Locked Up
Torture
- 1 month later -
There is no hope.... Hope never existed. For if it did I wouldn't be here still. The pain over the last month has drained me whole. The agony, torture, fear had been drained. I lie an emotionless heap, other than the pain. Pain is becoming my companion. It seems to follow me and hang over my head all day and night never leaving my side. It's a constant reminder that I'm trapped and that hope has left me. Hope gave up on me and I'm not sure why it did. I never gave hope a reason to give up on me, it sort of just left one day and I could tell because everything became dark and full in my life.
The scars and bruises will never go away. They've been deeply implanted in my body and they will forever be apart of who I am. The long scar down the middle of my chest from the knife, all the bruises in my hips from his hard grip, slashes and marks all across my back from his "whippings." Austin was a cruel overbearing person and he loved to see me in pain, it brought him a rush of joy and excitement. It disgusted me!
My ribs stuck out and you could see the whole structure of them clearly. Starvation would never quite come though because he forced me everyday to drink a bottle of wine and every couple days a piece of moldy bread. I wish starvation, sickness, or exhaustion would take me away from this cruel life. The urge to keep living has left me but still I can't seem to let go. Someone or something is forcing me to hold on I hope there's a reason it's keeping me here... The pain is rather an enemy than a friend. I'd rather leave then enjoy its thorough company.
Those thoughts of pain and wanting to leave brought on the nightmares and past memories. There was this one time in particular that I would have given anything to get away from. I wanted my life to end right then and there the pain was that horrible.
- flashback -
Austin's body was smothered up against mine. He was biting and kissing my neck aggressively whole grinding on top of me. I was letting the emotionless tears fall from my eyes even though I knew it would keep going. Austin pulled back and gazed down at me with that hideous smirk of his planted across his face. I wanted to smack it off him but I knew it would only cause me more pain.
He hand been drinking before he came down here because he had stumbled down the stairs almost losing his balance and his breath stunk of beer badly. A beer bottle had rolled out of his grip next to the small cot when he came over to me. I didn't think anything of it until now.
His body was pushing against mine faster now and he was kissing my lips using his tongue trying to gain entrance that I wouldn't allow him to have. His hands dug into my sides and I gasped as he took the chance to slide his tongue into my mouth. He pulled back breathless as he continued and he leaned over best to my ear and whispered,"say my name."
I lay there staying quiet just letting my tears and whimpers be the only audible noise throughout the room. He grabbed onto me tighter making me groan in pain,"say it!" I started to cry harder letting the whimpers become louder. Austin bent over a grabbed the bottle from the floor and smashed it next to my head. It rain into a million pieces scattering across the cot and onto the floor.
"I'm gonna ask you one more time. Say my name." I shook my head and continued to whimper because I knew what was going to happen next. He dug that shattered sharp end of the bottle into the side of my waist as I screamed out in agony and pain. He looked down at me waiting until he dug it in even deeper. "STOP! Please, Austin..." I spoke softly. He chuckled,"a little louder sweetheart." He pulled the bottle out of my skin and rose it higher and then it came down impacting into my skin again with much more force. I screamed and screamed and finally to make the pain stop I said his name through my screams.
Moments later the bottle was ripped away from skin and his weight was pulled off of me. He didn't even glance back in my direction. Austin just strode up those steps a little unbalanced, slammed the door and locked it. The last thing I heard was a loud bang from upstairs and I knew he had fallen and past out. I sat there huddled in the dark crying and whimpering as the pain continued to burn and sizzle through me. I wanted it to end I wanted my life to be over for all these horrible things to stop happening but it never came... I never said goodbye.
- end of flashback -
I had made up my mind, next time Austin ventured down here to try and hurt or abuse me I would try to escape. By a coincidence I had found a couple of the shards from the beer bottle and hid them near me. Using them against him I was hoping it help lead me to my escape and freedom.
Just as I was going through the plan in my head one more time I heard the rusty sound of the key in the old wooden door again. The door swung open on its creaky hinges and in stepped the beast as he made his way down the case of stairs. He lugged himself over to me and sat on the bed side staring down at me. "I'm going to unchain you, but no funny business got it?" I shook my head cause he had no idea what I was planning.
The chains around my wrists loosened and I sat up just staring at him. I couldn't attack him and run off till the right moment when he approached me. His figure turned to face me and I could see the evil look playing in his eye and I knew that meant trouble. His grip was around my neck moments later and he was pulling his face towards mine. His lips met mine and my whole body begin to ache and burn automatically. I reached for one of the shards of glass from under the sheet and stabbed it in his thigh. His body backed off mine as he yelled in pain looking down at what had got him. Without hesitation I quickly scooped up the other pieces and stabbed him in his hand and foot too.
He was screaming and yelling trying to get off the bed and make his way to me. I was already up the flight of stairs and at the door. Running out I slammed it behind me and saw that the key was left in the door so I turned it and locked it pulling it out of the hole and throwing it to the side. I kept running for my life not daring to turn around and I could hear the pounding on that door but I didn't dare turn back for anything. As I reached the outside I cringed at the sunlight and almost scurried back into the dark. It had been so long since I had seen light and been outdoors.
It took my eyes a minute to adjust to the light but when I did I took off into the trees and sprinted to find some sort of civilization. In the distant I thought I could make out a man yelling,"I will find you!" But I though it was all just in my head, more like I hoped. Then it hit me hope was back it had come back to me again and I handy noticed.
Tears were streaming down my face as I let my legs carry me wherever I was heading. A little farther and I ran into a city passing people who continued to stare at the crazy woman running down the sidewalk. I slid into an alleyway out of the sunlight to rest for a minute or two. Where was I supposed to go? What if he followed me? What if he goes searching and finds me? All these questions swarmed through my head.
My body was overheated and the lack of energy I had made it hard for me to do anything except rest. So I let my whole body slip down the grimy wall and onto the hard damp floor beneath me. I brought my legs to my chest and curled my arms around me while laying my head on top. My tears continued to fall but for a different reason now. I was crying because I was free and I was alive and I had hope.
There was nothing holding me back anymore. There was no one hurting me and no one trying to take me away from any thing. My body wasn't in pain or agony and I didn't fear anything at this moment. All the pain and torture was gone. I would never face that again I hoped. I let my mind run wild and just sat there lost in thought.... No more pain.... No more torture....
There is no hope.... Hope never existed. For if it did I wouldn't be here still. The pain over the last month has drained me whole. The agony, torture, fear had been drained. I lie an emotionless heap, other than the pain. Pain is becoming my companion. It seems to follow me and hang over my head all day and night never leaving my side. It's a constant reminder that I'm trapped and that hope has left me. Hope gave up on me and I'm not sure why it did. I never gave hope a reason to give up on me, it sort of just left one day and I could tell because everything became dark and full in my life.
The scars and bruises will never go away. They've been deeply implanted in my body and they will forever be apart of who I am. The long scar down the middle of my chest from the knife, all the bruises in my hips from his hard grip, slashes and marks all across my back from his "whippings." Austin was a cruel overbearing person and he loved to see me in pain, it brought him a rush of joy and excitement. It disgusted me!
My ribs stuck out and you could see the whole structure of them clearly. Starvation would never quite come though because he forced me everyday to drink a bottle of wine and every couple days a piece of moldy bread. I wish starvation, sickness, or exhaustion would take me away from this cruel life. The urge to keep living has left me but still I can't seem to let go. Someone or something is forcing me to hold on I hope there's a reason it's keeping me here... The pain is rather an enemy than a friend. I'd rather leave then enjoy its thorough company.
Those thoughts of pain and wanting to leave brought on the nightmares and past memories. There was this one time in particular that I would have given anything to get away from. I wanted my life to end right then and there the pain was that horrible.
- flashback -
Austin's body was smothered up against mine. He was biting and kissing my neck aggressively whole grinding on top of me. I was letting the emotionless tears fall from my eyes even though I knew it would keep going. Austin pulled back and gazed down at me with that hideous smirk of his planted across his face. I wanted to smack it off him but I knew it would only cause me more pain.
He hand been drinking before he came down here because he had stumbled down the stairs almost losing his balance and his breath stunk of beer badly. A beer bottle had rolled out of his grip next to the small cot when he came over to me. I didn't think anything of it until now.
His body was pushing against mine faster now and he was kissing my lips using his tongue trying to gain entrance that I wouldn't allow him to have. His hands dug into my sides and I gasped as he took the chance to slide his tongue into my mouth. He pulled back breathless as he continued and he leaned over best to my ear and whispered,"say my name."
I lay there staying quiet just letting my tears and whimpers be the only audible noise throughout the room. He grabbed onto me tighter making me groan in pain,"say it!" I started to cry harder letting the whimpers become louder. Austin bent over a grabbed the bottle from the floor and smashed it next to my head. It rain into a million pieces scattering across the cot and onto the floor.
"I'm gonna ask you one more time. Say my name." I shook my head and continued to whimper because I knew what was going to happen next. He dug that shattered sharp end of the bottle into the side of my waist as I screamed out in agony and pain. He looked down at me waiting until he dug it in even deeper. "STOP! Please, Austin..." I spoke softly. He chuckled,"a little louder sweetheart." He pulled the bottle out of my skin and rose it higher and then it came down impacting into my skin again with much more force. I screamed and screamed and finally to make the pain stop I said his name through my screams.
Moments later the bottle was ripped away from skin and his weight was pulled off of me. He didn't even glance back in my direction. Austin just strode up those steps a little unbalanced, slammed the door and locked it. The last thing I heard was a loud bang from upstairs and I knew he had fallen and past out. I sat there huddled in the dark crying and whimpering as the pain continued to burn and sizzle through me. I wanted it to end I wanted my life to be over for all these horrible things to stop happening but it never came... I never said goodbye.
- end of flashback -
I had made up my mind, next time Austin ventured down here to try and hurt or abuse me I would try to escape. By a coincidence I had found a couple of the shards from the beer bottle and hid them near me. Using them against him I was hoping it help lead me to my escape and freedom.
Just as I was going through the plan in my head one more time I heard the rusty sound of the key in the old wooden door again. The door swung open on its creaky hinges and in stepped the beast as he made his way down the case of stairs. He lugged himself over to me and sat on the bed side staring down at me. "I'm going to unchain you, but no funny business got it?" I shook my head cause he had no idea what I was planning.
The chains around my wrists loosened and I sat up just staring at him. I couldn't attack him and run off till the right moment when he approached me. His figure turned to face me and I could see the evil look playing in his eye and I knew that meant trouble. His grip was around my neck moments later and he was pulling his face towards mine. His lips met mine and my whole body begin to ache and burn automatically. I reached for one of the shards of glass from under the sheet and stabbed it in his thigh. His body backed off mine as he yelled in pain looking down at what had got him. Without hesitation I quickly scooped up the other pieces and stabbed him in his hand and foot too.
He was screaming and yelling trying to get off the bed and make his way to me. I was already up the flight of stairs and at the door. Running out I slammed it behind me and saw that the key was left in the door so I turned it and locked it pulling it out of the hole and throwing it to the side. I kept running for my life not daring to turn around and I could hear the pounding on that door but I didn't dare turn back for anything. As I reached the outside I cringed at the sunlight and almost scurried back into the dark. It had been so long since I had seen light and been outdoors.
It took my eyes a minute to adjust to the light but when I did I took off into the trees and sprinted to find some sort of civilization. In the distant I thought I could make out a man yelling,"I will find you!" But I though it was all just in my head, more like I hoped. Then it hit me hope was back it had come back to me again and I handy noticed.
Tears were streaming down my face as I let my legs carry me wherever I was heading. A little farther and I ran into a city passing people who continued to stare at the crazy woman running down the sidewalk. I slid into an alleyway out of the sunlight to rest for a minute or two. Where was I supposed to go? What if he followed me? What if he goes searching and finds me? All these questions swarmed through my head.
My body was overheated and the lack of energy I had made it hard for me to do anything except rest. So I let my whole body slip down the grimy wall and onto the hard damp floor beneath me. I brought my legs to my chest and curled my arms around me while laying my head on top. My tears continued to fall but for a different reason now. I was crying because I was free and I was alive and I had hope.
There was nothing holding me back anymore. There was no one hurting me and no one trying to take me away from any thing. My body wasn't in pain or agony and I didn't fear anything at this moment. All the pain and torture was gone. I would never face that again I hoped. I let my mind run wild and just sat there lost in thought.... No more pain.... No more torture....
Notes
Sorry it's been a while for this story! I got sick and still am but my mind was running wild with ideas so I let my sick body get up and write this chapter for you guys. I hope you enjoy it and tell me what you think. It was about time that Rosalie get out of her prison because she was miserable... Well leave any comments, questions, suggestions anything below! Please vote and subscribe! Thanks! Ill update soon! - bye!P.S. sorry if its a little shorter than my others... I ran out of things to say without spoiling more of the story.
10/27/13