Leena's Fear
"Will that be all ma'am?" asked the cashier at Mandees. He looked up at his customer, and hoped it would. Although it was one hundred degrees in the middle of August, she had on a long pair of aqua-green pants, and a long-sleeved yellow turtleneck. Also, she'd neglected to remove her wraparound black sunglasses while in the store. Her short hair was magenta—a rare color—and she had on a strange stick-like headpiece.
"Yes," she replied softly, "Thank you." Then, she left the store.
The cashier next to him inquired, "What was up with that girl? Isn't it way to hot for an outfit like that? And why's she still got her glasses on?"
"I know what's going on," stated a man in her line. He had gray eyes, blue-black hair, and was wearing a business suit. "Those are signs of a woman who's suffering from physical and mental abuse. I've seen those symptoms before."
The two cashiers exchanged shocked glances. "But who could be so heartless as to harm an innocent girl like that?" wondered the female cashier.
Meanwhile, the woman was walking along the street. She could tell that they were talking about her, it was the same wherever she went. Warm clothes in the summer…dark glasses in the winter…it was either look weird or have her shame known.
As she walked, the girl looked up at the sky. 'My name is Leena Toros, seventeen years old. After my mother's death, my father began to relapse to his childhood…and has stayed there ever since. He spends all his time playing with models, and is an avid shopahaulic. So we were often in a state of near poverty.'
Leena sighed as she opened her locket. In it was a picture of herself as a child. She was standing with her father and older brother Leon. 'I haven't seen them in several months, not since I moved in with…him,' she thought, 'I met that devil spawn boyfriend of mine about six months ago. When he heard of my plight, he offered to allow me to move in to his mansion. My father agreed—eager for me to move up in the world. But things didn't turn out the way I expected at all.'
As she walked along the boulevard, many people stopped and stared. Several showed concern for her, and asked if she was all right or needed help. But Leena only said, "I'm ok, I can get home just fine."
When no one was looking, Leena took off her glasses to wipe the tears from her two black eyes. 'He turned out to be quite a cold and calculating individual. My first night there, he asked me to have sex with him. When I refused, he brought out a whip and club, kicked me down to the floor, and began to beat me. I spend all my days in a little room. If I refuse to sleep with him by bed time—which is every night—he beats me with his hands, a whip, club, baseball bat, Kendo stick, and whatever else he decides will be fun to use. And when I go outside—only to work or necessary shopping, I'm not allowed to party or even see friends and family—someone is always watching me from the shadows. If I attempt to escape or get help, I'll be dragged back to him, and probably be beaten even worse than normal.'
Fear was the aura around Leena as she returned to the mansion. A group of bodyguards surrounded her, to keep her from being seen by any visitors. They marched up to her room, and locked the door. Leena was again a prisoner.
* * *
For dinner that night, Leena was given a miniscule amount of chicken over a tiny portion of rice. If she agreed to have dinner with the demon downstairs, she'd get a bigger and fancier meal. But the one time she'd agreed to eat with him, he'd tackled her to the ground, and tried to rape her. It was only Leena's first night there, and she'd fought back against him and kicked him off. And she'd do it again if needed be, no matter how much damage he'd done to her dignity, he'd never take her integrity or virginity.
But even if she could escape, Leena had no plans of going to see her father or brother—who was putting himself through college. It would pain them too much to see what she'd become. The person she wanted to see most was her best friend Naomi. She was the type who'd probably let her hide out until the storm had passed.
At about ten PM, her boyfriend came into the room with his whip. His eyes were like icy blue spheres eternally fixated on her, his lips smiled with anticipation. The light brown hair on his head shone in the lamplight. "Leena," he said, "It's time for your decision. Will you spend tonight in my arms, or feel the sting of my whip?"
"I'm getting tired of these games Harry. Please let me go," whined Leena.
Harry looked taken back. He picked up his whip, and struck her across the front. "You'll never leave me. I'm Harry Champ, and what I own, I never give up. Choose!" He cracked the whip again for show.
Leena screamed, "I wouldn't sleep with you if you were the last man alive!"
"Pity," sighed Harry, "You could've avoided the pain you're about to go through. But…now I have no choice but to put you back in your place." He then moved closer to his victim, and brandished his whip."
Leena began to scream. Harry grabbed her wrist, and tossed her to the ground. He proceeded to whip her in the back. Then, he took out his club, and whacked her left arm, breaking it. Finally, he punched out her already black eyes. Before leaving, he wrapped her arm with an ace bandage, and cuffed her to the bed.
"Pleasant dreams Leena," he called. Then, he turned off her light, leaving Leena alone in the darkened room.
Unbeknownst to Harry, Leena had hidden a flashlight under her bed. She turned it on, and looked around the room. A few feet in front of her was something shiny and silver…the key to her handcuffs.
Leena sighed. Harry always left it in the room just out of her reach as a teaser. But tonight it was closer on account of her only good arm being chained to a bed. That made it easier to take. Using the heel of her shoe, she managed to hook the key ring it was on, bringing it in reach of her right arm. Instantly, Leena unlocked her right hand from the bed.
After that, Leena shone the light around the room, careful not to let it be seen by someone in the hall. She picked up her sunglasses, and put them in her pocket. Next, she took a pillowcase and stuffed it with her clothes. Finally, she tied some sheets together to use as a rope. Leena was ready to make her escape.
It was quite difficult with only one arm. Especially since her broken left arm wasn't helping much by throbbing. Leena knew she needed to see a doctor about it, but that would have to wait until she was safely away from the mansion.
What seemed like forever passed before Leena finished her climb down. 'See 'ya never Harry,' she mentally told him mockingly. Then, Leena left the grounds of Harry's estate, free from her pain at last.
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What did you think? Don't worry, I'll get to the B/L chapters soon. Just got to set the stage. Lots of Harry bashing ahead. I got this idea from two places. First, was a Shaniah Twain song called "Black Eyes, Blue Tears" which is about a woman who leaves her abusive boyfriend. The other is the play/movie "Little Shop of Horrors", which was our school play this year. In it, the female lead (Audry) is going out with a dentist (Orin) who likes to hurt her. Often in the story, she comes into her job at a florist with black eyes and broken arms.
"Will that be all ma'am?" asked the cashier at Mandees. He looked up at his customer, and hoped it would. Although it was one hundred degrees in the middle of August, she had on a long pair of aqua-green pants, and a long-sleeved yellow turtleneck. Also, she'd neglected to remove her wraparound black sunglasses while in the store. Her short hair was magenta—a rare color—and she had on a strange stick-like headpiece.
"Yes," she replied softly, "Thank you." Then, she left the store.
The cashier next to him inquired, "What was up with that girl? Isn't it way to hot for an outfit like that? And why's she still got her glasses on?"
"I know what's going on," stated a man in her line. He had gray eyes, blue-black hair, and was wearing a business suit. "Those are signs of a woman who's suffering from physical and mental abuse. I've seen those symptoms before."
The two cashiers exchanged shocked glances. "But who could be so heartless as to harm an innocent girl like that?" wondered the female cashier.
Meanwhile, the woman was walking along the street. She could tell that they were talking about her, it was the same wherever she went. Warm clothes in the summer…dark glasses in the winter…it was either look weird or have her shame known.
As she walked, the girl looked up at the sky. 'My name is Leena Toros, seventeen years old. After my mother's death, my father began to relapse to his childhood…and has stayed there ever since. He spends all his time playing with models, and is an avid shopahaulic. So we were often in a state of near poverty.'
Leena sighed as she opened her locket. In it was a picture of herself as a child. She was standing with her father and older brother Leon. 'I haven't seen them in several months, not since I moved in with…him,' she thought, 'I met that devil spawn boyfriend of mine about six months ago. When he heard of my plight, he offered to allow me to move in to his mansion. My father agreed—eager for me to move up in the world. But things didn't turn out the way I expected at all.'
As she walked along the boulevard, many people stopped and stared. Several showed concern for her, and asked if she was all right or needed help. But Leena only said, "I'm ok, I can get home just fine."
When no one was looking, Leena took off her glasses to wipe the tears from her two black eyes. 'He turned out to be quite a cold and calculating individual. My first night there, he asked me to have sex with him. When I refused, he brought out a whip and club, kicked me down to the floor, and began to beat me. I spend all my days in a little room. If I refuse to sleep with him by bed time—which is every night—he beats me with his hands, a whip, club, baseball bat, Kendo stick, and whatever else he decides will be fun to use. And when I go outside—only to work or necessary shopping, I'm not allowed to party or even see friends and family—someone is always watching me from the shadows. If I attempt to escape or get help, I'll be dragged back to him, and probably be beaten even worse than normal.'
Fear was the aura around Leena as she returned to the mansion. A group of bodyguards surrounded her, to keep her from being seen by any visitors. They marched up to her room, and locked the door. Leena was again a prisoner.
* * *
For dinner that night, Leena was given a miniscule amount of chicken over a tiny portion of rice. If she agreed to have dinner with the demon downstairs, she'd get a bigger and fancier meal. But the one time she'd agreed to eat with him, he'd tackled her to the ground, and tried to rape her. It was only Leena's first night there, and she'd fought back against him and kicked him off. And she'd do it again if needed be, no matter how much damage he'd done to her dignity, he'd never take her integrity or virginity.
But even if she could escape, Leena had no plans of going to see her father or brother—who was putting himself through college. It would pain them too much to see what she'd become. The person she wanted to see most was her best friend Naomi. She was the type who'd probably let her hide out until the storm had passed.
At about ten PM, her boyfriend came into the room with his whip. His eyes were like icy blue spheres eternally fixated on her, his lips smiled with anticipation. The light brown hair on his head shone in the lamplight. "Leena," he said, "It's time for your decision. Will you spend tonight in my arms, or feel the sting of my whip?"
"I'm getting tired of these games Harry. Please let me go," whined Leena.
Harry looked taken back. He picked up his whip, and struck her across the front. "You'll never leave me. I'm Harry Champ, and what I own, I never give up. Choose!" He cracked the whip again for show.
Leena screamed, "I wouldn't sleep with you if you were the last man alive!"
"Pity," sighed Harry, "You could've avoided the pain you're about to go through. But…now I have no choice but to put you back in your place." He then moved closer to his victim, and brandished his whip."
Leena began to scream. Harry grabbed her wrist, and tossed her to the ground. He proceeded to whip her in the back. Then, he took out his club, and whacked her left arm, breaking it. Finally, he punched out her already black eyes. Before leaving, he wrapped her arm with an ace bandage, and cuffed her to the bed.
"Pleasant dreams Leena," he called. Then, he turned off her light, leaving Leena alone in the darkened room.
Unbeknownst to Harry, Leena had hidden a flashlight under her bed. She turned it on, and looked around the room. A few feet in front of her was something shiny and silver…the key to her handcuffs.
Leena sighed. Harry always left it in the room just out of her reach as a teaser. But tonight it was closer on account of her only good arm being chained to a bed. That made it easier to take. Using the heel of her shoe, she managed to hook the key ring it was on, bringing it in reach of her right arm. Instantly, Leena unlocked her right hand from the bed.
After that, Leena shone the light around the room, careful not to let it be seen by someone in the hall. She picked up her sunglasses, and put them in her pocket. Next, she took a pillowcase and stuffed it with her clothes. Finally, she tied some sheets together to use as a rope. Leena was ready to make her escape.
It was quite difficult with only one arm. Especially since her broken left arm wasn't helping much by throbbing. Leena knew she needed to see a doctor about it, but that would have to wait until she was safely away from the mansion.
What seemed like forever passed before Leena finished her climb down. 'See 'ya never Harry,' she mentally told him mockingly. Then, Leena left the grounds of Harry's estate, free from her pain at last.
- - - -
What did you think? Don't worry, I'll get to the B/L chapters soon. Just got to set the stage. Lots of Harry bashing ahead. I got this idea from two places. First, was a Shaniah Twain song called "Black Eyes, Blue Tears" which is about a woman who leaves her abusive boyfriend. The other is the play/movie "Little Shop of Horrors", which was our school play this year. In it, the female lead (Audry) is going out with a dentist (Orin) who likes to hurt her. Often in the story, she comes into her job at a florist with black eyes and broken arms.