Silenced

chapter 3

​Annabelle's POV:

Trapped. I was trapped. Eyes, why won't you open? My head felt it was the equivalent of a boulder resting generously upon my neck and shoulders. Lethargically, my eyes decided to cooperate with my mind and open wide enough to show my surroundings. The cabin was small and bare, nothing hung from the walls and I could only notice two doors, one that could lead out and one I had no desire to explore. I looked down at myself to find a disturbing scene, I was bound and as I quickly learned I had also been gagged with a thick, slimy rag pulling between my jaw. My wrists were raw and cut deep with rope burn the flesh swelling and pussing leaving me to wince with each slight movement. A puffy rash line also caressed my lower stomach where I was tied to the back of the metal chair, leaving no possible way to release myself. Hearing a creak I realized my position was at a clear disadvantage, and there must be a third door behind my back. The sickening sweet and pungent smell wafted up my nose stinging my eyes on its journey. There was no hesitation in my mind as to who that disgusting scent belonged to, and its owner was less than desirable.

​"Well hello there Sweetheart, seems as if you couldn't resist me after all." He cooed reaching out to stroke my hair, leaving a shiver up my spine and the feeling of a thousand bugs released on my scalp.

​"Mmmph Upmhh Pumphh" I struggled to speak with gag wholly coating my features.

​"Well, well, well does my little baby want to speak," Damon grossly enunciated "do you have something to say to me?" Before I could so much as nod my head, his fingers caged around my neck and as I braced myself for suffocation, it never came. Slowly his hands traveled upwards reaching the knot that binded the gag together, yet he would not simply release it. Before my mouth could be free he sharply yanked the rag back nearly hitting the back of my throat which resulted in my eyes deeply watering and a few bouts of dry heaving. Then my mouth had been freed, and I hungrily sucked in the air filling my lungs to the brim and then slowly releasing. With the rage bubbling inside of me and a sudden shock of courage, I did not think before I spoke my first words.

​"You sick bastard!" I screamed allowing my voice to crack as I finished. Immediately as the words left my mouth however, I regretted them. His reaction was so instantaneous I could not mentally prepare myself for it. While I cowered down in the chair, I peeked up to see Damon smiling that twisted smile and in his left hand a paring knife.

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hiiiii, I hope everyone who has read has been enjoying the story so far!

-cay