Chapter Four: Traumatic beginning
I woke up in a small stone cell. It was musty, but thank goodness it didn't smell of
urine or anything horrible, like we'd always heard from abducted people's accounts. Do you
remember, dear sister? How we thought we were so safe from that trauma, that our codewords
we invented would protect us in times like that. That all of father's and Logans teachings
would prevent it, that we could escape in time. Oh, dear sister, how I wish I had never
opened my door that night. I wish I had given in to your pleas to stay with you. But I can't
look back now. I can only look ahead. To the pain, dear sister, the pain....
He came to me that night. That-man-that-animal. The disgust in my eyes enraged him,
so he sought to fix that. He struck me so hard in my right eye, I knew that I would never
be able to see again. How I wished I wouldn't be able to see his face, that once handsome face
that I had desired so. I should have known he was dangerous. How could I not? With him
standing well over six foot five, with his long, leanly, yet heavily muscled body? With hands
the size of my face, square tipped fingernails turning to claws before my very eyes? Yes,
I had been duped, dear sister, at first by his ploy, and then by my own damn body. He knew that
I had desired him, even before I did. How, you ask? His senses, those godawful senses of his,
stronger than a grizzly's, those senses are.
"Don't worry, doc, I'm not here to rape you, if you were worried. Although,"he smirked, thoughtfully
stroking his strong jaw, flinging back his shoulder length wavy blonde hair,"you would probably
beg me to. You couldn't get enough of me, could you? Whore!"he spat at me, slamming
his body down onto mine. I could barely breathe, he was crushing me, gyrating his groin into my
hips. "You wanted it badly, didn't you, whore?"he snarled, biting my shoulder, sucking on
the blood that ran freely from the cut. I cried, ashamedly, I cried, pleading with him to stop.
I pleaded with that monster! And do you know what he did, dear sister?
He reared his head back, laughing maniacally, blood dripping down his chin, coating his
mouth, staining his once white teeth. His laughter...his laughter is how I imagine the devil
himself would show amusement, deep, wild, disgusting, wet laughter.
I prayed to die quickly, because in that laugh, I heard my torment to come.
I woke up in a small stone cell. It was musty, but thank goodness it didn't smell of
urine or anything horrible, like we'd always heard from abducted people's accounts. Do you
remember, dear sister? How we thought we were so safe from that trauma, that our codewords
we invented would protect us in times like that. That all of father's and Logans teachings
would prevent it, that we could escape in time. Oh, dear sister, how I wish I had never
opened my door that night. I wish I had given in to your pleas to stay with you. But I can't
look back now. I can only look ahead. To the pain, dear sister, the pain....
He came to me that night. That-man-that-animal. The disgust in my eyes enraged him,
so he sought to fix that. He struck me so hard in my right eye, I knew that I would never
be able to see again. How I wished I wouldn't be able to see his face, that once handsome face
that I had desired so. I should have known he was dangerous. How could I not? With him
standing well over six foot five, with his long, leanly, yet heavily muscled body? With hands
the size of my face, square tipped fingernails turning to claws before my very eyes? Yes,
I had been duped, dear sister, at first by his ploy, and then by my own damn body. He knew that
I had desired him, even before I did. How, you ask? His senses, those godawful senses of his,
stronger than a grizzly's, those senses are.
"Don't worry, doc, I'm not here to rape you, if you were worried. Although,"he smirked, thoughtfully
stroking his strong jaw, flinging back his shoulder length wavy blonde hair,"you would probably
beg me to. You couldn't get enough of me, could you? Whore!"he spat at me, slamming
his body down onto mine. I could barely breathe, he was crushing me, gyrating his groin into my
hips. "You wanted it badly, didn't you, whore?"he snarled, biting my shoulder, sucking on
the blood that ran freely from the cut. I cried, ashamedly, I cried, pleading with him to stop.
I pleaded with that monster! And do you know what he did, dear sister?
He reared his head back, laughing maniacally, blood dripping down his chin, coating his
mouth, staining his once white teeth. His laughter...his laughter is how I imagine the devil
himself would show amusement, deep, wild, disgusting, wet laughter.
I prayed to die quickly, because in that laugh, I heard my torment to come.