"Waiting for the end to come/Wishing I had to strength to stand/This is not what I had planned/It's out of my control"

Chapter 25: Waiting For The End

Under the thick blanket covering the king-sized bed, I was shaking. It wasn't because I was cold or anything even relatively close to that; it was because the semen of my bastard of an ex-husband was still leaking out of me.

Said bastard had actually left a few minutes ago. I don't remember if he said he was going into town or if he was just leaving the room, but I didn't care about that. I was just glad that before he left, he undid the ropes around my wrists, though he did put a shackle with a short chain around my ankle. Now that my wrists were unbound, I had them wrapped around myself.

I hated acting like the victim, I always had, but between the now dried blood from the cuts and gashes on my body, the screwed up pain in my ass, and the forming bruises, I felt like I had to find a way to get some help. If only there was a way to escape the shackle around my ankle without chafing it bloody - the shackle was really tight.

I sniffed and wiped the tears from my face. A phone. I sat up and looked around, thinking that maybe there was a phone in here somewhere. I turned and reached into the end table next to the bed, hoping for an emergency cell phone but finding nothing. Dammit! I looked at the end table on the other side of the bed. Could I reach it? Probably not without bloodying my ankle.

Might as well try though.

I moved to try to cross the bed, but stopped immediately when I felt both resistance from the chain and the pain of the edge of the shackle digging deep into my skin. I bit my bottom lip and moved back to where I had been laying with comfort to my ankle.

"Son of a bitch!" My fist hit the mattress, bouncing back up as soon as it hit. What the hell was I going to do now? I didn't just want to lie here and wait for Eric to come back to either torture or rape me again. There had to be something I could do, anything.

I sat up again and reached under the blanket to pull at the chain, which was as thick as the one I had been in in my nightmare. "Dammit!" I pulled at the chain. "Let me go! I have to get out of here! Let! Me! Go!" I pulled at the chain for a bit more before releasing it and falling back onto my back, tears in my eye once again. "Dammit!" I rested the heels of my hands against my eyes in a vain attempt to stop the tears. "Dammit! Dammit!"

There was an annoyed sigh around the door and I looked to see Eric standing there with a disgusted look on his face. "Pathetic. I thought you'd become stronger." He dropped the plastic bag in his arm to the ground, making a hollow plastic noise sound off. "You're even weaker than when I was thrown into prison." I bent over and pulled a plastic bat from the bag. "Guess I should've come back before you got too used to being coddled by that asshole you've been dating."

My eyes widened at the sight of the bat. No, not this again! I shot up and started trying to escape to the other side of the bed so I could at least try to get away. Now, I ignored the pain that shot through my ankle as the shackle dug and ripped my skin open, I needed away from Eric!

He smirked wildly. "Where're you going," he caught my unshackled ankle and pulled me back over to him, "honey?"

My eyebrows knit together angrily. He never had the right to call me that! But now that I was to marry Stan, I would never allow that word to come from him for me. "I don't belong to you!" I leapt forward with my fist raised to strike, but he swung the baseball bat and connected it with my stomach.

I fell back with a pained cough. Fuck…that pain…I had never wanted to remember it, let alone experience it again. But that throbbing pain when the plastic baseball bat smacked against my bare skin was nearly too much for me, I nearly passed out. Stan…help me. Please, you have to. I can't stay like this for much longer…

Another tear fell from my eyes just before the bat struck me again and the black took me.

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When I woke again I was immediately assaulted by the pain of hundreds of welts from the plastic bat Eric had beat me with - judging from the pain, he had continued to beat me even after I passed out. Slowly, I sat up groaning as the pain coursed through me. God, I felt worse than ever. Why couldn't I have just died and been spared this pain?

My hand rested on my side when a sharp pain erupted from that, I looked down when I felt bandages there. There actually were bandages around my torso, bloodied though they were. They were also on my shoulder, right thigh, and left ankle where the shackle had been only a little bit ago. Why was I released? Granted, I was that I had been freed of the shackle and chain, but it made no sense. My cuts were bandaged, my nose was - from what I could tell - back in place, and my ankle was free of the shackle. What happened to Eric restraining me? Was he no longer afraid I'd escape?

I swung my feet off the bed and limped towards the door, hoping it was unlocked. When I turned the doorknob though, it resisted. Dammit, he locked the door. Guess that explains why he unshackled me though.

"I'm not staying here," I muttered. I limped over to the window and threw it open. I stuck my head out and immediately withdrew back inside, and closed the window. So aside from the intense cold, there was a huge drop off right next to the cabin. The window was out of the question. I had to go through the front door.

Before I even started to think of a way out, I reached into the dresser under the window. I slipped into the white boxers I pulled out and then ended up grabbing a pair of blue jeans and a dark blue jacket. So this was Craig's room, huh? I hated that I had to wear that asshole's clothes, but I didn't have much choice. Eric tore mine to hell.

I pulled on a white t-shirt before shrugging on the jacket. Not the thickest thing I'd ever worn but it would have to do. Now there was only the matter of escaping this room.

I yanked open the drawers in both end tables but found nothing that would help me. I walked into the adjoining bathroom and pulled the shower curtain rod down; I immediately pulled the two halves apart, dragging one half behind me. I wasn't sure if this was going to work but I'd be damned if I didn't try.

I went back over to the door and raised the shower rod above my head. "Please let this work." I brought the rod down on the door knob four or five times, praying with each strike that it would break. Finally, on the fifth strike, both the shower rod and the door knob snapped in half.

A smile crossed my face as I shoved the door open. Time to go! I stepped forward to make a dash for the front door, but the moment I set foot outside of the room, something collided with the back of my head and I fell to the ground. I glanced up at a laughing Eric as I fought yet another round of black.

"Well, that took longer than I thought," he crouched in front of my and grabbed a fistful of my hair, "but now I see why. You actually thought you were going to make it out of this cabin." He laughed as he dragged me over to the kitchen. "Did you really think I'd let you get away so easily?" He threw me into the same kitchen chair I had been in when Stan found out I had been captured. "I can't believe you'd even think such a thing."

Handcuffs tightened around my wrists. Dammit. I weakly struggled against the handcuffs but just relaxed against the chair as black continued teasing the edges of my eyes. I can't stay this way, darkness teasing the edges of my eyes. Instead of continuing to fight it, I slipped my eyes closed as I felt Eric cuff my ankles to the legs of the chair.

This had to stop. I can't keep passing out like this…or I'll never escape.