The lives we live

New Found Cruelty

Dan

I was numb and staring at the ceiling of my attacker's room. I couldn't move. My ankle and my wrist were broken and I was covered in blood... I should be in so much pain... But I couldn't feel a thing...

I saw my attacker above me, hovering over me...

More? What more could he do after the four long years of him doing this?

The beatings.. The shouting.. The rape..

"Hush now Danny." That voice was sickeningly sweet.. Pure evil.

"Don't cry, slut! It ruins that pretty face of yours!" He lashed out at me, cruely.. I could smell the whiskey on his breath.

I was crying? I couldn't tell..

"Dan."

My eyes shifted to the door and widened when I saw Phil standing there.

"Ph-phi-i-ill..." I stuttered out.

I needed to get up. To warn Phil not to come in here, to stay away.

"Don't move, slut." He smirked, tying ropes to my wrists then the bed frame before gagging me.

"I'll make sure you regret it my little fuck toy."

I watched as he climbed off of me and walked towards the door before stopping.

"Don't make a sound slut, or Phil gets what you get." He growled before walking out.

My eyes widend as tears began to fill them.

Phil... No...