She stands waiting again. Feeling the pain of this life she has lived for some time nearing a month. When was the pain going to be over? Never, tomorrow, 9 months? She wasn't even sure how long she had been in this hell. It was dark most of the time. He had knocked her out a few times and there was no way to know how long she had been out. The soles of her feet felt raw against the hard rough concrete. Her wrists were raw from rubbing the rope. Her loins were in pain and on fire from the repeated torture. Her arms were sore or more than sore from being tied above her head for so long. He had tried her on the floor but she was stronger than she looked but not strong enough to defeat this monster of a man. How could a God let this happen to someone? She cursed him every day. There was no way God was a woman. How dare such a powerful God let this happen to her?
She wondered what she looked like. Positive her dark brown hair was matted to her head and down her back. She took pride in the dark hair that fell just above her waist. Many girls thought it was too long but the men liked it or liked her. The compliments overflowed from her blue eyes, dark skin and slightly above average size breasts she got plenty of attention. Her light blue eyes came from God knows where she felt as if it were some sort of abnormality against her very tan almost mocha skin. Yet she was white. Her father was paper white with deep brown eyes and her mother was darker than she was. Though that was the Indian that ran deep in the family. She thought of this attention and swore when she got out; if she got out of this hell she was going to chop all her hair off. No more unwanted attention from men. And she was going to make sure to wear the ugliest most unattractive clothes she could find. The thought of a man coming near her nearly made her throw up her empty stomach. This monster of a man kept her fed but it never seemed to be enough.
As she often did she wondered where her hero was. She fantasized day and night of someone rescuing her from this wretched room. Isn't that what happens in the movies. The damsel in distress was rescued the minute before anything horrific could be done to her. The horror was still happening and no one was around.
The girl she shared to room seemed to wail whenever she was awake. She wanted to scream at her to shut her stupid face up. In the dim light she could see the girl was blonde, thin, and probably invested in a good pair of shapely breasts. She had talked to her a bit but not much. Her company wasn't very soothing. Her name was Lauren and the sounds of her voice made her want sever her wrists. At least she would be out of the hell. There was another brunette in the room but she had stopped making any noise yesterday. She hung by her wrists and well and her body leaned forward at an odd unnatural angle. Willa had a horrible feeling death had muted her sounds. She was horrified that someday this might be her fate someday though the man seemed to pay more attention to Willa. He took her temperature more often, and raped her more often. She knew he was trying to get her pregnant. The other she wondered if they were there for variety though he did check Blondie's temperature too. Maybe he simply preferred her over the others. She shuddered. Tears streamed down her cheek but she never made a sound. She had to be strong. She was brought up to be strong and fight off emotions. To always fight for everything in life and to always do the right thing. Her parents were amazing and she missed them so much. She was an only child in the family and never knew her grandparents on either side. No cousins, no uncles, just her mom and dad. She was spoiled beyond belief but still a very well rounded person.
The monster man was trying to get her pregnant as he took her temperature often. He'd walk in and shove the thermometer in her mouth. She had fought back once and learned quickly her fights were feeble. He was strong abnormally strong as if he had been planning his whole life for this. Her lip was nearly healed from a response to her rebellion. He was careful not to hit her to cause any long term damage to Willa's body. He wanted her to be with his child and it scared the hell out of her. Lauren wasn't raped as often. Her temperature never seemed to please him.
The man had been gone for more than an hour when the blonde started crying. Willa rolled her eyes. It was hard enough dealing with her own bullshit than to have to hear those sounds coming from the blonde.
"We'll get out of here." Willa said with no emotion to reassure Lauren
"We won't! We're going to die here!" she cried and she wailed.
"If we ever do get out of here we have to work together" Willa hissed. Her patience was all gone. From previous conversations she knew that Lauren was 22. Willa at 25 felt their lives were headed in completely different directions. Lauren was just beginning to figure out life and Willa was already graduated from college. The ages seemed light years apart. Even as a trust fund baby Willa knew life was going to be hard but at 22 your eyes are just beginning to open to the world.
It was then they both heard the beginning of their hell coming back. Willa took a deep breath to ready herself for what was coming. The door creaked when it was opened and light came pouring in. It made Willa blink as her eyes adjusted. It was the devil himself. Her body ached more thinking of him coming near her. The door shut and they were in the darkness again. From what she could see of the man he actually was fairly attractive. His skin was pale, brown eyes, and he had dark hair. If he had asked her on a date she probably would've accepted though he was a bit older than her. He shouldn't feel the need to do this to any woman though she was sure it was simply the rush of the act. Simply that he could be a bully to women. The suits he often wore made Willa assume he had a good job somewhere. There would be women that would easily do this for a small price and he had to do this to her. He was a monster.
"Hello, my lovelies." He said with gravely sickening voice. He strode quickly to Willa and shoved the thermometer in her mouth. She spat it back out with everything she could muster. He struck her hard across the cheek. The force of the blow cause more pain in her arms than she could stand to bear. She cried out but cut it short. She tried her best to never let this man know that he had gotten the best of her. He didn't deserve to have any satisfaction from her pain. He picked up the thermometer from the floor and inspected it the best he could. Unfortunately it had received no damage unlike Willa's cheek that filled the inside of her mouth with blood.
"My darling you are not immune to my wrath. Take this in your mouth now! Do not make me do it! There are other ways." He spoke softly but the devil in him let her know he meant every word that left his damned mouth. She obediently opened her mouth. He pushed it in and smiled at her obedience.
"Good girl" He crooned caressing her already swelling cheek. He stared all the while the allotted time passed for the thermometer reading. Willa wanted to stare right back at him to let him know she was defiant, that she would win, that one day she would get out of this hell, and she would kill him if she had the chance, but defeat was beating in her heart. She could feel it with every throb in her cheek.
He pulled the thermometer out of her mouth and smiled "I think you're just about right now."
Willa closed her eyes as she heard the zipper to his slacks. She felt completely hopeless. He grabbed her hips and was inside of her before she could make a sound. The jostling of her body made her arms scream in pain. They felt as if they were about to pop out of their sockets but she held it together as best as she could. Tears would only make him laugh. He forcefully pushed into her again and again. During her torture she had made herself laugh thinking of why this monster man couldn't be a "minute man". He unfortunately had stamina and she wasn't laughing this time. Her inside were burning from being rubbed raw. She wouldn't be able to take much more of this. Surely her insides would fall out. Just as she thought she couldn't take it anymore she passed out from the pain.
When she woke he was finishing. She wasn't sure how much time had passed but was thankful from the escape from reality. A thought occurred to her. She had read some time ago an article on how to get pregnant easier. He pushed his last few thrusts into her and then came his grunts of pleasure. Bile rose in her throat but she kept it down. Would this work? Would she gain from the move? Maybe he would slip up and tie her incorrectly. She had to try something.
"I read…." She paused. He snapped his attention to her. Her thoughts were still a bit jumbled from just awakening. "I read that if you lie with your legs above your head you're more likely to get pregnant. I'm sure there's something you can tie me to."
"Are you trying to trick me in any way?" He studied her face.
She shook her head. "No, I swear I just want this to be over with."
After a moment of hesitation he began to untie her. As the knot slipped from above her head she tried to hold her arms up but she couldn't. They fell to her sides and the pain brought her to her knees. She swore she heard the man chuckle but she ignored it and concentrated on not moving until he made her. Trying to run would be feeble at this point. The realization of how bad she was hurting hit her hard. She would never be able to fight him not with her arms. And her legs wouldn't do her much good either. She cursed in her mind as he grabbed her arms and tied her to an exposed pipe. He yanked on the pipe to see if it would come loose and of course it didn't budge. The man watched as Willa lay down on her back and raised her knees up to her chest. He nodded with satisfaction and turned away. It was Laurens turn now. The cold wall provided some relief to her muscles and she rested her legs against the wall. Willa never wanted to be pregnant by this evil man but if that's what it took to get her out of this hell then that's what she was going to do. She needed for this nightmare to be over as quickly as possible.
Lauren bawled through her whole ordeal even after he struck her telling her to shut up. Willa did her best to ignore what was happening to the girl. She let her mind wander to other better warmer places but she sounds were too much and all she wanted to do was cry but she felt like there were no tears left for herself, Lauren, or the hanging brunette. Even if she did become pregnant there was still another lifetime of hell to deal with. If she had his child would he take it and kill her. Would he force her to raise the child with him? And what would he do while she was pregnant. Surely he would stop raping her. He could hurt the child. Would he make her go to doctor appointments and pretend to be a happy couple? Willa knew no real escape from the hell, only means of making it tolerable.
Willa watched as the monster man stopped in the middle of what he was doing. She thought she heard him curse and she began to listen as well. A moment later Willa could hear the sounds too. She could hear someone or multiple someone's chanting outside. It was an eerie sound but she hoped it was help. Whatever it was it had to be better than this. The man began to run towards the door. He stopped mid stride and threw his head back. His mouth opened wide and thick black smoke emitted from his throat. Willa stared with her eyes wide open. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. The steady stream of smoke lasted for a few seconds before finding its way through a crevice in the door.
"What the fuck just happened?" Shrieked Lauren.
The man's body crumpled to the floor in a heap. The way the body fell made Willa believe there was no life left in it. She was horrified by what she was seeing and it all seemed like a dream.
Moments later the door burst open. Lights from two flashlights filled the room. Lauren screamed and Willa attempted to cover her naked body. She put her legs down and curled up in a ball on the floor.
"We're here to help!" Shouted a deep voice.
Two male figures rushed to Lauren. Willa believed that cause she was standing up she was the first to be seen. She watched as the two men untied her and she crumpled into their arms. Willa wanted to talk but she couldn't find her voice. There was a lump so huge she felt it would prevent her from breathing. One man began to carry Lauren out and the other shown the flashlight in Willa's direction. She closed her eyes tightly and he moved the beam from her face. The man rushed to her side. He wondered if the body of Willa was even still alive until he saw her move. Relief washed over him and he pulled out a knife. Willa opened her eyes to see the man begin to untie her.
"I'm Sam." Said a soft, deep voice. He did his best to be soothing to her. "We're going to get you out of here."
