In Love And Death

Cut Up Angels

"Don't do this," I started to cry, tears dripped down from my brown eyes. My nightmare had become a terrifying horrid reality, "Please. Don't fucking do this Bert. Leave me alone."

Bert pulled my hair away from my eyes. "Shush my dear, you'll be fine. Just relax. I've been doing this for hours with you. This is the only time I've gotten your dress back up, and your finally awake." His cold hands unzipped the back of my dress, the sound out of it was quiet and it made Bert's smile grow.

I was afraid about what he would do for the millionth time. I feel like I knew, if this was my dream.

"No!" I screamed from the top of my lungs. It killed my throat.

 He pulled the dress off me as I yelled for help. His cold body pressed upon mine.

"Baby, be quiet."  He kissed me and pushed my dress onto the floor with his toes.

"Just relax." His mildly calm voice scared me.

 "No, don't fucking do this." I used one of my feet to kick him away. He just pushed it to the side and stared into my eyes.

He smiled slyly at me. "Baby don't do that." He looked down at my gigantic purple bruises. "Did I hurt you the other night? I'm sorry baby."

I nodded as he touched them gently. He balled his hand into a fist. "You'll be fine." He said softly while he looked back up at me and started to hit my rib cage. My cries grew louder and more painful with every hit to my hurt chest.

I heard someone walk down the steps in front of the bed. Bert turned around to the man standing before the two of us. I cried harder when I saw their face. My nightmare had been revived even worse.

"Your not supposed to be here yet." Bert said to Adam.

"I wanted to see how this girl's doing." Adam sat down on the corner of the bed beside me. He was wearing a black robe and smoking. 

"She's fine." Bert smirked at me as I cried. I tried to pull my hands through the cuffs, it hurt my wrists.

"Fucking bastards." I yelled out.

Adam rolled his eyes before looking back at me. "Don't try to get away." Adam slowly crawled closer, I felt his movements on the bed before me. He turned to Bert and bit his lip softly. "Can I uncuff her? She doesn't like our handcuffs."

Bert looked at my teary face and cared about me for a minute. "Do it. She'll be in less pain, just hold her down. You can fuck her later."

Adam uncuffed me slowly and set the handcuffs on the bed beside him.

"Your not getting away." He held me down as I tried to wiggle out of his grip. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and stuck it into my wrist.

"Let me go." I screamed painfully as I tried to pull out of his strong grip. I knew I was feeling weaker than I ever felt before. The cigarette cast a mark into my arm when it stopped burning. Adam threw it onto the floor, where I heard it's soft landing.

"No," Adam looked up. "Bert, hurry up. I don't think she'll want to struggle any longer."

"Fine," Bert rolled his eyes. "Beautiful, don't cry." He wiped my tears from my face before thrusting into me.

"Stop it." I screamed. Bert's love wasn't anything to him or me. It was for revenge. He laughed at my pain.

Adam looked at me. "It'll be over soon. Stop resisting." He pushed my arms into the bed as I tried to pull away from Bert. He kept hurting me as he fucked me.

I screamed louder, Bert kept trying to calm me down while, it didn't happen. My insides killed me.

"Bert stop it." I yelled, my crying grew louder.