Broken {Completed}

Unbearable

There was a searing pain on the back the back of my head, and as I reached up to soothe it, I was met by restraints. I slowly opened my eyes to a blinding white room. Literally everything was white aside from a single black blanket that covered the bed.

Where the hell am I? And why am I tied up? I struggled against the restraints some more, but only hurt myself. I looked around my surroundings more carefully taking in as many details as I could.

I was seated in front of a mirror, there were no dressers, shoes, or any sign of clothing. There was just the mirror and the bed. No windows. The ceiling was a little low, and there was a rectangular shape above the bed. Maybe a stairway to the attic?

"You look so beautiful when you're hopeless."

I jumped at the sudden voice behind me. There was a shirtless boy standing behind me in the mirror. He was scrawny but toned and had black hair. He had an arrogant, conceited laziness about him that I instantly disliked, and yet he seemed familiar.

He walked around me nonchalantly trailing his finger around my shoulders until he was in front of my and his digit rested on the base of my throat.

"You know, you are all too tempting." His hand began to move downward between my breasts. I tried to jerk away, but there was nowhere to go. Come on Ms. Rhodes. I'm just trying to be a good host. I know that rope is burning into your skin by now, so I'm just trying to give you - a little pleasure.

"Who are you!" I tried saying through my gag, but it came out muffled.

"I can't understand you sweetheart."

Come a little closer and I'll show you a sweetheart, I mentally threatened.

"Look at that face. It seems like some one is a little feisty." He reached out to touch me again but I jerked away. He moved the chair so it was facing the bed and sat down in front of me.

He ran his fingers through his hair then just stared at me. "Do you know who I am?"

"A psychotic son of a bitch!" I shouted through the clothe tied around my face. He frowned apparently able to understand that.

"A simple yes or no would suffice."

"Fuck you!"

He ripped the clothe from my mouth and gripped my jaw tightly. "Let's get one thing straight here, I have your life in my hands. If you piss me off I can just as easily take this knife shove it straight through your heart. Or your stomach. I've always wanted to know what a fetus looks like in person. I've heard they look like aliens. I wonder if that's true."

"What do you want with me?" I spat out.

An evil grin spread across his face. "All I want with you, is your son." He paused thinking. "And maybe a little something else." He placed the knife between my legs pressing it against my upper thigh causing it to bleed.

"What do you want with my son? I don't even know you!"

"Ms. Rhodes, it hurts that you don't remember me. After all it was because of me that your son was suspended on his first day."

What? The principal's son? Why the hell is he trying to kill us?

"I don't see why you kidnapped me for that!"

"Oh I didn't kidnap you because of that. He took someone from me. Some one that meant the world to me, and I want him to feel what it's like to lose someone that's important to him. I want him to see me kill the one person he loves the most. His dear mommy. That is of course after I've had my... Fun." His hand squeezed my knee and rubbed up to where he had cut my thigh. He grazed the cut lightly before digging his thumb into the open flesh.

I stifled back a scream.

"You're tough. I like it, but that doesn't change anything. The moment he gets here, I'm going to take you and force him to watch as I rape his mother. Then I'm going to kill you, and after he's sat hopelessly for days, I'll kill him."

"You sick bastard! He hasn't done anything to you!"

"He stole Moxxi from me! She was mine! And then he comes along and she's all over him! She hates me because of him!"

"I'm sure she hates you because of what you're doing now! You need help!"

"You know I'm getting really tired of your shit!" He walked out of the room and returned minutes with a ball gag. "Let's go for something kinky. Open!" I shut my mouth tight biting down on my lips. "I said open!" He takes the knife to me and cuts me across the cheek. I still didn't follow his command. Finally he takes the hilt of the knife and slams it into my head.

My vision blurred and grew dark at the corners until I blacked out.

• • • •

When I came to, I was no longer in the chair but strapped to the bed. My knees were chained together and my arms with them and a ball gag in my mouth.

I struggled to free myself from the chains that bound me, but I suddenly stopped struggling when I felt cold air touching my naked body.

I wasn't sure if my kidnapper was still in the room so I remained completely still. I began to cry. Gunnar didn't deserve this. He's never intentionally hurt anyone that didn't deserve it. Moxxi was an accident, and that relationship didn't even last long, but whoever this was, he was out to hurt my son.

Suddenly I felt hands grip my ass and something hard poking at my entrance. The bed shifted under someone's weight, and knees were on either side of me.

All I wanted was for Gunnar to be happy. To never have to feel the pain and heartache that I did. I hoped he knew how much he meant to me.

I wanted him to know that even though life was hell right now, he was going to have a future. Even if that meant sacrificing myself and my unborn child for him. If there is a heaven and if my baby goes there I just hope he understands that their big brother had so much to live for, and if it could be any other way, I would choose it. If it could be me. Just me. I would give my life for both of them in a heartbeat.

I suddenly felt warm fluid rush inside of me. I cried. It wasn't because I was physically hurt, but it felt like my soul had just been torn to shreds, and that kind of pain was unbearable.