Monster You Made Me

Bleeding Alone

Alex P0V.

Fathers who are lovers to

The daughters that they own

Mothers who don't leave a child

A single safety zone

People so unhinged

That death is much too kind

Come into my solitude

Step over that line

    The ride back to the corner of my house was long, and I felt the tread come over me the closer we got. I knew I was going to be punished for this, I knew tonight would be bad, but I just wanted to be free for a little while, and even though I was doing a school project, I was free. Slowly, time dragged as I got off the bike and walked to my house, listening to Drake drive away. Yelling was going on from inside my house and I knew someone else was over. The front door opens and an angry look Scott comes and drags me in, throwing me on the ground in front of all too familiar boots.

      “Alex, Michael is visiting for a little while. He was just going to show up for a session, but when you weren’t here, we made a deal. You’re going out with him tonight, you’ll do whatever he says, he’s paying good for this, got it?” Not shedding the tears in my eyes, I nod and look up at Michael as he dangerously smirks at my trembling form.

       “Nice to see you again, Alex.” His voice sends shivers down my spine as it sends me into a flashback I can’t control.

“You stupid bitch. You’re going to do what I say, understand?” His dark voice filled the house. Standing up and running, the door comes into view before I feel a painful sting on my back, that drops me to my knees. He steps on my back and brings his belt down repeatedly, leaving my skin bloody and sore. Picking up, he threw me into the kitchen, making me smash my head off the table. Sitting on my hips, I try to push him off me, and the last thing I remember was his fist barreling towards my face.  

Back in the present, Michael grabs my arms and throws a bag at me.

      “Go change into that, we’re going out to meet some friends.” His grin makes my skin crawl as I make my way up the stairs and into my room. Not long after entering my room, Michael walks in, grinning like a Cheshire cat, and pushes me down onto the bed. Ripping my black skinny jeans down, he rips my underwear off and shoves himself into me, tightening a hand down around my throat. He continues to push himself into me as I struggle to breath, and then grabs my hands holding them above my head. Pushing me up, he pulls out handcuffs and cuffs my hands to my metal bed frame, before he crawls between my legs and clamps his arms around my thighs, making it imposable to move as he moves his head between my thighs. The feeling of his breath hitting my sensitive area’s was enough to make me feel sick to my stomach, so when he starts his careful ministrations, my body just went into overdrive to fight him. When I start to struggle uncontrollably, he bites down on my clit and brings out a knife, sliding it down my stomach as a warning. When he finally finishes down there, he straddles my torso, shoving his dick into my mouth, and gagging me. This continues for a few more minutes until he shoves himself back inside of me, finishing inside of me, and then gets up smirking, uncuffs me and walks out the door. Curling into a ball, I let the sobs rack my body, making the tears fall uncontrollably.  After almost an hour, I get up and look at the outfit.

        The outfit is all black; Black ripped skinny jeans, and a black corset with red draw string, leaving my whole chest feeling exposed. Throwing my leather jacket on top, I walk down the stairs to be led out into Michaels car. After about a 10 minute drive, Michael moves his hand onto my thigh and drives into an abandoned parking garage. Parking, he turns to me and unbuckles my seat belt. Scooting as close as I can to the window, he narrows my eyes at me before getting out and coming to my door, grabbing me by my arm. Throwing me in the back seat, I feel him rip my pants down and shove himself inside of me again. After another 20 minutes he throws me back in the seat and continues to drive to our location. Finally after an hour, he pulls into a huge club, grabbing my arms and glaring at me.

     “Now, we’re going to meet my friends, and if you don’t behave, well... It will be worse for you than it was last time you decided to be a little bitch. Got it?” Nodding, I follow him in all the way to VIP part of the club, and he sits down at a table surrounded by 5 other men, and pulls me into his lap.

     “This the chick you were talking about?” Michael laughs and nods, chugging down a beer that was left unattended on the table.

    “Yeah, she puts up a little bit of a fight, but it would never be fun if they didn’t, would it?” The men all laugh and terror fills my blood as I realize what’s going to happen as everyone piles into a van, and drives out back to a rundown looking building. They get out and throw me on the ground, water seeping into my clothes.

     “Can I go for it first?” One man with green eyes and a bald head ask as he advances towards me. Michael nods and the next thing I know I’m being pinned on the ground.

    “How gentle?” Michael laughs and tells them so long as I can walk, and they don’t kill me, to do whatever they want. One by one, all men push themselves inside of me, and each of them leave their own marks, and by the end, they all go again. Smashing my face into the concrete and twisting my arms and imposable angles, by the time they were done and drove away, the pain was so intense I just simply closed my eyes.

    Opening my eyes, I’m assuming about an hour later, I try to push myself up, only to fall again. Crawling out of the abandoned building, I make my way to an alley, and curl up in the corner, my ripped clothes that they had put back on me, clinging to my body and ripped all over. Blood fell from my arms as I concentrated on breathing. Laying against the wall, I hear a sound of cars passing by my left side, and pushing myself closer to the wall, the last thing I remember is seeing a headlight come through the dark alley, before I closed my eyes again, overcome by the pain.