for my tray and sets it back down in front of me glaring. The lady walks away and when she does Austin's steel like grip is grabbing onto my wrist. He leans close to my ear and whispers through gritted teeth,"eat the damn food or it will be the last you see for a while."
When he lets go I look down at my wrist for one second and see the blue and purple ring forming there. I tug my sleeve of my shirt down to cover it and start to eat the food with force. Austin is watching me closely to make sure I swallow everything and that I eat every last bite and morsel on my tray. Austin gets up finally to use the restroom and is gone for quite some time. When he returns he sits down and glances over at me every few minutes.
The lady returns to collect my tray and his leaving behind a cup of water for me. I didn't realize how thirsty and patched my body was until she set that cup down in front of me. I pluck that cup up with no hesitation and gulp it down in seconds. It took me a couple minutes after to realize that there was a funny taste to it and it suddenly dawned on me that there had to have been something in my water.
My vision gets all blurry and I turn my head to Austin who is smiling mischievously at me. When he went to use the "restroom" he must have drugged the water that the lady would bring to me. My eyes started to grow heavy and I knew I couldn't hold them open for much longer. "You...y-you..." I tried to say but my voice was distant and weak. He just smiled even bigger and answered,"I did."
My world was going black and it was going black fast. Why did he do this? I could go anywhere we were in the air on our way to some unknown location I was unaware of. Then I though I heard something. "Please fasten your seat belts as we begin out landing into London." I must've heard wrong because I couldn't believe that we had flown so far. Someone leaned over onto me pressing all their weight and clicked on my seat belt. Then I realized why he had drugged me when he did... He didn't want me to see where he was taking me once we were off the plane. He wanted to keep the destination a secret and unknown.
I could only think of what would happen when I would wake up but that even seemed distant in my head. I could hear the jets of the plane working and the humming of the engine. That was dimming out and becoming fainter though too. Moments later my sight was gone and my hearing was not far behind. It didn't take long until my body shut down and I went into complete blackness.
10/27/13