Locked Up
Barred In
The pounding rushing through my head is banging against my skull. A weight or being smashes against my head or running into a wall repeatedly is how bad it hurts. Stiffness overtakes me, I can't move my limbs or any part of my body from lack of energy. I struggle to crease open my eyes wearily to get a sight of my surroudings.
The edges of my vision are still fuzzy and blurred up but I have a pretty clear view to make out the objects surrounding me. I lay on a small bed near the floor from the feeling of softness below me. Other than the bed the floor is just cement and rock hard and cold as ice. There's a table with a bottle of wine on it not opened yet, to my other side is one small window that is barred from the outside. In the corner of the room is a stairwell leading up to a door that I can only imagine is locked.
My muscles are so tight and sore and my body feels compacted together. Struggling doesn't help with my little energy I have. The slicing feeling of cold hard metal digging into my flesh on my wrists catches my attention. My head turns to evaluate both sides of me and strapped into the solid cement walls are chains that are strapped to my wrists like I'm a prisoner. Pulling against them makes the chains dig into my wrists even deeper leaving bruises and cutting into my flesh letting the small cuts of blood pour freely.
The jangling of keys makes my head snap to the furthest corner of the room and up at the wooden door. inserting one certain key into the lock aas it turns slowly letting the rusted noise echoe throughout the damp room. Bright light filters down and my eyes squint from the burning pain of such brightness until a dark figure covers it mostly up.
The dark figured shadow makes its way down the stairs shutting the door with a loud "SLAM" behind it. By its general way it walks and briskly swings it arms and the shoulders hihigh the stance is of a man. I cower back now sitting up with what I have left of energy. The chains are pulled right against me from my squirming and inching against the wall. The figure steps onto the cement floor and flips a light on. The little bulb in the middle of the room bubbles to life and there in the murky side shadows stands him....
Austin stands there talk and proud smirking big and happiness flickering through his blue eyes. He advanced slowly towards me and the sound of his shoes pounding against the solid floor echoe in the dank area. Hovering over me now he leans down, his face inches from mine and laughs crazily. "Morning sweetheart. Did you sleep good?" His rough deep cutting voice sends chills down my arms making me shiver and shake uncontrollably.
I stare up at him with fear lying deep in my eyes and the horror of what will happen next flowing through my mind. A small silver key rests in the palm of his hand and I can't help but have my eyes drawn to my source of freedom. He follows my eye sight and smirks back up at me pulling the key to my arms and unlocking me from my shackles. The moment he steps back I pounce off the bed running towards the stairs, to my freedom.
Hard arms come wrapping around my waist pulling me back and pinning me against his sweaty chest. Leaving over he whispers in my ear,"I love it when you play games with me." The warm breath on my ear causes goosebumps to form on my arms and for the hairs in my neck to stand up. I feel my fear riding and panic setting in. I try to get out of his arms pulling with all my strength and might against his hold.
My teeth sink into his arm and he screams out as I puncture his skin making him unlock the embrace. I flit away bounding up the stairs and have my hand around the knob when a hand grips me tight around the wrist. I try to pull out of the grip but I tightens ferociously around my wrist making the bone feel as if its breaking. Another hand runs into my hair tugging ion it hard making me lose my balance as I'm thrown down the stairs and splay onto the chilling floor.
He makes his way down the steps slowly with anger boiling in his eyes, hands clenched into fists skin so tight it's white. My body aches from the impact but I crawl backwards trying to escape his prying jaws. Moments later his hands are wound threw my long hair thickly. Beginning to pull me towards the bed, I get a chilling burning sensation as my side is rubbed against the cool floor.
My head makes contact with bed leaving a bumping sore in its wake. He lifts me up by the scruff of the neck like a dog and throws me onto the be with force as my head connects with the chains on the back wall. Before I can recover weight is pressed against me and I look up to find him sitting right on too of me smiling down evilly. "Time to play," he chuckles and leans forward. Our lips merely inches apart and then they touch mine. The force he puts as he moves his lips on too of mine with aggression using his tongue wanting entrance. I flatten my lips and purse them tight until he grabs me around the thigh and squeezes tight causing me to groan in pain as he enters my mouth.
His tongue wanders around aggressively as he begins to grind on me and hold onto my hips digging his nails against my skin. His lips leave mine as he pulls his shirt over him and throws my shirt to the side too. He went back to harshly kissing me as I struggled and moved he grabbed onto my breasts hard and wouldn't let go. I was crying and I could feel the tears slipping down my face as he continued to hurt me.
He started to take off the shorts I had been in and as he pulled them down my legs I kicked my feet up at him when he at the bottom. The kick landed straight on his fav remaking him stagger back. When he recovered he growled big and stood over my small helpless body. I couldn't keep on fighting him with no energy. His hands went to his pocket of jeans as he struggled to take something out. "You're gonna regret that," he hissed. Out of his pocket came a pocket knife with the blade all new and shiny.
He lunged forward and attacked the only thing open and vulnerable.... My chest. The blade struck down my chest right between my breast as it continued to cut through my flesh. The cut started from where my shirt would cover it to my belly button. The knifes blade was torn back as he stood up off my body and surveyed his work. He wiped of the knife and thrust it back into his pocket. One more time he leaned over my chest and his tongue quickly darted out and onto my cut.
Screams of agony, my agony filled the room as he continued to lick my new formed wound. It burned and ached and he was making it worse as he kept going and going. Finally he stood up satisfied with his work and began to walk back up the stairs to the wooden door again. At the top he opened up the door and stood in the doorway blocking the light again. "Now you behave yourself sweetheart! And think about what you did wrong! I'll be back!" He cackled in a way and shut the door as it shook on its supports. The rusted lock sounded again as it was tightly bolted from the other side.
Sitting up I grabbed my legs and huddled them against my bruised chest as the blood started to stop flowing and began to dry up healing itself. My tears returned and flowed freely now being able to let out all my pent up sorrow after he was gone. I knew Austin would return and so worse things to me. I had no energy so soon he would get what he wanted from me because I wouldn't be able to fight anymore. All hope was fleeting for me.
I glanced at the table with wine on it again and walked over to it opening it up and gulping it down. It burned my throat as it descended into my stomach. I felt a little tipsy now but my thirst was gone and I knew that for now that was enough. Walking back over to the bed I pulled the torn up sheet over my shattered and bruised body and cried myself to exhaustion. My mind relaxed itself as it took me into an unfitted sleep of rest.
I knew that only bad things would continue to happen but for now all I could was fight it. Until I knew it was a losing battle... But for now I'll try and fight as hard as I can till there is no reason to keep going. Then I will slowly decay and die. I will become nothing more than his physical shell and it will soon be the end of me. These thoughts haunt me as I toss and turn in my sleep of nightmares. They continue to torture my every thought but I can't escape.... I'm barred in from the outside.
The edges of my vision are still fuzzy and blurred up but I have a pretty clear view to make out the objects surrounding me. I lay on a small bed near the floor from the feeling of softness below me. Other than the bed the floor is just cement and rock hard and cold as ice. There's a table with a bottle of wine on it not opened yet, to my other side is one small window that is barred from the outside. In the corner of the room is a stairwell leading up to a door that I can only imagine is locked.
My muscles are so tight and sore and my body feels compacted together. Struggling doesn't help with my little energy I have. The slicing feeling of cold hard metal digging into my flesh on my wrists catches my attention. My head turns to evaluate both sides of me and strapped into the solid cement walls are chains that are strapped to my wrists like I'm a prisoner. Pulling against them makes the chains dig into my wrists even deeper leaving bruises and cutting into my flesh letting the small cuts of blood pour freely.
The jangling of keys makes my head snap to the furthest corner of the room and up at the wooden door. inserting one certain key into the lock aas it turns slowly letting the rusted noise echoe throughout the damp room. Bright light filters down and my eyes squint from the burning pain of such brightness until a dark figure covers it mostly up.
The dark figured shadow makes its way down the stairs shutting the door with a loud "SLAM" behind it. By its general way it walks and briskly swings it arms and the shoulders hihigh the stance is of a man. I cower back now sitting up with what I have left of energy. The chains are pulled right against me from my squirming and inching against the wall. The figure steps onto the cement floor and flips a light on. The little bulb in the middle of the room bubbles to life and there in the murky side shadows stands him....
Austin stands there talk and proud smirking big and happiness flickering through his blue eyes. He advanced slowly towards me and the sound of his shoes pounding against the solid floor echoe in the dank area. Hovering over me now he leans down, his face inches from mine and laughs crazily. "Morning sweetheart. Did you sleep good?" His rough deep cutting voice sends chills down my arms making me shiver and shake uncontrollably.
I stare up at him with fear lying deep in my eyes and the horror of what will happen next flowing through my mind. A small silver key rests in the palm of his hand and I can't help but have my eyes drawn to my source of freedom. He follows my eye sight and smirks back up at me pulling the key to my arms and unlocking me from my shackles. The moment he steps back I pounce off the bed running towards the stairs, to my freedom.
Hard arms come wrapping around my waist pulling me back and pinning me against his sweaty chest. Leaving over he whispers in my ear,"I love it when you play games with me." The warm breath on my ear causes goosebumps to form on my arms and for the hairs in my neck to stand up. I feel my fear riding and panic setting in. I try to get out of his arms pulling with all my strength and might against his hold.
My teeth sink into his arm and he screams out as I puncture his skin making him unlock the embrace. I flit away bounding up the stairs and have my hand around the knob when a hand grips me tight around the wrist. I try to pull out of the grip but I tightens ferociously around my wrist making the bone feel as if its breaking. Another hand runs into my hair tugging ion it hard making me lose my balance as I'm thrown down the stairs and splay onto the chilling floor.
He makes his way down the steps slowly with anger boiling in his eyes, hands clenched into fists skin so tight it's white. My body aches from the impact but I crawl backwards trying to escape his prying jaws. Moments later his hands are wound threw my long hair thickly. Beginning to pull me towards the bed, I get a chilling burning sensation as my side is rubbed against the cool floor.
My head makes contact with bed leaving a bumping sore in its wake. He lifts me up by the scruff of the neck like a dog and throws me onto the be with force as my head connects with the chains on the back wall. Before I can recover weight is pressed against me and I look up to find him sitting right on too of me smiling down evilly. "Time to play," he chuckles and leans forward. Our lips merely inches apart and then they touch mine. The force he puts as he moves his lips on too of mine with aggression using his tongue wanting entrance. I flatten my lips and purse them tight until he grabs me around the thigh and squeezes tight causing me to groan in pain as he enters my mouth.
His tongue wanders around aggressively as he begins to grind on me and hold onto my hips digging his nails against my skin. His lips leave mine as he pulls his shirt over him and throws my shirt to the side too. He went back to harshly kissing me as I struggled and moved he grabbed onto my breasts hard and wouldn't let go. I was crying and I could feel the tears slipping down my face as he continued to hurt me.
He started to take off the shorts I had been in and as he pulled them down my legs I kicked my feet up at him when he at the bottom. The kick landed straight on his fav remaking him stagger back. When he recovered he growled big and stood over my small helpless body. I couldn't keep on fighting him with no energy. His hands went to his pocket of jeans as he struggled to take something out. "You're gonna regret that," he hissed. Out of his pocket came a pocket knife with the blade all new and shiny.
He lunged forward and attacked the only thing open and vulnerable.... My chest. The blade struck down my chest right between my breast as it continued to cut through my flesh. The cut started from where my shirt would cover it to my belly button. The knifes blade was torn back as he stood up off my body and surveyed his work. He wiped of the knife and thrust it back into his pocket. One more time he leaned over my chest and his tongue quickly darted out and onto my cut.
Screams of agony, my agony filled the room as he continued to lick my new formed wound. It burned and ached and he was making it worse as he kept going and going. Finally he stood up satisfied with his work and began to walk back up the stairs to the wooden door again. At the top he opened up the door and stood in the doorway blocking the light again. "Now you behave yourself sweetheart! And think about what you did wrong! I'll be back!" He cackled in a way and shut the door as it shook on its supports. The rusted lock sounded again as it was tightly bolted from the other side.
Sitting up I grabbed my legs and huddled them against my bruised chest as the blood started to stop flowing and began to dry up healing itself. My tears returned and flowed freely now being able to let out all my pent up sorrow after he was gone. I knew Austin would return and so worse things to me. I had no energy so soon he would get what he wanted from me because I wouldn't be able to fight anymore. All hope was fleeting for me.
I glanced at the table with wine on it again and walked over to it opening it up and gulping it down. It burned my throat as it descended into my stomach. I felt a little tipsy now but my thirst was gone and I knew that for now that was enough. Walking back over to the bed I pulled the torn up sheet over my shattered and bruised body and cried myself to exhaustion. My mind relaxed itself as it took me into an unfitted sleep of rest.
I knew that only bad things would continue to happen but for now all I could was fight it. Until I knew it was a losing battle... But for now I'll try and fight as hard as I can till there is no reason to keep going. Then I will slowly decay and die. I will become nothing more than his physical shell and it will soon be the end of me. These thoughts haunt me as I toss and turn in my sleep of nightmares. They continue to torture my every thought but I can't escape.... I'm barred in from the outside.
Notes
Sorry if this is somewhat short but when I do the forceful stuff to Rosalie it makes me really upset even though it isn't really happening. So I try to write it it I don't like to so I have it my best shot! Well I hope you are enjoying the book so far! I will try to update as soon as I can but today is my cousins birthday so I'll try my best!Comment, subscribe, suggestions, questions. Leave them all below! Thanks!
10/27/13