Abduction [EDITING]

Chapter 16 Part~2

Part Two; Giving up

It was the same routine every time. You see, i've gotten used to it. Each time he did it, he was harsher with my body and soon the pain had vanished; it'd happen again twice, thrice, countless times. How many times would i cry? Mourn for my stolen innocence? Cry at the ache in my body.

We were still moving through the forest and i still had no idea where we were heading. We'd set up camp at night and there he'd rape me, sometimes two times, three times in a day. It didn't matter anymore. My body was filthy now. Something that had been used too many times. When he was busy exploring my body he'd want me to say i love you, after every minute. I'd resisted it at first but he'd cut me each time i'd denied.

So i gave up on it.

Like i'd given up on almost everything else in my life.

And i'd say it after every three seconds, staring at the empty corner of the tent when he was on top of me.

"I love you,"

And after 3 more seconds,

"I love you,"

And 3 more.

"I love you." until the words completely lost it's meaning to me.

I didn't remember the day i'd given up on everything. I didn't remember the day i'd lost hope. Yesterday i was so eager to escape and avenge. Avenge the death of my sister, my mother. Darick.

But today, i wanted to sleep and never wake up. Today i just wanted a stop to the endless i love you's, to the endless torture.

That day, as he finished, he laid right next to me while i stared off into space. "I love you," i said again, unaware he was done. He turned my face round so i could look at his face. Oh. It was over.

"I love you too," and kissed me once more. I barely noticed the contact. No. I barely cared anymore. Then why was i crying?

"Shh," he kissed my forehead and brought me closer to him. I cried helplessly in his chest. I cried for my lost innocence, i cried for mom, dad, my sister who was cut into pieces and disposed off, but most of all, i cried for the only person i'd ever loved. I hated this word now. Hated it more than anything else.

"I remember when i last cried," he whispered.

"It was when Emma told me she liked someone else." I could sense the bitterness in his voice as he said it.

"She really loved him. It was a man she'd set out to kill. She was very excited about killing him that day. She went right in his room with her favorite knife, smiling ear to ear. Her hands shook with excitement, her heart was beating even faster. I wasn't there but i could imagine it the way she narrated her experiences to me. She always felt more excited and less regretful about her killings than i did," He untangled my hair with his fingers, combing them with it lovingly. I'd stopped crying and paying attention to everything. I was just focusing on his words.

"The guy was still asleep when she'd tied his hands and feet to the bed. To think how she pulled that off is always confusing. She was incredible. Well anyway, as she sharpened her knives, he woke up mid-way. She strained her ears to listen closely to his screams, she loved to hear her victims plea as she chopped them off. But he smiled. He fucking smiled and she stood emotionless, rooted to her spot and she kept staring at his smile and how his muscles relaxed over time, as if she wasn't just here to chop him into pieces. Then he said, "Nice knife you got there" and her knees went weak, her heart beat faster, she couldn't take it anymore so she took off her clothes and fucked him with everything she had in her. She did it again and then again. With more feelings she's ever felt while she'd been doing it with me. She told me all about it. Each and every detail. I listened to it calmly." He stopped and took a deep breath before continuing.