Celina's Lover

23- Countless days

(TW: mentioning abuse and violence. Can be disturbing for some readers.)

You're self conscious. A place where you can go if you don't want to be in this world for a moment. It's your mind's way to protect you from trauma and pain. A place you can be at, so you don't have to know what is happening around you. Do I even have that? Do I even have self consciousness? I'm laying in a bathtub, freezing to death, as he sometimes comes in to torture me even further. This is the moment your brain is supposed to protect itself, right? I don't want to be here right now and disappearing into my imagination would be the closest thing to an exit. Why am I not drifting away? Why isn't my mind protecting me? I only know two possibilities, one, my mind is broken, or two, I deserve this.

The last words keep running through her brain. How much does she owe the world and why? What did she do wrong? Is it because of her parents? Was it her fault they died? Her head is spinning when she feels the first sunbeams start hitting her face. The sun was coming up. That would make it a Thursday. She began to open her eyes. She was still in that old smelly bathroom. Her hands were free, but her ankles were still tied up from yesterday. She felt the rope burning on her skin every time she moved. Her body felt cold in the old bathtub. She had been sitting there for days, so she knew every inch of that bathroom. The floor had 68 blue tiles of about 4 by 4 inches. The walls were covered too, with 510 white tiles to be exact. They were about 12 by 12 inches and some of them were broken. Six. Six were broken. She had counted them countless times. It was one of the only ways to distract herself. Creating mathematical equations and counting her heart beats were also things she did to keep herself from going insane. And to make sure she was still alive.

She heard heavy footsteps over the hall, his footsteps. 'Oh Sara, my beauty. I made you some food. You know, so you don't starve right before your death.' He gazed over the edge of the bathtub. His chocolate braun eyes started into her blue ones. His small pink lips were curled into a playful grin that looked rather terrifying. He was actually a very good looking and decent man until you got on his wrong side and apparently that didn't take much. Sara was tired. He had continued her punishment 'til late last night. He put his hands inside the tub and dragged her out. She was too tired to fight back. The man was big and strong enough to drag her over the hall to his bedroom. The first time he did this, it hurted like hell, but the exhaustion gave her a numbing feeling.

His name, Kai Thomson. Sara knew him a little. December 27th 2020. That was the day of their first meeting, a date. He seemed nice until he began to ask her to his home. She refused, but in the end it wasn't a question. He offered to bring her home, but instead drove to his house. When she noticed, she started to panic, but he just ignored her. Cars were driving past them. They had no idea. They had no idea what was going on. Sara's mind was spinning out. What was he going to do with her? Did he think about this? Probably not, cause then he would have drugged her, right? She wanted to leave, but couldn't. At home, he started tying her up and explained the rules.

'I have rules here and you have to follow them if you want to have a chance of making it out of here in piece.' He started, Sara terrified by the surprise. 'One, you don't speak unless asked a question by me. Not even a sound is allowed. Two, you obey. I did years of boxing lessons and I have one of these.' He pulled out a pistol from behind his belt. It was small, but terrifying to see from up close for the first time. That date happened days ago. She couldn't remember how long exactly, but at least longer than a week, maybe two. She thought about it as she felt the floor moving beneath her.

The first day, he tied her up onto his bed and shouted at her. If she cried, he would hit her, until he was tired. Then he untied her and dumped her in the bathroom. The cold floor was horrible to sleep on in the late autumn. She tried to warm herself up by taking a bath, but the warm water was turned off. The whole night she softly cried, not closing her eyes for even a second. She was scared, scared of what he would do to her. And so the days continued.

The second day, she had to starve as he watched her cry even more. Her stomach was aching. She had to sit on the floor of the bathroom as he told her about his biggest fantasies. Things he had always wanted to do to a girl, but it had always failed. He told her about the things he could do to her. He kept talking for hours while Sara curled herself up in a ball as a scared, baby monkey in a zoo.

The next day he acted like everything was normal. 'Today you get a break.' He said to her, only she didn't trust it. And for the right reasons. He ordered her to drink so much water. Everytime that her glass was empty, he would fill in again. That was the first time he untied her completely in all the time she had been with him. Finally free from all the ropes. 'Come with me. We're going to watch a movie.' He smiled, this time not as creepy as the days before. She sat down on the ground and he sat on the couch behind her. She was still wearing her skinny jeans and red blouse from the dinner. After a while, she felt the water she had drank pushing on her blatter. She looked at him, hoping he would allow her to speak. Instead, he just ignored her. That was the moment she realised what he was trying to do. He was doing this on purpose. She tried to ignore the feeling 'til she was allowed to go, but that moment never came. She couldn't stop it. She fought as hard as she could, but it was a losing battle. She felt the pressure slowly releasing. She peed herself. He actually made her pee herself. Once it started, she couldn't stop. She peed, a lot. She knew he had seen it, but he kept quiet, keeping her in that awkward and humiliating position. 'Oh, oh did someone had to go potty?' He asked playfully, making her feel even worse. 'Can't this big girl notice when she needs to go?' He continued. Sara just looked down, not saying a word, knowing it would only lead to more punishments if she did.

That was the first time he tied her up in the bathtub. He undressed her and showered her with extremely hot water. It felt like he was burning off her flesh. He kept talking to her in an annoying baby voice. Her skin was red and was covered in first and second degree burns. Her throat was sore from all the screamong. Then he turned the water to cold and let it fall onto her face. She would feel his dirty fingers on her body. He would run them down her breasts all the way to her thighs and she couldn't do anything about it.. That continued for 30 minutes that felt like hours.

On the fourth day, she got a "break". She had to clean his house in only her underwear. It made her feel so humiliated and ashamed. Would there ever come an end to this? Why did he do this? He was probably never going to stop, unless she was dead. He couldn't risk getting caught. Sara crawled around on hands and knees with a towel, while he kept hitting her on her behind. He made snarky comments about her body and about her tears. When she was done, he made her sit with him on the couch. The couch wasn't big and their thighs touched, witch made Sara feel like throwing up. They watched another movie while his hand kept rubbing her leg. That evening her sleeping situation got a little warmer, but it wasn't better. She had rope around her ankles that was connected to the bed, so she couldn't escape. The whole night she was stuck between his arms, hoping that the morning would come soon. She eventually fell asleep too, but she knew she wasn't safe.

The fifth day, he went out and got some "supplies". 'I got some presents for you.' He said. Although she already knew it wasn't going to be fun for her, she still got up. In the living room she saw them. He had bought some kind of lingerie. A black kind of bikini set, only way sexier. He had also bought some underwear and oversized blouses that looked like they were from the man section. He had also bought a mouthpiece, a gage. The last thing was the worst of all. In the middle of the living room stood a cage, a dog cage. 'Well I can't keep you in the bathroom forever, I need to shower too.' He wasn't wrong. He stunk. He hadn't showered since she got there. He immediately put her in the cage. She finally got regular meals, but that had a price that she couldn't avoid. Since that day, the torture became dayly. He treated her like a dog and she felt disgusting.

Three December was the first day she almost drowned. The soaking towel covering her mouth and nose. The air can't go through the wet towel, witch causes you to drown. It's weird how it works, because if you think about drowning, you think of at least a feet of water, not a wet towel that you use to wash your face with. Everytime she thought she would die, she woke up again, breathing heavily as he sang a melody. She had no idea what the song was called or if it even existed, but it seemed to be stuck in his head for days now. He did that for hours until she had no idea what time it was anymore. Being drowned became a daily occurrence.

Since that day, every day had been about the same, so she lost track of time. Was it the tenth or the fourteenth of december? She couldn't remember. What she could remember was every second he spent torturing her. His smirk and his comments, the shower, the water. She remembered every second of that. Will this ever stop?

Next part: November 24th 2024