Stolen

Part 2: Broken

She couldn't speak, or scream, or make a single sound for lack of breath. Everly forcefully grabbed her wrist and pulled her with him around and up the stairs again. Marilynn felt like she might faint; but her legs didn't seem to be aware of this and nevertheless scrambled after him, trying to keep up. The screen door slammed shut after them and even the ignorantly loud music didn't stop people from noticing her being dragged across the entrance.

She lost sight of the party when Everly dropped her onto the frigid bathroom tiles. Marilynn couldn't meet his eyes; she was too scared to see his face, so she turned hers away, clutching her skirt and breathing heavily. The vibrator buried in her vagina tormented her still, but what was worse was when Everly shoved her roughly against the wall and gripped her neck with one hand.

His fingers, which Marilynn weakly tried to peel off her throat, dug into her like claws. "How dare you ever  try to leave me!" Everly hissed, and she could feel his breath on her face. Alcohol. He was drunk.

She looked dazedly, not at him, but at his upraised fist and the blood on his knuckles. Would he really just as soon beat her up as the guy who tried to make out with her?

But then the pleasure flooded all her other senses, overwhelming her, and she came, almost violently, on the floor.

It was humiliating, the shameful noise that came out of her just then. It was closer to a whimper than a moan, a noise of pain rather than release. Though the vibrator became still, her stomach felt tight regardless, like it was convulsing with a runny feeling to it. Wait, she knew what that meant...

But then a fist rocked her jaw and her head snapped to the side, stripping her of breath as she uttered a silent cry that came out as a quick exhale, with little time to recover.

Everly punched her again, hitting her nose this time, and mere seconds after the shock of pain, blood welled up and ran down into her mouth and over her chin.

By the time the next blow came, Marilynn felt the grit of mascara streaming down her face as well. She was in ruins now and lost hold on the heavy sobs rising from her chest.

"Shut up. Shut. Up! " he whispered harshly, slamming his unclenched fist over her mouth and sending a glance towards the door. She stared into his stony eyes, frantically clawing at his hands, which sealed shut her only source of respiration besides her bleeding nose. I can't breathe!  He finally released her mouth and neck.

She slumped back down against the wall, hearing the click of handcuffs and, next, cold metal on her left wrist. Marilynn looked over and saw the other end of the chain attached to the toilet's pipes. She found no will in her to struggle, silently watching Everly as he stood up, wiping the bloody back of his hand on his pants unsuccessfully. He stepped out and locked the bathroom door from the outside, and that was when she felt the growing puddle under her.

More blood.

However much Marilynn should've been used to it, the sight of scarlet managed to instill panic in her even now. No, NO! Not now, not here, not to me!  She looked around wildly for something, anything, to clean it up with, to cover up the blood.

There. Toilet paper.

Red droplets splattered onto the floor from her face as she tried to reach over the toilet for the roll of it sitting on the bathroom counter, just out of her reach. She twisted around to grab it, and managed to do so, somehow, even with one arm handcuffed to the toilet. When she brought it back towards her, though, an unordinarily large bottle of perfume, already placed precariously on the counter's edge, was knocked to the floor by her arm. When it hit the ground, hard, the glass shattered, spilling clear, strong-smelling stuff everywhere.

Marilynn stopped, her hand holding the toilet paper in midair, and just stared at the glistening shards. She shakily set down the roll, looking in shock at the destruction around her, the glass, the blood, and her own mess of hair, plastered to her face by now-dried tears. When she blinked, rapidly, she found that there was more behind her eyes, lying in wait for a moment like this. Breathing heavily, she pulled her legs closer to herself. She would've sniffled, but it would reopen whatever the clotting in her nose had finally stopped.

She leaned her head back against the wall. Her heart felt like a weight, aching from deep within herself from the burden of unspoken words.

Marilynn picked up the biggest piece of glass, one almost the size of her hand. Every single edge of it was sharp and gleamed almost enticingly in the bathroom light. She felt like there was already one of these shards buried in her heavy heart, one that would lodge itself deeper with every wave of tears or choking sob.

She wiped her nose, saw the red freshly smeared on her hand, and without doing much of thinking and more of feeling pain, Marilynn plunged the glass shard deep into her abdomen.