Behind Closed Doors

Untitled Part 17

TRIGGER WARNING !!!!!

RAPE SCENE BELOW

My eyes flickered. The room was still hazy, but I could make it out a little better. Cracks riddled the walls, mouse droppings littered the floor. It was disgusting, it didn't look fit for anyone to be in, let alone sleep in. There was no window, but there was one dingy little light hanging from string in the center of the room.

I felt like I weighed a million pounds. I could barely move. What little I did manage to move hurt like I were on fire. Everything ached. "uuuuugh God." I moaned. Someone opened the door, and my heart dropped. "There's no God here, slut." He crooned.

I felt an icy block on my chest, and tried to move away, into a corner somewhere, but I couldn't move very fast. He grabbed my ankles and pulled something out of his back pocket. String. He began tying my ankles to the metal railing along the bottom of th bed frame, and it hurt so badly. The thin string dug into my skin and felt like razors. I tried to kick him away, but he only laughed. "Fiery little bitch, aint cha?" he said. I knew this was going to be bad, but there was nothing I could do about it.

I reached down with my fingers to untie the knot, but he grabbed my wrists and started to tie them too. I couldn't get away, I wouldn't be able to move. God, this was gonna be bad. I bit my lip, I could already feel tears welling up in my eyes. "Please, don't." I begged. I knew he could hear the sincerity in my voice as it cracked. All I could hope for was for his humanity.

"You're funny, you think I'm going to have pity, or mercy on you. You don't deserve mercy, I don't see any pity for you. You are a worthless slut, you will always be a little whore. Just accept this as your life, accept what's here for you, because you're never leaving. You're never going home." He sneered. It was like a blow to the chest. It took my breath away and left me speechless. Was this really all that was left? Did I really have no hope of escaping, or going home? What had i done to deserve this? All i wanted was to go to prom and be a normal teenager, i hadnt felt like that was asking too much.

What was going to become of my family? I'm sure they were worried about me. Would they be like those couples on TV, begging for their child, crying every day and sitting by the phone praying for a phone call? How could I put them through that? Maybe I am worthless.

He began to unbuckle his belt while all this was running through my mind. I didn't notice when his pants thudded against the floor. His boxers followed and I finally began paying attention again. My eyes widened and I knew I was going to be hurting very badly tonight. I started to squirm. Maybe if he understood how scared I was, he'd stop. Maybe, he'd leave me alone. I was so worried, so scared. I couldn't imagine going through this. Up until this point id only had to deal with the one guy...touching me...why did I have to deal with another now?

It was because of what I'd said to the other man. I was sure of it. If I hadn't told him "fuck him," then I wouldn't be in this position. That was so fucked up. I couldn't fathom how someone would use this as a punishment. But wasn't that what this whole place was to begin with? All us "pretty" girls dressed too nicely, drew too much attention to ourselves. We "asked" for this, didn't we? We brought it on ourselves. We shouldn't have dressed like we did, wore makeup, flaunted our looks. Maybe if we were uglier and didn't try so hard to fit into this society where everyone had to be perfect, then we wouldn't be here, none of us.

That went through my mind, blaming myself for my predicament, all while he began climbing overtop me. I should just accept it, let it be. I thought to myself. It would make the situation easier. Maybe he wouldn't be as rough on me either. Just get it over with...maybe I deserved it anyways. Maybe, I was a slut.

Whoa, I was really thinking that. No, I am not any of those things. I squinted my eyes and looked down at the filthy pig climbing on top of me. He may win the fight, but I was going to win the war. No way was I going to give in so easily to this. They didn't deserve it, I don't deserve it. Fuck all of them. They don't deserve me.

"Fuck you!" I screamed. I spit on the ugly guy and he roared with anger. He slapped me across the face. It jolted the bed and pulled the restraints on my ankle and I screamed in pain. It ached and hurt with a pain id never known before, but it didn't matter. I wasn't going to give in today like I had before. I wasn't some type of meat you can sell on the market, and I wasn't going to go easily anymore. I didn't care what it cost me, I was done playing nice.

He grabbed my throat and cut off my air. I gasped for breath and kicked in vain against him, fighting to get him away from me, off me, anything. He just tightened his grip and pulled himself very close to me.

"You know, I'm going to really enjoy this. You have no idea what you're in for." He sneered in my face. I did my best to spit in his again, and although I could see how pissed off he got, he only laughed at me. "Just you wait. Maybe you'll even enjoy it, but hopefully not."

I knew I was in for a hurting, but it couldn't be helped. I was going to be hurt either way, why bother allowing it anymore? There was no point. I was letting myself be treated this way if I didn't at least try to fight. I couldn't do it anymore. So, while he lifted the bottom of the useless T-shirt I was still wearing up and onto my wrists above my head to leave me completely helpless, since my panties had long been torn and discarded, I gritted my teeth. And while he stroked himself overtop me, if only to make the experience more painful, I swallowed my tears and braced myself. I couldn't help the scream I emitted when he slammed into me, the pain was amazing, but not quite. Between this and my ankle, the pain was so overwhelming i could barely breathe. It felt like my insides were on fire, and I knew I was going to be bleeding again after this.

He mumbled and moaned above me, it repulsed me, but what could I do? Fight. That's all I could do, was to not give in, and not become a lifeless robot like they wanted. Maybe it would be worse for me, but I didn't care. It wasn't worth it anymore. So, I struggle and I wriggle and I pull against him.

He probably enjoyed it more than anything, but at that point, it didn't matter anymore. I was making an effort to take control over my life again. It was MY life, not theirs. This was MY decision, and they took it from me. I was not going to sit by anymore and just let them. I couldn't. I wouldn't.

It didn't take him long, and for that, I was grateful. I lay stretched out, still bound by the ankles and wrists, naked and fully exposed. I bit my lip, refusing to let it shake or show that I was fighting tears again. My ankle was killing me, practically everything from the waist down hurt in some way, but I was strong. I could fight, I wouldn't give in.

"You were fun. I like the rowdy ones." He said to me, winking as he closed the door behind him. I started to fidget. He left me tied like this. Surely they wouldn't leave me like this. They have to come untie me at some point. I thought my limbs were going to fall off.