Eric pulls me from the car and I am instantly hit with the smell of salt. I listen and I can hear waves crashing against rocks, so I know we are at the rocky shore. The blindfold is still covering my eyes. He pulls the tape off my lips. The pain lasts for about a minute and I swear I can taste blood.
"The sea? Are you going to drown me?" I ask him.
"No. I am taking you to a dark cave though," He tells me as he drags me after him. His voice is so calm, which makes me panic. I have no clue what he will do to me.
The loud high screech of the seagulls makes me jump. The closer we get to the water, the more I can smell the salt. Eric grabs me roughly and pushes me onto some sort of boat. He takes the cloth from my eyes after he has safely clambered on board. He starts the motor running and we head out, away from land. The further out we get, the colder I become. I start to shiver uncontrollably, and Eric just sighs at me. Oh god how I hate him.
The further out we go, the more the realisation kicks in that I will have nowhere to escape to. I begin to sob loudly as realise that this is why Eric planned this. He tells me to shut up as we reach the entrance to the cave.
Eventually we come to a stop at the entrance, and I see a narrow path that we will have to walk along. A part of me just wants to deliberately trip and go tumbling down into the sharp rocks below. But, I know that Eric will have a firm grip of me the whole way along. If I go, he goes with me.
He roughly pulls me from the boat. I stand at the edge looking down at the sharp rocks. I slowly lean forward, but Eric grabs my arm.
"Uh-uh-uh Emily," he says to me. "I don't think so."
I sigh as he pushes me toward the wall. Now there is no chance that I am getting out of this. We slowly trudge forward, slipping on the sea soaked rocks. We turn a corner, and there, out of nowhere, is a small cottage. It sits higher up, so that when the tide comes in it is not swept away. I gasp loudly.
Eric drags me up the steep steps to the cottage. The walls are covered in shells and seaweed. Driftwood lines the edges of the house. It looks beautiful, but I know that terrible things will happen here.
We reach the door, and Eric has to kick it open so that we can enter. The hall is narrow, so Eric pushes me forward first. He turns me so that I am facing a door, and I open it. There are bars on the window, a shabby mattress on the floor with a thin nylon sheet and as I turn back to look at the door, there are several locks. I know that there is no hope for escape.
"Well, make yourself at home. I will be back through soon," he tells me, locking the door behind me. I walk toward the mattress and flop onto it. I let the tears slide down my cheeks.
This will be where I die, I think to myself. The thought is strangly satisfying.
I must have fallen asleep because I wake to find Eric peering down at me. I slowly sit up, terrified of what will happen now. He sits down beside me and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
"I have always loved you Emily," he says. I stare at him wide eyed, wondering where this is going. "And now finally, you are mine."
He leans forward and kisses me. The kiss is wet and harsh. I don't return it. He pulls back and glares at me.
"Co-operate with me Emily!" he yells at me. "Things will turn out worse for you if you don't."
The threat is left hanging in the air. He leans in again, this time his kiss more urgent. He pushes until I reluctantly open my mouth, allowing his tongue to clash with mine. It is horrible and the tears begin to fall down my face. I feel his hands shift to my waist, slowly slipping up my top. He grabs my chest and I gasp in shock.
He is going to rape me! The alarm bells start ringing in my head. Eric roughly pulls my top over my head leaving me exposed as he works on my jeans.
"E-Eric, p-please d-don't," I stutter. He continues on. "E-Eric, p-please."
He pulls of my jeans, and the sobs wrack my body. He quickly pulls down his trousers and he leans over me, forcing me to lie on the mattress. I feel him begin, and I continue to sob loudly.
He does it twice more before he tells me he is going to rest. He takes my clothes so that I can't put them back on. I wrap myself up in the thin sheet so I'm not as exposed. I feel defiled, and I'm in so much pain. I wish I could kill myself right now.
He doesn't come back all night, or what I assume is all night. I cry myself to sleep.
Something deep down tells me I deserve this.
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A/N
Sorry it took so long!! It was quite a hard chapter to write, but I hope you enjoy it! I will try not to leave as long next time!
Natalie x
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