I felt the goosebumps surf up my arm as I hung by my wrists. My whole body ached from his latest abuse, my back kept scratching against the wall. I couldn't think of the scars I was being left with this time. I worried about the babies. I hadn't felt them move for a while, maybe they were keeping still because of him...
Lucas had left me alone, I can only assume it was so he could dispose of Max's body. He was in such a mess, almost unrecognisable to me, as he was dragged away. There was no way any one could survive that assault. I think he murdered Max.
I threw up, staring at the blood splatters where Max had lay. I had his face etched onto my brain, his assault playing over and over on a repeating loop, which scared the life out of me. At least he is safe from the monster now. But I am stuck here alone with him.
It felt like deju vu, history repeating itself again. He came back stinking of alcohol, loud and clumsy. He pushed himself right up against me, kissed me and then passed out at my feet.
Good grief. Couldn't he let me move on with my life? Can he leave me alone? Why can't he find someone else to hurt or annoy?
I am so tired but every time I tried to close my eyes I saw Max. It was like he was haunting me.
The drunk oaf snorted at my feet.
I looked up at the ceiling begging him not to wake up yet. Not like it mattered though since I have nothing to do but hang here. His own personal play thing. I have no-one to talk to. Well I guess I could speak to my stomach only they are too young to respond yet.
I feel sick again. It could be for a number of reasons. It could be morning sickness or it could be the mixture of all the foul smells surrounding me such as blood, urine (since he had just wet himself), sick (mine and his combined) or even just the motion of being hung. Whichever one it is the effect is the same I feel like crap. I couldn't help it again I threw up all over myself. Ugh, I need a shower but I doubt I will be allowed one any time soon.
"you stupid bitch!" he snarled inches away from my face. I hadn't seen him wake or even move.
I screamed.
He laughed as he quickly unchained me "stupid girl no-one can hear you"
He dragged me out of the dungeon and into the room next to it. He dumped me into the empty shower/bath combination and turned the water on. It felt like he was spraying me with tiny shards of ice even though it was just water. I was shivering, my body was attempting to warm itself up. I hoped that a few moments later the water would warm even just a little but I had no such luck.
My drenched, soiled clothes stuck to me as if he had painted glue on my skin. I could barely move in them. He didn't let me wash myself properly or even dry myself before he dragged me back through to my disgusting prison cell.
I expected him to chain me up on that torturous wall again however he forced me to sit on the floor next to the blood marks with my legs wide open. He chucked soapy water from a bucket over my and on the blood stained floor.
"Clean it all up!" he barked at me. He stood leaning against the wall watching me "what are you waiting for? Get to it" He grabbed me by my hair and pushed my face right into one of the blood stains.
I bit my lip and set to work. Every so often he spat at me or kicked me in between my legs to remind me that I wasn't alone. I scrubbed and scrubbed but no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't get rid of the horrible stains.
"hurry up!" he snapped, not even giving me a minute to get one stain off.
"it's not working" I cried, my fingers scraping against the cold smelly concrete as I tried in vain to lift those stains.
His face turned bright purple which got darker and darker as his anger grew. "you can't do anything right!" he lifted me off the ground and chained me upside down by my ankles. "We'll try again tomorrow. We will keep doing this again and again until you learn to clean up that mess you have made properly"
"let me go!" I cried, tears streaming down my face "what do you want with me?"
He laughed. "i want? Now that is a tough one to answer. Not really. I want you to do what I say. Like you used to. You used to be my slave"
I bit my lip to keep down my rude reply which would undoubtedly push him over the edge. "Let me go. You've had your fun"
He squeezed my bottom. I squirmed under his touch. "not even close princess" he slurred.
"i can make sure the police do not charge you for my kidnap"
He slapped my bum cheek. "Don't make promises you don't plan on keeping girl. I know that you are lying"
"Please all I want is to get on with my life" I admitted.
He squeezed my bum tighter. "And you think I don't? All of this is your fault and I am never going to let you forget it."