Blood Tears

Chapter 8

Black water filled my throat. It burned my lungs and stung my eyes. Darkness was all I saw. My arms and legs flayed miserably as I sunk further. I tried to scream but it was swallowed by the void. Just as I was accepting fate, a hand reached through the abyss and wrapped around my neck. It yanked me to the surface with a vice grip. Before I could even think, I was plunged back into the abyss. This happen over and over, with mud ridden water filling my lungs with each plunge. My vision began to go black but that could never be my solace. I was thrown hard onto the ground in a coughing mess. My head hit a rock making me wince in pain. Hot liquid ran down the side of my face but that was the least of my worries. He was standing over me. Watching. Looking down at his prey. That haunting smile carved on his face revealing his rotten teeth. I knew I should not but I did anyways. I broke a rule.

Try to run then prepare for your ankles to be broken

I was stupid to believe them. That they would help. That they would save me. No one would. No one cares. My eyes glistened with unshed tears until the dams overflowed upon seeing it. A hammer. I immediately knew what was about to happen. I tried my best to crawl away but my best was not enough. Searing agony coursed through my leg on impact. He began to mercilessly strike my ankle. Each time being met with a crack. Blood covered the tool but he paid no heed. He was laughing. A manic and blood curdling laugh. Tears streamed down my face as I yelled in terror. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he stopped. Huffing and heaving at the workout he just had. I laid there in too much pain to move. I looked at him with pleading eyes as he undid his pants. I pleaded to the sky but it was met with silence. I pleaded with him but it was met with mockery. Lust filled his eyes as he took in my body. I was bare to him and cold to the touch. Between the night air and water that soaked my skin, I was a shivering bundle. 

He stroked himself slowly. His eyes roamed over every inch of me. His lust growing with each passing second. He lowered to his knees and placed himself in between my legs. I made no effort to move. I couldn't. I had no energy left in me. I just laid there like a doll. Words were spoken with each thrust but they were muffled as my head spun. Blood trickled from my ass accompanying the pain but he paid no mind. Before I blacked out I saw that image. The one I would never forget. 

The image of him bringing his cum covered cock to my face with those lust filled eyes and eerie smile.

I jolted wake a heaving mess. I could not breathe. I have no idea what to do. I tried to get air into my lungs but each breathe felt like knives stabbing my lungs. My chest felt like I was being crushed, as tears streamed down my face. The memory played in my head over and over like a record. Black dots filled vision until they finally overtook it.

I woke up again to the feeling of numbness. Both my mind and my body felt numb. I laid there drenched with sweat. My hair sticking to my forehead but I made no attempt to move. A while after, I turned my head to the side and saw that it read 4:30 on the clock. Knowing I would not be able to fall back asleep, I got up and headed to the bathroom. I needed to feel something. My body moved on autopilot. I locked the bathroom door behind me and stripped of my pajamas. Once I stepped into the shower I turned it to the hottest setting. The boiling water scorched my skin and exposed wounds but that still was not enough. I am still numb. I need something more. I took the razor I brought from home and started. 

One for being weak

Two for being useless

Three for being a burden

Four for being stupid

Five for breaking a rule.

Six for being dirty.

I continued until my brain started to finally register my pain. I watched as blood mixed with tears drained out. I washed my body and hair afterwards and hid the razor in my shampoo. I stepped out the shower red with fresh burns but they will subside in no time. I began to clean and bandage my wounds and oh my god do they hurt now. I need to take my pain killers. My wounds looked worse than before and none showed any sign of healing. I stared at my wrists that were marked with fresh and old cuts. They were so badly torn that I could not even see what was once normal skin. I bandaged them quickly not wanting to look further. I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked into adjourning closet. Then I remembered that I never unpacked. I walked back to my room and decided to wear the only other outfit I had which was was underwear and a beige sweater with a slightly lighter beige, loose pants. I paired it with my only pair of brown loafers and some fake gold jewelry. The rings and necklace were originally for women but I found myself liking them better than the ones for men so I bought them. They were minimalistic and aesthetic. Once I combed through my hair, I took my phone and sat by my desk. I decided to pass the time watching the show Busted.

Knock ... Knock

I looked at the clock and saw that it was now 8:00am. Before I could get up to reach the door Sebastian entered. I immediately dropped my head to the floor. "Breakfast is ready young master." Sebastian informed me in his usual tone. I nodded my head in understanding. Lets just hope that it is better then yesterday. Thou, I am not expecting much.

How do you think breakfast will go? And who is he ?

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