Helpless

Forcefully

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT

How long had I been in here? It felt like months, but I knew it had only been a couple of days. For the most part, I was left alone. The only times I would see the other men would be when they brought food and water. I knew better than to go against their wishes. I ate everything they had given me.

I was awakened by voices. At first, they seemed to be coming from somewhere far away but as I fully woke up, I decided to walk closer to where the door was. The voices were not that far away.

"Is she eating?" I heard a voice asked.

"She is now," I heard another voice respond. "We had to force feed her the first day. She's been behaving ever since."

"Good," the other voice responded. "Make sure she continues to eat. But whatever you do, don't hurt her. If she misbehaves, slap her around a little bit. She'll behave."

Who the hell was that? And why did that voice sound familiar? I wasn't sure if it was because I was so weak, but I couldn't put a face to that voice. But I knew that I had heard it before. Somewhere. But where?

After a while, everything went silent again and I crawled back into the mattress. If I had to sleep all the time, to not think about my situation, I would. I didn't want to think I had been taken away from my family and Johnny. I wanted to drown everything out. Everything had to be okay. Eventually. Someone would come and save me.
Everything is going to be okay. They're gonna find you and then this will all be a nightmare. This too shall pass.

I must have dozed off again because I was awakened by footsteps and then the rattling of keys. I slowly sat up and tried to adjust my sight to a figure walking towards me. He wasn't carrying food or water. He wasn't wearing a mask nor carrying a gun. I squinted my eyes and tried to focus on the man standing in front of me now. I then felt my blood ran cold. I sat there holding my breath as I recognized the man standing before me. It was Alex.

"Alex?" I asked.

He looked at me and said nothing. Was he responsible for what was happening to me? Had he ordered me to be taken away? Or was he here because he had found me and was about to rescue me?

"How did you find me?" I asked.

He continued to look down at me. He then crouched right in front of me and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.
"My little Jen," he whispered.

I froze. I had a sick feeling that he wasn't there to rescue me. He made no attempt to get me out of there. Instead, he reached out to touch my face and began to caress my cheek.

"My poor Jen," he continued. "If only you had chosen me."

Tears were beginning to fall down my face. It was him. He was the one behind all of this.

"You would have been the happiest woman on earth," he said whispering in my ear. "Had you chosen me instead of that...pirate. That old son of a bitch."

I felt my body began to shake. I had no way out.

"I've wanted you for years," he then kissed my cheek. I was disgusted. I wanted to throw up. I hated his touch. I hated him. "But like I told your boyfriend, I can have you whenever I want. And right now," he whispered, inching closer to my lips. "I want you badly."

His lips crashed into mine as I tried to fight him off me. I tried pushing him back with everything I had. When he pulled away, he slapped me hard. So hard, I fell backwards into the mattress.

"You will do and behave as I say," he yelled.

I covered my cheek and began to cry quietly. I felt the tears streaming down my face. I had never been hit that way before.

He then grabbed me by my arms, "you don't have a say in what happens in here. And if you don't fucking understand that I will show you some respect. Is that understood?"

I just stared at him in complete terror. I couldn't believe that I one considered this man my friend. And worse, a family friend. I always knew he had liked me and had tried to win me over, but I never could have imagined that beneath all of that, a monster was lurking. It was almost as if he had a secret persona that he had hidden for years.

"Answer me," he yelled.

I immediately nodded my head. I didn't want to get hit again.

"Good girl," he gave me a sinister smile. "I'll be back later. Don't you worry baby," he said crouching down once again and forcing his lips on mine once more. "I'll make sure you won't forget our time together."

He then turned around and walked out of the room. I immediately tried to wipe the taste of him out of my mouth. He was a pig. And asshole. A coward. He knew that the only way he could have me was by him forcefully doing so.
Please God. Please let this be over soon. Please let me go back to my family. And to Johnny. Please.

I couldn't sleep for the remainder of that evening. I was on high alert of Alex; he had said he would come back. I didn't want him to, but I was terrified that he would. What did he want? Couldn't he see that he repulsed me? Couldn't he see that I hated him for what he was putting me through? It seemed like hours before I heard the door being opened again. I sat up and prayed that it wasn't Alex. That it was one of the other men that came to bring some food and water.

But my prayers were not answered. It was Alex.

"Baby," he called out. He smiled when he saw me and then walked towards me. He seemed drunk. When he stood in front of me, he was swaying a bit. And he reeked of alcohol.

"You look beautiful," he whispered trying to crouch down in front of me. He then grabbed my face and was about to kiss me again, but I pulled away just in time. He tried it again, but I kept pulling away.

"Don't you fucking pull away from me," he yelled as he slapped me again. And again. And again. He slapped me 3 times. I covered my head, shielding it away from him.

"Please stop," I cried.

He then grabbed me by hair and pulled me up towards him. "Look at me," he yelled. I looked at him and his eyes were almost black. They were replaced by something more sinister. I could see his eyes were filled with lust. "Please," I almost whispered.

He then began to kiss me. I could almost taste the alcohol in his lips. And almost gagged as he continued to kiss me. He then kissed me down my neck and into my breasts. He then pushed me back towards the mattress. No, this wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening.

I tried standing up when I felt the back of his hand connect with my cheek again. Knocking me out once more. I then felt him remove my pants and then my underwear. The room was now spinning. I tried to protest and to stand up, but the last blow had been too strong. I was completely powerless. So much so, that I hadn't notice him taken off my bra and shirt. It wasn't until I felt his hands all over my body that I knew what was about to happen.

"Please," I cried. "This isn't you. You're better than this." I continued to beg for him to stop. But he never did. He entered me forcefully as I screamed out in pain.

"Nooooo," I cried. "Please stop."

But he never did. He was rough. Too rough. I was being raped by the man I thought had been my friend for years. By the man my father had entrusted for years and gave him a career. I never thought this would be happening to me. I looked up at the ceiling and cried. Hoping that this nightmare would come to an end soon.