One life left

Feelings can make you numb

Feeling a squeeze on wrist and ankles jolted me awake. What the hell ...... oh no! Laying flat on my back pinned to the bed that can only be described as a bed of a thousand needles, I tried not to move. Looking around the room, it was exactly how I remember. This time I won't give him the satisfaction of screaming. This time I won't let him break me. He carnt break something that refuses to feel. Slowly I heard footsteps coming up the stairs but it was useless pretending to be asleep, he already knows how to tell when I'm lying. I heard the multiple locks click and turn and then he appeared.

"Good morning, mother will be glad to hear your awake" he beamed. Carrying a tray of hot eggs and bacon with a freshly made cup of tea just reminded me how hungry and thirsty I was. "I remembered, your favourite breakfast" he seemed so proud of himself in that moment. Like he's achieved the most splendid thing ever. If I learned anything from last time I was here, it was to not trust the food because he laced it with a small amount drugs to keep me lucid but weak. Not giving him the attention he so much craved was my first mistake since waking. Second was looking at the bed I was laying on. The bed was made purely of nails. He claims to love me but laid me down on a bed of nails! He noticed where my eyes had landed and looked back at me, you can see he was trying to tell what I thinking.

"I needed to be sure you stayed still and listened to me this time" as if he was trying to portray sadness in his tone, much to my dismay he seemed genuinely saddened by the fact I won't listen to his insane thoughts. Looking at him square in the eyes not giving anything away I was actually going to listen to him. What other choice do I have. "Go on, I'm listening to what your delusional brain or farther has told you" I spat at him. All to soon the food tray flipped and is if he moved an inhuman speed he pushed my legs down on the nail causing me to flinch. I could hear the drips on the floor as well the heat of the pain but refusing to give him a reaction.

"Don't you dare think I'm crazy or my farther. If he's so crazy how can his plan work to get my mother to love him and create me!!" His roar was so fierce, my body immediately wanted to recoil but couldn't because of the shackles. "You see you ran off last time because I succeeded in getting you to carry my child but I certainly won't be making that mistake again. You see my farther did the same to mother in this very cabin, he carried his normal life outside of these woods while my mother never left. He got what he desired the most and she finally succumbed to his ways and has lived a free life since" he finally let go of my leg but my body couldn't remove it's self from the nails. He looked at my body with lust and desire then he noticed. The sound of blood trickling on to the floor. He looks back at me with horror and apologised repeatedly for hurting me. If I hadn't been here before I would have believed him. He called his mother to bring a first aid kit up as he was untying me from the bed, then lifted me off. She quickly rushed upstairs and seen the mess he made with the food and then saw my bleeding leg. She told him to clean me up while she made me some fresh food. I wasn't sure to be great full that she was making my food this time, although the time to bring it upstairs was enough for him to lace it. As she left I searched around the room and noticed the window was open. As he set me on the chair and turned his back to grab the kit of the nightstand I stood and hit him with the chair. I hobbled to the window and got my leg out before I was pulled back by my hair. He dragged me down and hit me with the lamp over and over whilst screaming at me, telling me I would be good little wife and give into my desires when I decide to stop fighting him. I couldn't think any more. My vision faded back to darkness. I couldn't be like his mother. I couldn't learn to love him how he wanted me to. But could I fight anymore after last time nearly killed me. Maybe provoking him to the point where he kills me would be what I needed to do to escape this. He calmed his blows and then shouted for his parents to come and save me was it took for me to know...... he will take the edge of death, close enough to greet it but never fully allow me to cross. Just as the door crashed open I seen his mother scold him and rush over with a needle. And just like that I let sleep take over me.