Hands roamed my body. I'm in complete darkness…I also think I'm gagged. Tears are streaming down my face; he has been and is being so rough; my body must be covered in bruises by now. I've lost track of how long it's been like this, in the beginning I counted the minutes.
He's left now, I heard the door closing. He dropped me against the floor, it's concrete and it's cold. But he took the blindfold off; it doesn't make the room that I'm in much lighter. Although the floor's concrete, the rest of the room has some kind of substance. There's a light on the ceiling, a small sofa against the far wall and not much else apart from a window in the wall beside me. He hasn't at any point bound me so if I have the choice between this and the sofa; then I'm taking the sofa. I hope he doesn't decide to come back soon, I'm soo tired…
The sofa turns out to be leather and it's so nice to be able to sink into something soft. I'm not even going to attempt to leave the room, my legs hardly managed to support me over to the sofa and I doubt that he has left the door open. I'm not sure what is worse, the emotional or the physical damage that he's done me. I feel so hollow, I'm sure it's how he also feels; but that doesn't stop me being scared of him. He truly terrifies me. I think that he is using me as resemblance to someone who has hurt him deeply; he seems to be going through a regression. At first he talked with me, but a lot of what he said made no sense to me, I tried to answer as best I could but sometimes I didn't have much success . That's probably where I got most of my bruises from; I've never seen my skin so many different colours, even when my little brother and sister managed to felt-tip me. I don't think I can stay awake any longer, I never realised how comforting darkness could be before.
