Heated desires

Agony and Carl

Sweat coats my forehead, while my breathing is rapid. I jump out of the bed, feeling an excruciating pain shoot up through my back. I scream in agony, the pain only seem to get worse.

Carl runs into the room, "lay back down." He demands. I refuse to listen to him. It's because of him I'm in this situation ! Carl strides to my side, picks me up and lay me back in the bed. He stares at me with sympathy eyes with a hint of lust. Noticing my clothes I fully comprehend why, my silk white night gown is gone I now have on boxers and a bra.

Ignoring his creepy stares I clear my throat. What have you done to me ? I accusingly question. "What have I done? I walked in the room and someone how you managed to get a piece of the chair stuck in your back! If anything you should he thanking me you ungrateful bitch!" He spats seething in anger.

We'll thank you for kidnapping me! thank you for knocking me out! Thank you for tying me to a chair and most essentially thank you for always being here when I wake up ! I scream in pure sarcasm. At this point my chest is heaving and my nose is flared. He wants me to be grateful when it's his fault I'm here!

I just want to pull his intestines through his ass! As gruesome that may sound it's only the beginning. Carl stares at me with hurtful and pissed eyes. If only looks could kill. I shift under his death stare. Carl grabs me and gradually flip me onto my stomach.

Once again my panick instincts kick in and I begin I scream and thrust about the place. Although the pain in my back feels like someone is slowly peeling my flesh from my body, I refuse to let him have his way with me. There is no doubt I look like a little kid throwing a temper tantrum. "Hold still! I have to redo the stitches." Stitches?Stitches? I repeat as if repeating the word twice will some how make it register quicker in my head. "Damn is there a fucking parrot in hear " Carl questions irritatedly.

Are you bipolar? I question. Carl ignores my question so I continue. Yup, you definitely are that's why your doing all of this. You don't comprehend this is all wrong, your fighting the people in you head. Is those voices talking to you again ? I rant on. This only added fire to the rain. Carl pours acohol on my wound making sure to inflict as much pain as possible. I hiss as I grab the bed sheets, causing then to slightly wrinkle.

After a few painful minutes of Carl stitching me back up he trace his finger over the stitches and down the center of my back. This caused me to wiggle underneath his long skinny fingers, he smacks my butt "Don't test me" he warns. "And make sure your ready for tonight" he state wiggling his eyebrows. Before walking out the room and slamming the door. Gross ! What the hell do he mean be ready for tonight? I whisper aloud to my self.

Well I don't care what he means I have to get out of here!

Glancing around the room looking for an escape weapon or plan, I spot my cell phone laying in between the two closet doors. I grin a toothy mischievous smile.

I'm getting the hell from out of here!

Gorgeous Ann Pov.

Kay, next update after 5 votes, comments, or follows, Since no one really comment or anything. I just want to know if the readers actually like this story. 😀 and I will update over Christmas break also. Thank you guyzzz for the votes !!!