Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

What time is it? I have no idea. It's hard to look at a clock when you're blindfolded.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

How long have I been here?

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

It's been more than four hours, I'm sure. I've been listening to the clock for so long now...

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick...

The clock stopped. Why? Is he here again? Is he going to beat me? I feel his gloved hand on my arm, his fingers tracing up to my shoulder. He murmurs into my ear. "You look tired; you should get sleep, da?"

I hear him giggle as he traces his hand along my thigh. I have no energy to scream anymore...Nobody will hear me. Nobody will care if they do hear me.

I feel his rough lips against my trembling jaw line. Why won't he stop? I'm just a citizen, why does he want me here? Me of all people?

I hate him. I hate him so much, I despise his very soul. That is, if he does have a soul. No, he has no soul at all...

His lips move in a line along my neck, leaving rough purple marks all over my skin. I make a very soft whimper. Big mistake.

"Do you like what I do?" He questioned. His voice was sweet and seemingly kind, but I could clearly hear the dark and horrible undertones.

He roughly presses his lips to mine, shoving his tongue past the barrier of my lips. I squirm and whimper, but it is no use against him. Many things cross my mind and I finally decide. I harshly bite down on his tongue that was so rudely invading my mouth.

A small cry of pain sounds in the back of his throat and he pulls away. I can hear the anger in his quick breaths. Here it comes. Here comes my punishment.

Before I can even half-heartedly apologize, I feel his fist against my cheek. It hurts so badly, but I know not to scream. There will be more punishment if I anger him even more. I can now feel that I am horizontal on the floor, I can also feel the hot feeling of blood running past my lips.

That feeling is all too familiar.

"Lay there. Don't move and don't make a sound. Sleep."

I hear his footsteps fade away and it is replaced by the sound of the clock again. I want oh so desperately to do as he says, every fiber of my being wants to shut off and recharge for what's in store for tomorrow. But I can't help but listen to that clock again.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

I have to get out of here.

AN; Who thinks I should continue this?