Craving Charlotte

Chapter 4

           

Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...

The need to sleep seems irrelevant now, the feeling itself is rather a very faded memory. I watch the big, old, grandfather clock tick. The layer of dust covers the surface like snow. I study the numbers... it's a beautiful clock. I wonder how it got here?

Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock....

I can feel Ethan watching me, he's taken my life, my body and everything that I ever lived for. He created his own personal monster almost even like Frankenstein. Every so often he speaks but I blank out his voice. The will to see, to move, perhaps even to live has gone. Hours tick by.

Tick... Tock... Tick...

Still I lay unable to move from the table, I feel lifeless as he takes my body again and again while I stare glumly at the wall each time. My insides feel sore and torn however the pain has hit its limit and doesn't seem to make me wince so much as it did the first four or five times. He swigs away at a sparkling brown liquid whilst he hammers is erect manhood into me, the slapping of our skin echo's through the house. Eventually he lets out a groan and moves away from me. At least another two hours slip by, time seems lost. I let me eyes stare out as I feel him approach once more to release his sack.

Tick...

I wait with anticipation, it doesn't happen. Instead he tenderly wraps me in a blanket and helps me stand. An aching feeling wavers through my back as I ease myself up. The pain increases as my thighs brush my overused vagina. The smell of iron hits me, looking down I see my thighs are thinly covered in blood. I don't look at him, instead I snuggle in the blanket, wrapping it round me for comfort and warmth and then let him silently guide me to the prison cell that he calls a bedroom.

"I'm sorry," he sits beside me as I curl up on the bed. I would cry but my tears have dried up, all that is left is an empty shell. I blank out his words, he hasn't any ounce of compassion after what he's done to me. I feel the tears pricking the corners of my eyes just as I thought I couldn't cry. I don't know who he is or who I am? Perhaps I deserve this?

"Charlotte"

That name. That's my name!

Suddenly it hits me my memory's flood back; my mother, my father, my sister. My home. I'm 22 years old but how did I get here? I killed that man out of cold blood and thirst. I jolt up and stare into Ethan's eyes his soul stares right back at me, cold and emotionless.

"Who the fuck are you and what the fuck have you done to me!" I scream in his face and push him back away from me as tears stream down my face. All my fight and will to live filters back. I claw at Ethan's skin like an animal gone wild.

"I want to go home!"

"I'm sorry Charlotte but I can't let you do that," his voice his harsh as he catches my wrists in his hands firmly holding them away.

"let go!!" I scream my confidence creeps back. He ignores me, I thrash out until he loses his grip. Anger flares within me, it grows and grows till suddenly it breaks; I let go. I grab him and sink my nails into his throat as deep as I can.

He has no control over me!

He fights back with vengeance and pushes me back. Blood seeps from his neck and I feel the fire ignite in my eyes. Strength builds within as I launch myself at him finding my fangs and sinking them into his neck I push him to the floor and he falls with a thud, then swipes back at me.

"Arghhh!" He screams as I suck as hard as I can and claw at his skin. Suddenly he chucks me off him and I land in a heap. My head hits the wall hard near knocking me for six, my body slumps weakly as I admit defeat. My eyes roll glazing over, I can just about make his figure out as he stands towering over me once more.

"You're going to fucking pay for that," he spits as he stands. His figure storms over to me with big angry thuds from his feet and before I can react or protect myself he punches me hard; the world goes black.

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