Psycho Killer

My Body

I sit in the bed for ages and he comes in.
"I need to pee."
I tell him
"Hold it!"
He yells
"I have been , please I can't hold it for much longer"
I cross my legs and look at him with desperation in my eyes.
"Fine get the fuck up"
"I can't"
I rattle the handcuffs.
"Don't you ever talk back to me"
He tells me as he stands me up.
I nod as he stands close to me.
He removes my jeans for me as I struggle not to cry.
I break down and I use the toilet as he watches.
I wipe and flush the toilet.
I stare at myself on the mirror.
He removes my top and bra
"Bad girls don't get clothes"
"It's my body and I want to cover it!!!"
I sob.
He taunts me as he walks me back to the room.
He leaves me naked and crying.
He comes back and he yanks me onto the bed.
He rapes me as I struggle.
I scream the whole time
"STOP! PLEASE STOP DYLAN!!!"
"WHO THE FUCK IS DYLAN?!"
He shouts as he gets off.
"My- my ex husband who abused and raped me!"
"Ah aha you've opened up a little but I'm expecting more"
"I know"
I sob.
He holds me for a while until he gets back to raping me.
I sob as he cums inside of me.
I realise that he didn't use a condom.
"Why didn't you use one?!"
I sob as I panic.
"You're more fertile after you give birth"
He smiles.
"You planned it!"
"Of course I did"
He winks at me before he locks the door.
I pace back and forth.
I put my hands to my head
"He's just came inside of me! He won't get me birth control"
I sob.
I think about Sloane, Grayson and Lux.
I miss them so much.
I carve my initials into my arm with a piece of plastic.
Just in case I end up in the morgue and they can't identify my body.
I get into the bed and I pull on the duvet
I divert my eyes to the window and zone out.