Authors Note: Hi. My name is Pam and I just wanted to say that I am addicted to hurting Tommy but I am not alone as I am sure there are many out there who love to torture Tommy just as much as I do. For all of you I give another part of this story. Enjoy.
Special Thanx: A special thanks to anyone and everyone who helped make this great.
The Great Escape
"Hey, you sure you're okay?" How many times do I have to tell him yes before he'll leave me the hell alone. So I'm not in the mood to put up a good front, so I'm off today, so what? Is there some freaken rule that I have be pleasant and chipper twenty four seven?
"I'm fine, just...restless and tired. I'm just in a mood, I don't know how to explain it other then that, okay?" Sorry, bro, we can't all be perfectly perfect like you ya know. Watching the others continue to play, I heave a sigh and tune Jason out. I don't know what's up, I'm just in one of my moods, I'm thinking about the past and that always makes me off and I can't help it, so geez just leave me alone to work through it for twenty minutes.
I'm never going to get out of here, my dad's never coming and I'm going to be his pet forever. I'm so tired of trying to fool myself into thinking I'm going to be saved or let go. It's not gonna happen, know how I know? Cuz today's my birthday and that means I've been here almost a full year now. A full year of being raped, taunted, insulted, toyed with, humiliated, and hurt. I just wanna die, I'm so sick and so ruined they wouldn't take me back even if I was rescued.
Curling up on my bed, I close my eyes tightly against the harsh sunlight flooding the room. He only takes the damn blindfold off when he gives me a bath and leaves it off long enough for my poor eyes to be abused by the sunlight only to put it back on once they adjust weakly. Says he doesn't want me to go blind, ha, with as bad as my hurt without the blindfold now, I think I'd be better off blind, beside my vision is screwed anyway, things blur suddenly and I see double. It's not pleasant.
I think that's why my one and only try to escape went so badly. I had managed to get the stupid thing off and had tried to make a run for it only to run smack into a tree. I hadn't heard any alarm go off, but maybe that's because I went out the window, not an easy task with your hands cuffed, but I had made it...well I made it for ten seconds before the tree incident and then I was left howling in pain as Charlie dragged me back inside. Then several days of howling in pain, don't wanna go there.
"Hey kid." Hi Seith. At least he's been mostly nice to me, not like Charlie. Seith hardly ever hits me unless ordered to, or I do something really extreme to piss him off. He's only fucked me twice and was actually pretty...good? No I guess good isn't the right word but he went slow and didn't actually hurt me, I wasn't aware it was possible to be fucked and not be hurt, meh, like Charlie would ever care to take his time like that. Charlie always seems to just want to get it over with or something. Walking into the room, I watch him through slit eyes, still hurting from the sun. Still though, I like to look at him when I can, he's nice looking as much as I can tell, blonde brown hair, nice smile, maybe like in his late twenties.
"Hi." Is that for me?
Coming over to the bed, he sits down and swipes my wet bangs out of my face. Long hair is annoying when you can't move you're hands to get it out of your face. "Want?" When I nod, he breaks a piece off the candy bar off and puts it to my mouth. I don't care anymore, I haven't actually fed myself in a year, I'm used to it now. Feeding me the chocolate bit by bit he seems a little distracted today. Not a good sign.
"Story? You mad at me?" Come on read me a book. At first I thought he was just trying to shut up my crying by reading to me, but after a while I got the impression he likes making me feel better. He said he was hired by Charlie for a shit load of cash and that he can't tell me why Charlie needs me, it obviously isn't for ransom or because he likes me, but Seith's got nothing against me and doesn't like to see me scared and miserable. Then help me get the hell out of here!
"No, just in a...mood. It has nothing to do with you kid. Just sometimes stuff happens to someone you love and care about that you wish you could stop or they would walk out on but you can't stop it and they won't do anything about it." Picking up a book from the dresser and sighing as he looks at the doorway almost longingly he flips it open and settles back down on the bed looking sort a...sad? Concerned? Worried? Or maybe a little of all of those? Before he looks away from the doorway and down at the story book swallowing hard. "Listen after I read to you, you sleep and be quiet okay, Charlie's not in a very good spot well... mood today... he's just... well... he's just not good. Just be good today alright?" Good advice I guess. Geez, what is up with you today Seith?
"Hey, wanna catch a movie tonight?" Not really. But then if I keep blowing him and the others off they'll never leave me alone and tell Zordon I'm all moody again and he'll ask questions, geez talk about being a captive.
"Sure, so long as it has nothing to do with horror." Too much of that in my life already.
"Naw, there's this new one out called 'The Transporter' it's where these people kidnap this girl and have this guy deliver her to them, then some how he ends up with her, supposed to be very cool." Great, a kidnapping movie, so what I want to see right now. Tell me does the girl get to slaughter her kidnappers in the end? That would be more entertaining then just escaping.
"Sounds good."
Ow, ow, ow. I don't know what the hell has gotten into Charlie lately but whatever it is it's now going to surely get me killed. He's not just punishing me anymore he's trying to kill me. I didn't do anything to deserve that whipping yesterday, I was lying there, and I swear I did nothing but breathe! And this morning, he did not have to give me that horrible drug that makes me sick and throw up. He's only done that twice before and only when I really pissed him off, but today he just up and grabs me, cursing and calling me everything possible and injects me with it as I could have swore his hands were shaking as he held me up with them. He's snapped, oh man has he snapped.
Of course, the one good thing would be he didn't put the cuffs on me today. I don't know why, maybe he thinks I'm too hurt to move even without them. Of course that's not exactly the case, I can still walk, he didn't really get my legs with the whip this time like he normally does.
So thus why I'm now sneaking down the hall, eyes burning and blurred from taking the blindfold off. Hey I waited an hour after I took it off this time and even if it is night and they're hopefully asleep that was a risky thing to do. At least there's no sun to add to the pain. I'm gonna get busted, I know it, I'm so dead if I do this, of course with how Charlie's suddenly getting I'm so dead if I stay too.
Crossing my arms around my stomach, I look at the front door a foot away from me. It's cold, it's almost December and I know I'll probably freeze to death if Charlie doesn't get me first, oh god this is insane, I have no clue how far away from town we are or how to even get to the closest town and all I have on are jeans and black pull over that were oddly enough on the floor beside my door just inside it. Freezing when I hear very heated voices coming from behind a shut door down the hallway, I swallow hard as I know a fight is happening in that room although I can't make out the words but I hope to god it's not over weather to kill me or not.
"Why don't you go fuck yourself you sleazy ass hole!" Ok that I heard loud and clear and Char is not a happy camper right now from the sound of his voice there. Oh god I gotta get out of here now before he comes storming out of that room. Yes, yes I have to go now, right now! What about the alarm? Did we hear an alarm EVER? No, but maybe I should go out the window again, oh but my body does not wanna do that right now. Okay, okay, door, gonna go out the door. Here we go. Hand on the knob, turn the lock, okay focus eyes first and then turn the lock, good boy, and-
FUCK! As the alarm sounds, I curse myself and take off. Ow, ow, ow, should have found shoes, running in woods without shoes, not smart. Are they coming? I don't hear them, oh god what if he shoots me? Run! Just run! Dashing and stumbling through the thick overgrowth and tress, I'm going to die out here, I know it.
Running until my lungs hurt, I turn around and panting try to see or hear them. I don't hear...oh god. As the fast approaching footfalls reach my ears, I back up, already sobbing in fear. He's gonna kill me, I know it. I'm gonna-ow! Falling back down a hill I was apparently at the edge of, I land in a heap on the muddy and leaf covered ground, hitting my ankle on a huge log. Ow, god I'm gonna die.
"Tommy!" Whistling like one would call a dog, I hear him so close overhead. Does he see me? Have to get up have to move! OW! Trying to stand, my ankle flares up in pain. Left with no chance to out run them now, I curl up where I am and wait. Wait! Looking in the log, I see with amazement it's mostly hallow. Never mind what might be living in it, I crawl in and try to stay as still as possible. Please don't find me, please, please.
Laying there for what seems like an eternity, I finally hear them approach and see the beams of their lights wash over the ground a few feet away.
"You think he could have even made it this far?" Please Seith, please if you see me just don't say anything, for the love of god, please.
"Probably not." Standing right next to the log, I can see Charlie's boots a foot away from me as his voice sounds so...exhausted? Whistling again, he calls out my name once more half-heartedly. After getting no response and waiting a few breaths more he moves away. "Come on he couldn't have come this far with as hurt as he was." As the rain begins to come down, I for the first time in the last two hours breath normally and relax a little.
"You better find him." Comes the deep very threatening dominating blaming voice that I've never heard before from the top of the hill when the footfalls get to it and stop before a loud SMACK sounds through out the forest followed by a thump as if something had fallen to the forest floor. Furring my eyebrow at this I shrug and sigh in relief when I hear the tussle of leaves and such before the footfalls start up once more a few moments later and get further and further away from my location.
Getting up, he brushes himself off and offers me a hand. "We'd better pack it up." What? We leaving now?
Taking Jason's hand I stretch and give him a confused look, I thought you all wanted to stay all afternoon? "What's up, thought we were staying all day or something?" Not that I wouldn't like to go home an nap, but still.
Laughing he points to the sky. "Gonna rain, bro." Aw, well then. "So let's get this stuff cleaned up and then-"
Cut off by the flash of black lightening that hits only a few feet away from us, we both groan as we're now left looking at a large group of cogs, lead by what I'd assume to be a walking toaster oven. "Rangers, so we finally meet!" Um I think I cooked my breakfast in you this morning.
Turning to me, Jason shrugs. "Is it just me or does it look like a reject microwave?" Never a dull moment.
To be continued........