Hi...

Thank you for all the sweet reviews. That being said I feel the need to mention I don't go half-assed (sorry.) when writing horror. This is not a happy story.

I didn't come like you told me to. After you finished with me yesterday you told me I was to be at your door at 6 not a minute earlier or later. You put my dress back on leaving me numb inside. I didn't respond I merely got up and waited for you to release me. I don't even remember walking to my apartment. I just went in and locked my door sinking to the floor shaking.

I considered telling them. I thought they would know what to do because they were good like that, but I couldn't get myself to do it and I still don't know why I didn't. Was it pride? Or perhaps fear? I'm not confident enough to say you didn't frighten me. You terrified me.

At some point I go to the tub. Turning on water I look into my mirror. My dress couldn't cover the internal damage you inflicted. I blink a few times accepting I couldn't change what just happened. Instead I put on a face mask and fill the tub with my strongest smelling bath scents. Discarding my dress I slip into the steaming water taking deep breaths. I scrub every inch of me. I wanted, no needed to be clean. I wanted to feel pretty again.

You made me feel so ugly and filthy.

I lather my hair in conditioner twice and shaved my legs until they were smooth. I need something to distract my hands from shaking. The razor nicks my skin causing me to wince. I decide I needed to get out before I accidentally inflicted more damage.

I rub in some sweet body oil and take another breath pulling out an over large sweater from my dresser. It felt safe. I put it on with some cream colored undergarments and collapse on my bed.

It wasn't anything like I dreamed it would be. I wanted when that happened to be perfect. I wanted to have planned what I wore. I read in books where the girl wore special clothes and felt beautiful.

You stole all of it though.

I feel the hint of anger simmer in my stomach again. I stand and check all my locks. When they were all secure I lock all the bedroom doors and curl back in my bed with the keys beside me. Closing my eyes, I ignore the stinging in between my legs and somehow sleep finds me.

The only way I know time has lapsed is because when I wake my hair was dry. I turn on my side checking my watch 6:43. My stomach lurches, I curl up against my head board feeling each tick of the clock deep in my gut. Tears leak from my eyes as I feel my body shake once more.

I stay motionless for hours.

12:27.

You know the sensation you get when you feel someone watching you? I didn't feel that. I didn't know you were in the room until your warm hand runs over my bare thigh.

I jerk up in fear, but you slam me against the mattress. Your grip digging into my bones. The pain was brutal. You slap my face and I could feel one of your rings dent my cheek.

"You've been a naughty devotchkahaven't you? Uncle Alex is going to have to give you the old in out in out real savage now." You take off your belt and pull me away from the bed. "Lean over your dresser."

I shake my head and deadweight when you try to pull me up. You growl at me jerking me up and sling me against the dresser yanking my sweater above my hips and pull my panties down. I struggle under your hand forcing my neck still pinning me to the wood.

I hear it before I feel it. A loud sickening crack as leather hits flesh. I let out a miserable yelp at the humiliating treatment. You give me another hard strike causing my knees to go weak. The bite stung like nothing I had ever felt. I had never been spanked as a child. My parents were very much against it and now I understood why. I couldn't tell what was worse the pain or shame of being bent over my dresser being beaten like a disobedient child. After you're done you throw me to the ground. I protect my head with my hands when you go to strike me.

"Don't touch me!" I screech struggling to stand. Once I gain my balance I shove you hard toward the door. You chuckle smirking as I keep pushing on your chest banging my fist against it.

Before I can comprehend it you have me on the bed tugging my sweater and panties off.

"Did you get prettied up just for me?" You mock licking down my abdomen. You kiss my inner thighs prodding. I whimper crying out.

No... I got pretty so I wouldn't feel so worthless.

I twist under your grasp scratching at your arms drawing blood. You hiss back handing my face so hard I am speechless for a moment before I knee you in the groin. You howl and hit me full force in the face.

It should come to no surprise I had never gotten into a fight. The worse fight I got into was elementary school where I tackled a boy during recess who told me girls couldn't play with the boys because I was too weak. I try to remember that strength when fighting you, but you were so strong.

My face ached and a salty metallic flavor exploded in my mouth. I gag on blood. You tie my arms to the bed post.

Why? I begin again. You ignore me and I hear you rustling out of your clothes. My vigor increases. I thrash trying to free myself as you straddle me.

"No... No. No no no no no!" I bellow as you part my legs adjusting yourself at my opening.

"Yes."

That's all you said before slamming into me. I feel my breath hitch in my throat. It didn't feel any better than the first time. Wasn't it supposed to hurt less? Your hands creep up my breast tracing your index finger in small circles as you pounded into my already sore core. The action should have been sensual, yet it made me whine. I turn my face away when you go to kiss me, but you grip my chin forcing me to face you and plant rough kisses on my neck and lips.

I shiver as you continue to thrust holding the headboard to get more leverage. The sound of our skin hitting filled the air muffling my choked sobs. I could hear the bed frame squeak in tandem with your movements. The springs in the mattress cry out from your effort I could hear them mocking:

"Fool. Fool. Fool." I was a fool. Why didn't I just come when you called?

Your thrusting became faster and harder causing my head to hit the backboard. Your hands go under my hips causing you to go deeper. I gasp at the filling sensation overwhelming my senses. I groan when you kiss my pelvis ramming into me even deeper. Nothing about this was pleasurable. I hated it. Your teeth raked over my neck causing me to shudder. You moaned when I did that and bit down causing my body to clench. This was enough to send you over the edge. I close my eyes ignoring how it felt inside of me. You pull out reaching up and untying my hands. A deafening crack sounds when my palm makes contact with your face. You lift a brow at my action and my stomach clenches.

I wasn't sorry, I make to hit you again, but you grab my wrist twisting it. I tug against you, but you hold it tighter.

"Apologize." You were angry, really angry.

I stay silent refusing. You throw my wrist down and drag me off the bed onto my floor.

You rustle through my stuff looking for something I take the moment to crawl away and throw open my door trying to run. You grab my hair jerking me back down.

"Where is the lovely devotchkaittying off to?" You growl tossing me back down.

I want to start sobbing, but I don't. You say to stay put and walk out. I hear my front door open and close. I dash to the door locking it and go to the kitchen finding my biggest knife. Moving to the bathroom I lock that door and climb in the tub shaking. Closing my eyes I repeat the number sequence.

23-42-17-9

I mutter them over and over. Time passes and I am roused by the rattling of a door handle. Then a series of clicks. My front door opens.

You had a key...

I begin to hyperventilate. You move through the house and search for me. I hear you come closer and finally coming to lucky door number three.

Knocking.

You knock on the door.

"Love, are you in there? Come out now! We aren't done fillying." You rasp banging menacingly on my door. I stand walking to the door knowing you knew how to get in.

"You'll hurt me." I reason feeling stupid.

You pause and I can hear you breathing as I put my ear to the door clutching my knife.

"Come out right now or I'll drag you out myself." You yell.

My brain struggles to make rational decisions. You were going to hurt me regardless. If I waited I would anger you further, but I didn't want to obey you.

"I don't want you to hurt me again." I whisper moving far from the door holding the knife. The Knife!

The door handle jiggles as you insert the key. I had never tried to stab someone, but it couldn't be too hard right?

Wrong….

So very wrong.

You open the door and I made to move, but you catch my wrist twisting it so violently I drop it and tug on your hold. You hold me and retrieve the knife holding it to my face.

"What was the young devotchka going to do with the nasty britva eh?" You tease carrying me to my room dropping me on the ground. I see various objects placed on my bed.

"Why?" I breathe out again receiving a harsh slap in response.

You prop me on my bed holding up one of the objects and I instantly figure out what it is.

"Shall we continue?"