The Unknown Behind My Walls

I Will Choose Your Punishment

It's back!
(Nothing new) Warning: violent scenes, intense language and inappropriate plot involved.

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He stirs at my feet, and places his hand into his coat that has been laying on the floor. I am curious about what is inside the coat that he was grabbing at, but I don't need to wonder much longer when he pulls out a gun.

The gun is small, probably a pistol. He holds it up to one of the holes and fear shudders through my bones as I start to breathe rather heavily.
"Shut the Hell up."
He gives me a sharp glance and snaps at me.

Outside the wall I can hear movement. When I look through the hole closest to me, I can see men in suits. It's the police.

Never in my life have I felt so helpless. I am in the worst situation I will ever be in and the only thing that can help me is on the other side of the wall. The only people that can save me are less than 10 feet away and all I can do is sit here and wait for them to leave.
No no no I think to myself. I can scream. He won't shoot me before they get in the wall... Who am I kidding? If I screamed he'd shoot me before my mouth shut.

For hours the police were moving around outside the wall. For hours I debated screaming, sticking a finger outside a hole in the wall, punching the wall. Doing something that could get their attention, but no. No, instead I sat on one side of the wall, quiet and motionless until they left. It seemed like an eternity before the left but once they left, it seemed to have only been a minute.
What if they never come back? What if I'm here for the rest of my life?

The man exhaled loudly once they left. He turned and looked at me. He smiled an awful smile. He knew I was too scared to do anything. He knew he had complete control over my body and my mind and he was so ready to take advantage of it. He dropped the gun on top of his coat and crawled his way over to me. I bent my knees and sat upright. Pushing myself away from him.

"No no no no no... Sweetie.. No no." He whispered softly.

The man violently grabbed my ankles and dragged me across the floor to him. He unbent my knees so my legs were straight out, one on each side of him. Hairs stood up on my neck and arms. I wanted to puke. I wanted to kick him and punch him and make him feel pain. I wanted to hurt him. I knew I couldn't. Instead, I just sat there and stared back at him. I felt a stinging in my eyes but I was not going to cry. No. I'm not going to show him any sign of weakness in me. I need to try to be stronger than him.

I stared an evil stare at him and he just smiled devilishly. His eyes looked like they could see through me. We stayed like this for only a few minutes, him sitting on his knees and my legs spread on either side of him.

Our stare was broken when he jumped forward and kissed me. Not as dragged out as the first one. Just quick. He didn't stick his tongue in my mouth this time. When we broke apart I spit on the floor next to me. When he saw me do that he looked horrified. Tears fell from his eyes.

I was so confused.

"Um.. Why are you.. Crying?" I showed no sympathy in my voice. I was stern.

"Because I just want you to love me." He wailed.

What the Hell? I thought. This man. The man who kidnapped me, raped me and abuses me wants me to fucking love him?
I almost started laughing.

"How could I love you after what you've done?" I was almost screaming. "You took my innocence! You broke me! You have ruined my entire life!"

He stopped crying. He wiped away the tears on his cheeks. He put a hand on my knee and I shivered. He slowly dragged his hand up the outside of my leg until it found its place on my behind. He wasn't looking at me anymore. He watched his hand.

I shifted uncomfortably. I lifted my hand and brought it to remove his. Before I touched his hand, he slapped it away. I looked up and the man was staring at me.

"You're beautiful." He said. "I want to treat you like royalty. So we are going to play a little game."

I swallowed hard.

"I'm going to be the king and you're going to be my queen."

I didn't like where this was going.

"We shall do whatever I like and live our lives in here like royalty. You must at least PRETEND that you enjoy it. That you enjoy me. You enjoy me and my company." He smirked.

"Alright.." I agreed. Anything that means I won't be used again.

"But whenever I feel like you don't enjoy it... I will chose your punishment. Okay dear?"

"Yes sir." I nodded my head in agreement.

"I AM YOUR FUCKING HUSBAND!" He screamed and ran his hand back to slap me.

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Thank you so much for being patient! I know I haven't been writing much lately but I'm going to try to get back to it!

What would y'all think of me talking to some editors when this book is done and getting it published as a hard cover copy? 🙃🙃