WARNING – Not a chapter I recommend for persons under the age of 15 years. The rating of 'M' for this story is in particular for chapters like these. Hope this offends no one in anyway, that was not my intention. This is an essential chapter for the storyline.
Chapter 19 – The First Time
Heidi looked down at her wrists as she rubbed them with the palms of her hands. The rope burns hardly hurt anymore. It was almost as if she had become immune to the pain. Like her wrists were numb to the rope that burnt her skin everytime she tried to move whilst she was tied to the bedposts everyday. It was a funny thing to imagine especially considering how horrific the burns looked on her tanned skin. They encircled the entire circumference of her wrists on both arms. The fresh ones were a brighter red compared to the older ones that were slowly starting to fade underneath. She wondered whether they would completely fade at all or whether they would scar her skin forever.
Heidi's eyes then travelled to the man sitting next to her on her mattress. It was the other guy. She referred to him as the other man simply because she didn't know anything else about him. No name, no nothing. Out of the three men that were here with her, there was the leader of the group – for lack of a better word – whom she would rather refer to as the asshole of the group – in this case there was no better word. Then there was the old guy. He was the only one whose face she actually saw on a daily basis and from what she could make out from underneath those balaclavas every now and then, he was the only one sporting grey hair. Then there was the other guy.
He was here every couple of days. Heidi figured it was when he was on duty to watch the warehouse over the course of the night. Between him and the old guy, they took turns in watching the warehouse. The old guy would never enter the warehouse and see her when he was on duty. He would sit outside the main entrance door or so she assumed because she couldn't really see him but occasionally she could hear his movement in that direction. When the other guy was on duty, however, he would enter the warehouse almost as soon as she heard the truck leaving the warehouse with what she assumed was the leader and the old guy inside.
Sometimes it would be 3 days inbetween when he'd come and see her, and if she was lucky she'd get to see him two days in a row. Just him and her. She considered herself lucky because he would come with a purpose that wasn't intended to inflict harm on her.
The first time he did it she was incredibly wary of him. It had been exactly 2 weeks into her stay in the warehouse when he had first done this. She remembered how she had watched him like a hawk. She didn't trust him at that point and whilst she felt safe with him now, she wasn't in that place where she completely trusted him yet. He hadn't spoken to her that first night and that had continued right up until today. Not a single word did he ever speak directly to her.
She remembered how scared she had been when he had first untied her. She hadn't requested a bathroom break so she didn't know why he was removing the ropes around her wrists that bound her to the bedposts. She didn't attempt to escape because she was that scared. She didn't know what to expect. She didn't know what he was capable of, especially now that they were completely alone. The thought of escape had only crossed her mind once one night and she surprised herself when she didn't take the chance. She had thought about fighting him, escaping and running for her life. After all, it was the dead of the night and if she managed to make it outside it would be that much harder for him to find her, but all the same it would also be impossible for her to figure out where to run to next. To navigate her way without so much as a cell phone to substitute as a flashlight.
She remembered how fast and hard her heart started beating when he removed the ropes from both her wrists and then took a seat on the mattress next to her and bent down to reach into his black backpack that he had placed on the floor beside the bed moments earlier. She remembered anticipating seeing him pull out a knife or a gun or some masking tape or a gag or something sinister from his backpack. She also remembered being pleasantly surprised and utterly confused when he pulled out some cotton wool and a brown bottle, which she immediately identified as betadine. Everytime he visited her since then she still found herself surprised when nothing sinister every left his backpack.
Then there was the other guy who was currently tending to her latest installment of deep cuts and fresh bruises.
Bringing her head back to the reality before her, she watched the other guy unscrew the same bottle of betadine that she had seen that first night. She obediently and silently offered her wrists to him and still without a single word he took her left wrist in his hand first and tended to her rope burns.
Heidi watched him closely. She didn't know whether or not the leader knew he was doing this. Whether the leader knew the other guy was 'helping' her. He had to know though. There were mornings when the leader would come and check out the handy work he had left on her skin the night before. It was usually the deep cuts that his pocketknife had created that seemed to intrigue him the most the morning after. There was still traces of betadine on those cuts and either the leader had to completely blind to not see the betadine stains on her skin or completely stupid to not smell the smell of the antiseptic in the air around her. He had to know but surprisingly he never said anything about it. She didn't know whether she wanted to know why he was 'helping' her either. She had wanted to ask so many times but although her could muster up to courage to ask, she wasn't sure whether she could handle the answer he would give her. Whether it would make her feel safer or more afraid of their midnight liaisons between them.
Despite everything, however, Heidi savoured these moments for what they were. Not because there was a distinct lack of the leader whose favourite past time seemed to be inflicting pain on her, but because it was the only time apart from bathroom time when she was not tied up. And that was why she never fought the other guy. She never tried to push her luck. She never tried to push his buttons and anger him in anyway. She didn't want such a privilege, like being untied for a couple of hours, taken away from her especially when she didn't know how much longer she would have to endure this living nightmare. Without this small taste of sanctuary she didn't think she could endure all this for that much longer.
Heidi watched as the other guy soon turned his attention to the freshest cuts on her upper inner thighs. They were additions from last night and they were still incredibly sore, especially to the touch. Heidi watched him gently run his finger over the cuts, not in the sexual perverted manner that the leader touched her, but in a careful manner that Heidi knew meant that he didn't want to hurt her anymore than she already was. Dressed in merely her panties, access to the cuts was easy for not only the leader to cut her but also for the other guy to tend to those cuts. He used the finger on his right hand to trace the length of the first cut, which was clearly the longest when compared to the other cuts. It had only just stopped bleeding and that could also be clearly seen from the dry blood that had trickled and dried further towards the back of her thighs.
Heidi watched him as he looked at her cuts and the carnage on her thighs. She looked in his eyes and thought for a moment that she saw a sadness that she hadn't seen or perhaps noticed before. It was the look someone got in their eyes before tears were about to form. That sadness that she never thought she'd see from anyone in this place except herself. She watched him closely, expecting to see tears anytime now, but suddenly the other guy broke his gaze and bent down to gain access to his backpack again. Moments later he retrieved the second bottle that Heidi had also seen before. A clear plastic one full of freshwater. He took a fresh piece of cotton wool and half covered it in water before he slowly reached out to her and started to clean the dry blood off her thighs.
"Why do you do this?" Heidi suddenly spoke, surprising both herself and the man before her.
The words that were playing in her mind suddenly tumbled straight out of her mouth without so much as a second thought. It made her freeze completely in her tracks not sure exactly what implications her sudden words would have. She almost held her breath waiting for what kind of response she would get from him.
There was no answer. He silently continued working the wet cotton wool on her blood on her skin. Heidi swallowed before she decided to speak again.
"I heard your voice 3 days ago," Heidi simply stated, her voice calm and slow "I know you didn't mean to speak but you did and I heard your voice."
It was the truth. She had been lying there on the bed that morning 3 days ago when the leader was discussing who was to be on duty that following night. They had known she was awake. They were standing only feet away from her bed. The leader was talking some shit about having things to do in regards to 'the plan' and the other guy had, for the first time she had heard, spoken back to the leader and told him that he would be on duty that night. The leader narrowed his eyes at the other guy's offer before brushing it off and accepting it.
There was still no answer. He quietly reached for a piece of dry cotton wool and started to dry her thighs that were now cleaned of the dry blood.
"I don't recognize it," Heidi continued to speak "If that's what you're worried about. Me recognizing your voice that is. I don't."
There was still no answer, however, the other guy nodded a couple of times to himself and Heidi took that as an indication that he believed her. It was the truth after all. She didn't recognize his voice. The pitch, the tone, the accent. Nothing.
She watched as he tossed the used pieces of cotton wool into a plastic bag on the floor. She thought she might try her question again now that she had gotten some kind of response out of him.
"So, why do you come her and do this for me?" Heidi asked.
"Despite what you may think," the other guy suddenly spoke, slightly surprising the young Orton "I don't want to see you die."
It was honest. Heidi appreciated it. The chilling phrase made her think, however, that maybe he didn't want her to die, but did the other two? Was that how this was going to end?
"Does he know you do this for me?" Heidi continued with her questions.
She had time later, all the time in the world infact, to think about his answers. To analyse his words. For right now, though, whilst he was willing to finally speak to her she might as well try and get whatever she could out of him. Whether it was good news or bad, whether it was something she wanted to hear or not.
"No," he simply replied as he reached for the betadine.
They both knew she was talking about the leader.
"I'm sure he suspects something seeing as your cuts are usually cleaned and well healed by the next morning," the other guy continued "But no he's never asked and therefore I've never offered the information."
"Why do you all want to hurt me anyway?" Heidi asked.
"I've never hurt you," the other guy spoke his movements ceasing all together, yet his eyes remaining on the small spot of mattress before him that was currently separating them.
"You're holding me here against my will here so he can hurt me," Heidi stated the facts, trying to control the anger in her voice as she spoke the words "You might as well be hurting me too. There's not really that much difference is there?"
"I've never hurt you," he repeated.
Heidi took a deep breath to try and control her emotions. She wanted to slap him in the face and at the same time break down into tears. She couldn't describe the mix or range of emotions that were coursing through her. She didn't know what she wanted to feel right now.
"Why am I even here?" she questioned.
"I think you already know that answer," he simply replied, his thumb slowly stroking the side of the betadine bottle still in his hands.
"Because of my parents?" Heidi questioned, wanting the confirmation from him.
He simply nodded.
"What could my parents have possibly done to any of you that would warrant me being here?" Heidi asked, she couldn't believe that her parents could have done such wrong to anyone "Being held against my will in his god forsaken warehouse, being beaten and tortured? What did they do to make me deserve this?"
"They're both here because of your parents," he answered, Heidi knew he was refering to the leader and the old guy "That's why they're doing this."
"And you?" Heidi questioned curiously, wondering what his motif could possibly be.
He took a deep breath and shifted his eyes to the betadine bottle as he started to unscrew the lid.
"I'm not here because of your parents," he spoke as he took another fresh piece of cotton wool from his pile "That's not why I'm doing this. Your parents were nothing but good to me."
"I don't understand then," Heidi replied, still confused.
A silence formed between them again. Heidi tried to hold back her frustration. She appreciated his honesty and it was clear that his words were nothing but honest. They were the perfect mix of things she didn't want to hear as well as things she already knew were the truth. She wanted more answers though. She wanted to get more out of him but at the same time she didn't want to push her luck. Maybe she needed to ask different questions, turn the conversation in a different direction. She closed her eyes as she asked the question that was the one she genuinely wanted to know the answer to.
"Am I going to die here?" she spoke, her eyes still closed as the words left her lips.
"No," he answered without hesitation.
"How can you be so sure about it?" Heidi questioned, surprised at his immediate and sure response "I hardly take these beatings lying down. One day I might just push him too far."
"You're not going to die," he answered again without a moment of hesitation or thought "At least not here."
"How long are you going to keep me here for?" Heidi spoke again, the questions rolling off her tongue as soon as her brain created them.
She watched him as he covered the piece of fresh cotton wool in his hands with betadine and then placed the lid ontop of the bottle before placing the bottle between his legs
"I don't know," he answered honestly again, as he reached out for the cuts on her inner thighs again "Even if I did know I wouldn't be able to tell you anyway."
"Ah!" Heidi gasped as she felt the dressing directly on the deepest wound on her left thigh.
Her eyes tight shut as the sting coursed through her body. She pulled back slightly and the man suddenly looked up and into her eyes as she finally opened them again.
"I'm sorry, it's deep so it's going to sting a little," he soothingly spoke as he continued to look her in the eyes.
Heidi simply nodded.
His eyes were blue.
Suddenly, as if he were reading her mind, he quickly averted his eyes and then removed his free hand from her thigh to adjust his balaclava on his head.
She may not have recognized his voice but she had definitely seen those eyes before. Heidi desperately tried to rack her brain for the memory but she couldn't seem to find it. She watched his face without so much as blinking as he continued to dress her cuts in hopes that he would look her in the eyes again and she could have another look at those familiar eyes. He was now working quickly though, obviously worried about the fact that she'd made eye contact with him. It only intensified the fact that she knew him. He may not have recognized his voice but she recognized those eyes and judging by his behaviour he knew there was a possibility that she would recognize him. They'd met before. She was 100% sure of it now. They'd met face to face before. It hadn't been recent and she couldn't pinpoint it, but she knew that somewhere in her mind there was a memory of him.
Her mind was too busy replaying the image for his eyes for her to even think about more questions to pose at him. Judging by the speed he was tending to her now though, she doubted that he would answer, let alone speak to her again. He finished dressing her thighs, ran his eyes over her arms looking for fresh cuts and to make sure the older cuts were not infected and then motioned for her to position herself on the bed again in order for him to re-bind her to the bedposts. As usual his binding was nowhere near as forceful or tight as the technique used by the leader. Once he was finished binding her he bent over the bed again to pack up his backpack and then swing it over his shoulder as he finally stood up from his spot on the bed.
Heidi was about to open her mouth to ask him one last question to delay him leaving, but before she could utter a single word or even begin to the door to the warehouse violent swung open.
Both the other guy and Heidi turned in startle in the direction of the warehouse door and saw the leader storming towards them in a rage that Heidi had never seen him in before. His boots stomped loudly as he stormed towards them. The scowl on his face evident even from a distance to the young Orton and she would have been lying if she didn't admit that she was scared out of her mind. She didn't know had upset him and she was scared to find out.
"WE ARE FUCKED!" The leader suddenly started yelling as he stormed straight up to the other guy "WE ARE COMPLETELY FUCKED!"
"What's wrong?" the other guy asked the leader, remaining perfectly calm as he stood face to face with the irate man before him.
"I'LL TELL YOU WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG!" the leader started yelling again as his eyes drifted over to Heidi tied to the bed for a moment "I HEAD OVER TO THE ARENA TONIGHT AND I HEAR PEOPLE TALKING! SOMEONE SAW THAT OLD MAN AT THE ARENA AT MANIA! SOMEONE SAW HIM!"
The other guy remained completely silent as he looked the leader in the face.
"WHAT? AM I NOT SPEAKING CLEARLY ENOUGH?" the leader started yelling more loudly this time as he got directly in the face of the other guy "DID YOU HEAR WHAT I JUST FUCKING SAID?"
"Yeah I did," the other guy spoke calmly "Are you sure they saw him?"
"YEAH I'M FUCKING SURE!" the leader started yelling again "IF THEY FIGURE OUT WHO THE OLD MAN IS WE ARE ROYALLY FUCKED!"
"You should keep your voice down," the other guy spoke again, his voice still calm "Someone might hear you."
The leader snarled as Heidi watched his fists clench at his sides. She was sure that he was going to punch the other guy directly in his face.
"Who the fuck is going to hear me, huh?" the leader snarled before his raised a finger and pointed directly in the face of the other guy "You better watch that mouth of yours!"
The other guy never even blinked as he locked eyes with the leader, Heidi could feel the tension rising in the air as the two continued their stare down.
The tension lifted slightly as the leader soon turned his attention towards Heidi on the bed. The young Orton scowled as that sick smirk appeared on the leader's face appeared once more as his eyes travelled the length of her body. Without removing his eyes from Heidi he spoke once more, addressing the other guy.
"Go back to the house," the leader instructed "I'll watch the firecracker tonight."
"Tonight is my night to watch her," the other guy spoke back.
Heidi watched the change in the eyes of the leader as he turned back to face the other guy.
"Are you fucking speaking back to me?" the leader spoke, his breathing becoming laboured and heavy.
"It's my night to watch her," the other guy repeated.
"GO BACK TO THE FUCKING HOUSE YOU INGRATE!" the leader started yelling once more as he threw his arm back and pointed strongly at the door to the warehouse behind him "GET OUT OF HERE!"
The other guy simply nodded passively, adjusting the backpack on his back before brushing past the leader in the direction of the warehouse door.
Heidi and the leader, over his shoulder, watched the other guy head towards the door. Heidi watched as his stopped halfway across the warehouse and she was silently praying to herself that he would say something or insist on staying because she didn't want to find herself in an empty warehouse with the leader again. Usually it was a couple of days at least inbetween her being assaulted by the leader. Usually she made at least a couple of days to mentally prepare and physically heal before another assault. As she watched the other guy continue his journey across the warehouse to the open warehouse door she knew that she had probably a maximum of 5 minutes to prepare herself. She watched as the warehouse door slammed shut behind the other guy, the sound echoing throughout the empty warehouse, before her eyes locked with those of the leader. That sick smile spreading across his face once more.
Heidi took a deep breath and scowled at the leader as he painfully slowly started making his way over to her bed. It took all her will power not to cry right then and there. She just wanted to cry because she couldn't close her eyes and open then and this would all be over. She knew he was in a foul mood and she knew what happened when he was in a foul mood. The assaults were bad enough when he was in a good mood, they were unfortunately ten times worse when he was in a foul mood. There was more physical abuse and he was that much rougher with her. That was when the darkest bruises and the deeper cuts were created.
Heidi gritted her teeth as he sat on the edge of her bed slowly and then it was like a switch was flicked. He immediately and quickly lunged ontop of her catching the young Orton completely by surprise. He immediately forced her into a kiss before she finally realized what was going on and she was able to force her head to the side and detach his lips from hers. It didn't seem to phase the leader at all and he instead turned his ministrations to her neck. She closed her eyes tightly as he continued to assault her neck with his lips whilst he straddled her hips and ran his hands frantically all over her upper body. Painfully squeezing her breasts as he continued to squash her with his large frame.
She didn't do anything. She knew that things were better when she just let him have her way with her for as long as he needed in order to get it out of his system. He would then leave her alone until the next time. If she fought she got beaten. If she fought she got cut. If she fought he would assault her for longer. If she just lay there and took it, it would be over with soon enough. As much as it pained her to just do nothing, she had no other choice.
The leader suddenly created some distance between them, still straddling her hips, before he roughly grabbed her shirt and bra in the middle between her breasts and tore them from her body. Heidi winched as the fibres of the shirt tore into her as the shirt was destroyed before being tossed to the floor. Before she had time to react, however, the leader once more smothered her as he now used his hands to grope her naked upper half. His lips back on her neck, roughly sucking and biting at the tender flesh there, and slowly travelling down towards her chest. Heidi closed her eyes again. It was so violating when he stripped her from the chest up. She hated that he was going where no man had ever gone before. She hated that he was touching her places that no man had ever touched her before. She hated that the first person she was sharing this kind of intimacy with was this sick and pervert kidnapper.
Before the young Orton realized it she felt his lips encircle the nipple of her right breast. She tried to wriggle her body against the intrusion but his weight ontop of her hips was making it almost impossible. Soon his teeth were tugging on that same nipple and Heidi hissed in pain. She felt the pain shoot through her body as he bit down hard. He had been pushing his luck with her, taking it this far the last couple of times he had assaulted her like this. The last time he had tried to do this he had succeeded but she had refused to take it lying down and hence the cuts on her inner thighs were created. Today she wasn't going to push her luck. Today she was going to just lie there and bear it.
Heidi cried out as he switched to the other nipple and bit down on it. She hadn't expected it, especially the force of his bite. He looked up into her eyes and smirked at her as his hands replaced where his mouth had been moments earlier. She turned her head, refusing to look him in the eyes as he groped her breasts. Painfully pinching her nipples inbetween his thumb and forefinger. It was as if he was trying to get a rise out of her and she knew it. She bit down on her bottom lip and refused to cry out again.
Growing bored with her breasts, he lifted his weigh slightly off her and Heidi knew what was coming next. The button and zip to her jeans were conquered and were then slid of her legs along with her panties. There she was. Completely naked. It happened faster than she could register it, as did his ministrations of her lower half. Heidi muffled her screams against her pursed lips as she felt his hand between her legs. His fingers forced so deep inside her that she was sure there should have been blood on the mattress underneath her.
She could feel his eyes on her again, trying to get a rise or some kind of reaction from his handy work. Heidi, once again, refused to cry out or scream or show him he was having any effect on her whatsoever. She pursed together so tightly she was afraid her teeth were drawing blood from her lips, but she'd rather draw her own blood than give him the satisfaction. He pushed his fingers inside her deeper and roughly started moving them. She couldn't explain how uncomfortable she felt. From the fact that both her hands were still bound to the bedposts, to the fact that her naked body was completely exposed to the touch and the eyes of a complete stranger. Then there was the uncomfortableness that came with his fingers between her legs and what they were doing.
It didn't feel good like she knew it was supposed to. It didn't feel good like she'd imagined it would be when the time finally came. His fingers weren't gentle, they weren't interested in bringing her pleasure. Everything he ever did to her in this room was for his pleasure and his alone. The way she felt and what she wanted were completely disregarded. They were last, if not absent, on his list. Something that was so completely wrong.
"Look at me!" the words suddenly left his lips, breaking her out of her own thoughts.
Heidi pretended she hadn't heard him and remained facing the window, her eyes and her face turned to her left side.
"I said look at me you bitch!" he exclaimed again, his time using his free hand to slap her hard across her right cheek.
She took a deep breath as she felt the resulting sting on her skin from the slap, but once again she refused to look at him.
He took a moment to stare at her, ceasing his hand movements between her legs, before he reached out with his free hand and grabbed her face roughly forcing her to look him in the eyes.
She stared straight into his eyes with an anger she had never felt before. She had never hated anyone in her life more than she hated this man right now. He smirked at her with that sick and twisted smile as one hand remaining clutching her face tightly and the other thrust deeper inbetween her legs. She couldn't help herself from crying out as he did so. She knew there was blood now. She could feel it. He nodded his head.
"I've been wanting to do this for such a long time," he spoke slowly and softly as he looked her straight in the eyes.
Heidi breathed deeply as she tried with all her might to break free of the ropes binding her wrists. She could feel the ropes digging into her flesh and she didn't care. She wasn't going to let him do this. She wasn't going to just lie here calmly and let him do this to her.
"Fight all you want Lita, you're not going anywhere," he spoke again, slowly and softly as he inched his face closer towards hers "I'm going to fuck you so hard you're going to be begging me for more."
Heidi didn't have anytime to think about the fact that he'd just called her by her mother's name. She didn't have anytime to think about what that meant. She felt his hand slap her hard across the face once more as he released her cheeks from his grip. She could taste that familiar coppery tang in her mouth and she closed her eyes and hissed at the pain until it subsided. By that time, though, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.
She knew that ultimately it would lead to this but somewhere in the back of her mind she was hoping with everything she had that this wouldn't happen. She pulled on the ropes holding her wrists again and again as she watched him out of the corner of her eye undo the button on his black jeans and then unzip them. She could see them fall to the floor along with his underwear. She started thrashing about wildly on her bed as her legs were now free from his restraint but she knew she couldn't get free. She could see him smiling out of the corner of his eye and it made her want to scream and cry and yell out in frustration because they both knew that there was nothing she could do to stop what was about to happen.
He bent down towards the ground and retrieved the pocketknife from the back pocket of his jeans and as much as Heidi wanted to continue fighting she froze as soon as her eyes caught the light on the silver blade. She was scared. She had too many times pushed her luck and fallen victim to that blade. She could see the dry blood at the base of the blade and she knew that he had left it there purposely. As if the knife wasn't a powerful enough tool on its own. She bit down on her bottom lip and tried her hardest to bury her head in the mattress as he assumed his position ontop of her. From there it all happened so fast.
This wasn't how she wanted her first time to be. This wasn't how she wanted to lose her virginity. She had waited because she'd wanted it to be with someone she cared about. Someone who cared about her. Someone who wasn't using her to feed their own sick sexual desire. Someone who was forcing her to do this against her own will. Forcing her with knives and bondage and physical abuse. This wasn't sex. This wasn't legal. This was rape. Pure unadulterated rape, and she couldn't believe that it was happening to her.
She closed her eyes so tight it almost hurt. She didn't want to see the sick look on his face as he lay ontop of her. The sick look of pleasure and enjoyment that he was getting from this. She didn't want to see his cold dark eyes staring at her and that ever present sick and twisted smirk on his face. She didn't want to watch him look at her naked body. She didn't want to watch him at all, but most of all she didn't want him to see her cry. Up until now she'd refused to cry. No matter what they did she tried her hardest to hold back the tears until they were out of the door. She'd refused to give them all the satisfaction that they were hurting her. Hurting her flesh and her body with the cuts that would scar and the bruises that would fade only to have fresh ones replace them. She'd refused to give them all the satisfaction that they were torturing her young mind. They were destroying every shred of hope that one day she was going to wake up and this was going to be just a dream, or she was going to wake up one day and this was going to all be over. They were destroying her hope and her faith in something better. Her belief that she would survive. That she was going to make it out of here alive. Everyday that light of hope was getting dimmer and now right here, in this moment, she had lost it all as she felt a single tear trail down her cheek. She couldn't even brush it from her face so she tried to twist her neck to bury her face further into the mattress underneath her head. The ropes were burning her wrists as they confined her arms to the bedposts behind her head. She clenched her fists and kept pulling at the ropes, she didn't care that her wrists were now numb.
And suddenly just like that it was over. She remained completely still and tried to block out the sound of his heavy breathing and his satisfied sighs as he finally removed himself from ontop of her. She could feel him staring at her as she heard him dress himself, his jeans and underwear being lifted from the floor. The sound of the zipper. The sound of his shoes being put back on.
She bit down on her lip and closed her eyes tighter as she felt a single tear roll down her cheek. She had gotten this far, she wasn't going to let him see her cry now. A complete silence filled the room for a couple of moments before she heard him step forward and the next thing she knew her wrists were freed. The ropes were cut with a single run of his pocketknife. She immediate curled into a ball, her hands in close against her chest before she heard him speak.
"Someone's watching the door so don't even think about trying to go anywhere," he spoke, his voice stern and harsh with no traces whatsoever of what had just happened moments earlier "I doubt you'll be able to walk anyway Red."
And with his last words he headed for the door. She listened, as each step he took towards the door got softer in sound. The sound of his steel capped boots on the hard wooden floor. After what seemed like a thousand years and what sounded like a thousand steps, she heard the creaky warehouse door open.
Heidi burst into tears as soon as she heard the door slam shut. She nursed her rope burned wrists as she cradled her arms close to her chest. She could barely move. Her legs spread out before her. She could feel the throbbing between her legs and she was scared to look but she knew that there was blood. Lots of blood. She'd felt it trickling down her leg only moments before. Slowly she closed her legs as she winced from the pain that started shooting through her body. Curling into a ball over the other side of the cold hard mattress, she didn't even have enough strength or will power to dress herself. Reaching for the sheet that had been tossed on the floor hours earlier, Heidi simply wrapped herself and covered her shivering body. Closing her eyes, she didn't care anymore. She cried herself to sleep, not caring who could hear. Not caring if they knew if she was hurting. Not caring if they knew she was scared because the truth was she was more scared than she had ever been before. She was scared because she knew she was going to die here.
A/N: I hope that these intense chapters aren't freaking out any of my readers. I never thought I'd be able to write this kind of dark stuff so I hope I'm doing it alright and I hope that it's not scaring any of you! It's a little different to the angst of One Secret but I wanted to take this story in a different direction. Never written a rape scene either so hope I did OK. Don't know when I'll be able to update next, hopefully soon. Thanks for the reviews, love you guys, Mrs Bridget Orton xx
PS: Really sorry to those 'A Guy, A House & A Hot Housemate' readers that have been waiting an eternity for an update. I have really limited time to update fanfics and I've hit a bit of a writer's block with it so any fresh ideas are welcome