Red Flags

One

"Erin. My sweet baby Erin"

Like an echo. Everywhere and nowhere at the same time. That voice continues to taunt me. Pulling and pushing. Continuously fucking with me. The gruff, smokers voice that makes me want to cut its vocal cords

I feel the callus hand grip my jaw firmly but gently

"Look at me"

I don't. I'm not supposed to say no. It always ends so badly but would you want to look at your nightmare in human form?

The grip on my jaw tightens

"I said LOOK AT ME"

He didn't have to raise his voice, in fact it dropped an octave. I can tell he said it through clenched teeth. I won't get another warning.

Yes

That was a warning

I blink my tears away as I look into that sinister face of his

"Aw baby don't cry"

He leans down and kisses my tears. I try my best not to recoil in disgust. He kisses lower along my jaw and I begin to cry again

"You shouldn't be crying when it's all your fault"

He squeezes my jaw again, applying enough force to almost break it

"I told you what happens when you try to run away"

He lets me go and backs up, but I don't dare let out a sigh of relief

No. The torture is just beginning and it may be worst of all.

If I only JUST tried to run away, I'd get the usual beating. But no, I destroyed his precious property and now I have to pay. That's why I'm strapped down to this table

"How long have you been with me, Erin?"

Too fucking long

"Are you going to make me repeat myself?"

"...three years"

"Three beautiful years"

Beautiful my ass! I'd rather die by being set on fucking fire than spend another day with you. I'd rather stab myself in the eye. I'd rather drown for eternity than to spend another second with you, you sick fuck

"I can feel the anger radiating off of you but I'm angry too. You would think that after three years, you would know the rules. You would behave better. I'm starting to think you love the pain, Little One"

My breathing increases. I'm sweating so much, it's dripping onto the table. I'm just waiting. The room gets so quiet, there's a ringing throughout the room

"Recite the rules for me"

My tongue suddenly becomes heavy and the monster circles me. He's waiting

"Don't talk back. . . Don't speak unless spoken to. . . Don't attempt to call the police...Don't attempt to run away"

"Or?"

"Face the consequences"

He digs his fingers into my scalp

"The consequences this time are dire"

The sound of a motor fills the room. Is- Is that a chainsaw?

"My pretty baby won't be so pretty anymore"

BANG!

"Ah fuck"

I hiss only pain and rub my head in the spot that hit the headboard. My eyes adjust to the light and I look down to see that I'm covered in wrappers. Twinkie wrappers to be specific