The trembling starts when I hear the heavy footsteps coming up the stairs again. My heart races but I slow my breathing to avoid making any sound.
'Please let him walk by, don't let him come in again.' I think, shivering in fear. My body was still bloody and raw from when he had abused me earlier that evening. He hadn't stopped until long after I had lost consciousness.
I hear him stop in front of the door, and close my eyes. I can hear his raspy breathing, his hand grabbing and twisting the doorknob, and the sound of the wooden door opening. I'm on the bed, in the exact position he had left me in. Barely breathing, it takes every ounce of discipline I possess not to leap up and run. I can't get away, I've tried and can only hope to avoid or lessen the attacks whenever possible. I hope I'll stay alive long enough to find an opportunity to escape him.
He is walking over to the bed, I hear his heavy shuffling coming closer. Ifeel the dread wash over me and can smell the stench of a truly evil being. He is right beside me, watching for any sign of awareness. I prepare myself as I know what's coming.
White hot pain slams into me as I'm struck over and over. I stay 'unconscious' knowing he'll leave eventually. There's not as much fun when there's no resistance.
Suddenly he stops and I listen intently. He pulls something from his pocket, and I pray I have the strength to take what comes next.
"Please God, please help me or just let me die." Pleading in my head as I feel the blade of a knife run slowly up my body. The urge to cringe is almost unstoppable but I steel myself.
A sharp pain cuts into my shoulder, then upper thigh. I refuse to move or acknowledge the torture. His cell phone rings and he curtly tells the other person he'll be there in a few mins. He hangs up and then slices my body a few more times before he finally seems satisfied. He wipes the blood off his blade against my cheek and goes out slamming and then locking the door.
I wait motionless long after hearing him start the car and peel out of the driveway. Only after several minutes have passed do I allow my tears to fall.