Ugh what happened? Where am I? Is this a dungeon? Why am I strapped to a table? "HELP! HELP ME! SOMEONE PLEASE!"
"It's no use. No one can here you." "Dylan? Is that you? Thank God. Please can you please help me out of this?" "Darling have you not figured it out yet? I knew you could be dense but...I never thought you could be this stupid." "Dylan what are you talking about? Enough with whatever sick game this is. I don't want to play." "Ahhh. This isn't a game sweetie.
Your mine. Now since you are strapped down, well you wouldn't have been able to get away anyway, let's have some fun." He started coming near me. I could barley move my legs. Dylan was at the table now and had started to unbutton his jeans. Once they were off he started to unbutton my shirt. "Dylan stop. Please Dylan stop."
"Oh but Carmen this is going to be fun lots of fun." By now he had my shirt unbuttoned and my jeans were down. "This is going to be fun Carmen. Don't fight it." He was on top of me. With every thrust I felt more and more hatred. More disgust.
" Gasp. Dylan. I. Don't. Want. This. STOP!" He didn't speak he just kept going deeper and faster. He stroked my side with his fingers, sending tingles up and down my spine. All this made me hate him more and more. " Dylan. Please. Stop." I begged. The more I begged the faster he got. The deeper the thrust went. I tried to get away. I just couldn't find a way to escape. I finally got an idea. Crazy but it should work. " Dylan. Gasp. I have changed my mind. I need more. More. Please." Finally he slowed down and stopped for a minute. " Oh baby I am so glad to hear that. Should I go deeper, faster? How about lower? Mabey behind?" " I can't get in position for any of those without being able to move more freely." I did my best to get him to loosen the chains. His eyes lit up." Oh darling I'll loosen them right away." He got up and loosened them in less than a minute. But before I could move he was back on me. "How about deeper first." He had my arms still tightened but had loosened my legs. I tried to move them but with incredible force he had me on my back, he forced my legs apart and held one to each of his shoulders. His thrust were deeper than before and each one provided more hate than the last. As much as I tried I couldn't move my legs. After ten minutes or so he stopped and picked me up as far as he could. "What are you doing?" "I am repositioning you." He had flipped me over and spread my legs before tightening my arms and legs back in place. He placed a pillow under my abdomen. He once again positioned himself and began thrusting. I found that I could move my legs enough to kick back and possibly stop him. "Dylan. Stop a moment. I need. To catch. My breath." "Okay." "Baby can you loosen the clasps on me. They hurt." "Oh baby. I'm so sorry. I'll fix that." He loosened the clasps enough that I could easily maneuver my ankles and wrist out to escape. "No more waiting. Let's do this thing" " Dylan." I kicked upward and hit him in his sensitive spot. He fell to the floor. I got out of the clasps and ran. I made it out the dungeon. I ran up a long tunnel and through a door into a night sky. I was about half way down the road when I was attacked. "You wanted to run. What happens now is the consequence. " I felt a sharp pain in my neck. It felt like forever but soon I passed out. That's the last thing I remember before I died.
