CHAPTER 4 - Human Nature
It felt like I was face-to-face with an angry bull, steam was about to escape from his ears. "Y'know what? Fuck it, let's start today."
Throwing his boots away, he unbuckled his belt and took off his jeans in seconds. Concern was taking over my mind as I was totally back to reality, the effects of the soporific all gone away. Then, he threw my shoes away and pulled hard onto my jeans as I tried to debate but he ripped them away of my body. He did the same with my panties. Half naked, I was terrified because I knew what was coming. I never had that kind of physical relation before and I knew it'd be terribly painful, especially with him.
I screamed so loud, I could have shattered every window in the room – if there were. And he was having fun, he was laughing, it was funny for him to see me in pain, to see me being hurt, to see me cry, to hear me scream. It was what he needed apparently. What he had said before, it was all clear now. We did her and we did her good. The more the victim cries and screams, the more he gets into his work. But remaining silent was just not an option.
He left the room, still laughing, as he was buckling up his belt. "It's only human nature, darling!" An evil laugh. The door shut.
I looked down at my bare feet. Blood was falling down my legs, staining them with that well-known morbid color. My whole body was sore, especially my crotch. My lungs terribly burned because I didn't stop screaming. My cheeks were wet from the tears that ran them down as he was proceeding and my eyes were surely red. I couldn't breath properly because of the fear, the pain and the event. I was traumatized. And I was feeling so weak. My batteries being low, I needed to take a long break, to rest, to escape from that nightmarish place. To forget it all and go.
Later that day, the door was opened again and a man got inside. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I was tried to set myself free from the tape that was wrapped around my wrists. Obviously impossible.
He walked toward me as I tried to cover myself with my legs. But he wasn't there for this anyway; he had a plate in his hand. He fed me since I couldn't do it by the plate was empty, he smiled at me and looked down. Using two fingers, he caressed the hair covering my pubis. "My turn tomorrow, sweetheart," he winked, "can't wait." He whispered in my ear and left the room. I started to cry.
During the following days, it was a new man each day. Different sizes, different lengths, different techniques, different smiles, different laughs, but always the same pain increasing after every punishment. As the days went by, I was getting weaker and weaker. Yesterday, I could barely scream. Jovani had said it'd last a week so, hopefully, today was my last day. I couldn't take it anymore: my crotch was burning every time I was taking a breath, my legs were covered in blood and as strong as wet spaghettis, my face was probably bloody too; two of them had that strange pleasure to hit me as they were doing their work – like I needed more. My top was ripped off and bloody but – luckily? – still covering most of my upper part. I was tired of it all. If only there were a gun that could fall in my hand right now. Just one bullet would end it all.
Eyes closed, trying to regain some sort of strength, I heard the door shut open.
Is that you reaper, coming to end me? To end my days? To end my pain? Please, tell me it's you.
I opened an eye, lightly blinded by the light over me. When it adjusted to the luminosity, I opened the other one. As always, I couldn't see who was the raper until he'd walk where there's light. Still, I could manage to see his silhouette. He hadn't moved from where he had closed the door. Was he analyzing his victim from the darkest side of the room so the darkest side of his mind could localize where to start?
After a brief moment of him not moving, he took a step forward, then a second one. Every so slowly, he managed to cross half the way before he stopped again, still hidden in the darkness. His steps felt unsure like if he was wondering what the hell he was doing there. As I did the previous days when my raper was approaching of me, I closed my eyes and waited for him to come. But I didn't hear no signs of movement.
My heart twisted and sank into a painful movement when I simply heard:
"Clem…"