Dying is Not an Option

Chapter 2, Dying Is Not An Option, The New Man***

Dying is not an option, Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I woke up to the sound of a drill outside of the door and I ran to the door trying to open it but it was still locked. While I was in the hospital the door handle had been changed to one with a deadbolt (and it locking on the other side installed), telling me that they had this planned. I wonder what they are planning to do to me.

After a little while the sounds were done and I could hear the faint sound of loud voices but I couldn't tell who they were or what they were saying. I fell asleep after a long time and could tell it was day because of the window, but no one came.

I really had to go to the bathroom, so badly it was hurting, but no one came as I called again and again. I knew I had to do something, so I started searching around and found a small bucket in the far corner of the room buried in a pile of trash and used it as a toilet. My stomach started cramping after a while and I realized that I hadn't eaten since I left the hospital and it had been at least a day but I wasn't sure how long it really was.

A few minutes the door flung open and a man I'd never seen before was leering at me, and he said, "Get your lazy ass out here and cook us breakfast and it had better be good." When I didn't move fast enough for him he reached over and grabbed my arm squeezing it really hard. I cried out in pain and he just laughed with a strange look in his eyes and I knew that he was a person who liked hurting people.

He dragged me into the kitchen, threw me against the counter and told me get my ass off the floor where I had landed and start cooking. I could tell that he wanted me to argue with him but I already knew he liked inflicting pain so I tried to get up and took a step falling again on the floor, he reached for me and I heard Tamera behind him saying, "Just get her the damn crutches, she can't move around without them."

"Now, Cook", she ordered, turning around to leave when she suddenly whirled around saying "Don't you dare try to sneak any food because Rafe is going to watch your every move."

Grabbing her around the waist he kissed her while watching me over her head. I made a face and turned toward the stove when I felt a heavy blow to my head.

Don't you dare make faces at us he yelled "You're nothing but a pathetic excuse for a human." Holding my head, I watched as Tamera laughed and rubbed herself against him.

. "Watch her, she said, I'll be taking a shower."

He leered saying, "I could help you with that", but she just caressed his chest and said "later, Lover."

I got food from the refrigerator and made Tamera's normal breakfast, of fruit and bagel with strong black coffee and her favorite gourmet French vanilla creamer. Looking at Rafe, I decided to make a simple breakfast with bacon, eggs and grits. Why grits, well this is the South, we eat grits with everything. My favorite is plain with butter and pepper, my Dad loved his grits made with Red-Eye Gravy, (I felt my eyes starting to tear up and quickly thought of something else). When everything was made, I placed the food on the plates and Rafe pushed himself away from the wall where he had been staring at me and said "We will eat in the dining room."

I reached for my crutches when he said "Stupid girl you can't carry those with those crutches, leave them." I painfully made my way to the dining room clutching the plates. I placed the plates on the table and turned carefully to return for the coffee when I tripped out Rafe's outstretched leg.

Laughing, he said, "That must have hurt but it would have hurt even more if you had been carrying coffee". I cringed away from him and took a step when he grabbed my arm in the same place bruising it more. "I didn't give you permission to leave", he said.

I yelled "What the blazes is your problem, I was just doing what you told me to do!" (Where did that come from I thought), but I was suddenly flung across the room, sliding into the wall. He smiled evilly, grabbing hold of my arm, and then he pulled me close and sniffed my hair.

Then he flung me against the opposite wall and yelled "you stink, you filthy whore," suddenly he was in front of me, he picked me up by the neck and slammed me against the wall and yelled in my face "Why are you so filthy bitch, huh?" Choking and cowering at his hand I tried to answer but he just laughed.

Tamera laughed and said "Rafe, she can't answer you if you've killed her, besides we need her alive but... " he let go of me and I slid to the floor coughing and gagging when a horrific pain tore thru my body as he kicked me in the head and stomach while Tamera giggled.

Rafe turned and looked at me with a big grin and told her that if they were going to continue to eat food that I made that I would need to be clean so my dirt wouldn't hurt them.

After they were done eating, they told me to clean up and watched me, yelling at me, if I fumbled or caused the dishes to ding against themselves. When I picked up the crystal glass I was shocked to realize Rafe was directly behind me, I hadn't heard him move. As he reached toward me, I cringed. And Tamera asked him, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing", he replied, but I saw his eyes, and I was scared of the gleam in his suddenly dark eyes, weren't they grey not black?

He smirked at me, and walked to Tamera's side, and pulled her into his arms, roughly running his hands over her breasts all the while staring at me. Tamera, stiffened and with a shrill voice, ordered me to my room.

As I was almost to the door, she said "Rafe, didn't she make you mad, when serving lunch. And you did say you were going to punish her!"

I cringed trying to hurry into my new room, when he grabbed my hair and jerked me back towards him.

While Tamera still had her back to me, he grabbed my breasts, really hard, and just as quickly, he let go as she started turning around: but his eyes promised me that he would continue later. Tamera huffed and then moving swiftly towards me, she slapped me twice, in the face, and kicked me in the leg, she shoved me to my room and locked the door.

When I sat down on the mattress, my only piece of furniture, I accidentally brushed my arm, against my breasts, and pulling up my blouse, I saw dark black bruises already forming.