Lot 13

Chapter 3

As I lay on the mattress, I couldn't help but think about my life. How could I possibly still be this sane with the things that have happened to me these past couple months? I was kidnapped and beaten. I wanted to escape but I didn't. Part of me craved skin and touch and warmth, but the other part craved freedom. How could I be so conflicted? I thought about skin constantly, and how skin felt on my skin. Saying that sounds really creepy but I did. The touch of Boss's rough hands on my smooth thighs. His scratchy neck against my stomach. All these feelings felt so good, but they were dangerous because Boss was always going to leave. That made me want him so much more. This is what he wants. He wants me to crave him, he wants me to beg for him. Well, it is working.

There was this constant battle inside myself. Lewis, Boss, escape, stay. Was I happy? Was I miserable? The loud turning of the knob disrupted my thoughts. Boss. He didn't say a word. He stood and stared. Stared at me, looked from top to bottom. "MAKAR" the only word he said filled the room with horror. The combat boots stomped into the room followed by the timid steps of Linus. "Yes Boss." Makar looked at me with an evil smirk on his face. "You can have your way with her." Boss pushed Linus out of the door and slammed it. 

I began to breathe rapidly as he stepped closer. Unbuckling his belt he drew nearer. I was terrified, I knew what he was going to do to me. I knew there was nothing I could do. "Bitch, you're gonna get it." and with those words I began to cry. "Please. Please don't" I managed to get out between sobs. He was really close to me now. He grabbed me and flipped me over so I lying on my stomach. He pulled down my pants and began to thrust in and out of me. Each thrust a more painful than the last. Flipping me over again, he pinned my arms back and I began to wiggle around. Moving as much as I possibly could. Trying to escape his grasp. I began to scream and cry. "NO! STOP! Help, someone. SOMEONE! PLEASE!" Makar slapped me and began to thrust harder and faster. The pain was so unwanted. 

I didn't want this. "HELP! Stop. Please, please stop." He didn't stop. He didn't listen. I was the only one I could hear. He finished and zipped  up his pants. "That's what you get." He spit at the edge of my bed. 

I couldn't move. I just laid there staring at the ceiling. I was out of breath, tears were running down my face. I needed someone to comfort me, I needed someone to tell me everything is going to be okay. I cried myself to sleep that night. I didn't have a night in shining armor to save me from the monster. All I had was myself in this cruel world. 

Lewis's face had never looked as perfect as it did that day. He was pure, and I could tell that he genuinely loved me. I collapsed into his arms. "Please just hold me." I whispered into his ear. He reasponded by picking me up and placing me ever so gently onto the mattress. He climbed in behind me and we laid there until it all went dark. The best feeling was waking up with him holding me. At that moment the rest of the world didn't matter, it was just us. "Lewis?" I whispered into the ear of the sleeping Lewis laying beside me. He didn't move, "I love you." All my problems melted away when I was in his arms. What Makar did to me didn't matter, what Boss let him do didn't matter. Lewis became my sunshine in the dark world that I was trapped in. "I love you, Delilah, more than I have ever loved anything." I got goosebumps when he said my name. I found myself getting lost in his beautiful eyes. I fell asleep yet again, but this time it wasn't darkness. It was flashbacks of the terrible events that occurred on this mattress. Lewis didn't know why I woke up in a cold-sweat with tears bursting out of my eyes. 

He didn't ask, he knew I didn't want to talk. I just wanted him to hold me and be with me. 

Days, even weeks past and still I woke up to the same nightmare. The same terrifying situation replying through my head. I just wanted it to stop. I just wanted all the memories to disappear and pretend like nothing happened. I had no idea that I was never going to be able to get over that experience. Every time I look into her eyes, I see his staring into mine.