Blood Lines

Chapter 2. You?

I felt a soft cloth on my fingertips. My hands were sweaty but yet I was freezing. I tried opening my eyes but I didn't have the strength to do so. Where am I? I could move my fingers, that's good. I moved them around to see if I could regain anymore feeling into my hands.

Luckily, after about five minutes I could feel up to my shoulders. I tried to move my hands further but couldn't. I was restrained. The cold metal of handcuffs dug into my skin as I tried to stretch out my arms.

I started to feel the cold air against my cheeks as my numbness began to fade on the upper half of my body. I could hear people talking from a different room, men voices. Oh gosh. Did one of them rape me? I opened my eyes in panic. I looked around the room and saw a ceiling fan going on high speed, the ceiling was plain white with some tiny hooks screwed in. Maybe for lights?

Next to the bed I was laying on, was the wall and a window. The blinds were shut making it a little dark in the room. But there were little peeks of sunshine. How long had I been out? Mom is probably freaking out right now. Kate! Where's Kate? I hope Tom is keeping her safe.

As I began to gain more feeling in my body, I continued to look around. The hardwood floor was dirty and looked old. There was a small dresser with four drawers, the dresser itself looked like it could fall apart at any moment. Above the dresser was a full body mirror that was rusted and had dark color spots on it. It looked a lot like paint. Blood?

Oh man. I want to go home. My heart began to beat harder and faster the longer I was here. I looked towards the door and saw the shadow of feet standing at the door. Fuck. No. Please don't come in here. I had feeling back everywhere but my legs and feet. I looked down at myself, thank God I still have my dress on. Though my dress is hiked up and is up to the top of my thighs. I wiggled my hips to move it down, which kind of worked. Only one thigh is covered, but if I moved to get the other this one is gonna move back up. Ugh! I also noticed my heels are gone and my ankles were cuffed as well.

The sound of a lock being unlocked scared me. I looked over at the door and noticed the doorknob began to move. Fuck. Act like you're still asleep. Just breath normal and calm. Don't open your eyes. I turned my head to the side, facing the wall like I was before. The only senses I was hearing, touch and smell, maybe taste but that doesn't matter right now. I heard the door open with a creak. I tried my best to keep my breathing normal and steady.

"You're still asleep? You should have been been awake a half an hour ago. God damnit, dumb whore." The man had a deep voice but he didn't sound too old. Maybe a little bit older than me. I heard the door shut and nothing but silence. After about five minutes, I was about to open my eyes when I felt a rough hand on my leg. Oh fuck. Thank God I didn't jump. I wanted to turn away from him so bad. But if I wanted to live I shouldn't move.

He began to move his hand up my leg to my thighs. Oh gosh. I moved my legs, and shifted as if I'm still asleep. He moved his hands off of me. My muscles began to relax. I suddenly felt his hand on my stomach and slowly moving up. He grabbed one of my breasts and squeezed hard. I wanted to cry. I wanted to roll over and cry. I could tell no one had raped me before when I was unconscious but now it's about to happen when I'm awake. He moved his hand back down to my stomach. I felt so sick at the feeling of some fucked up stranger touching my body. He moved my dress up to show my panties and my bra. He rolled it up to the top of my chest and left it there. I felt goosebumps rise on my skin because of the sudden cold breeze.

"Damn, you're sexy. Too bad I'll only get to use you this once." I heard the jingle of a belt and a zipper being unzipped. This is it. My virginity is about to be taken and not by a guy I plan on marrying. I felt a tear slip from my closed eyelids. I felt the cuffs on my ankles loosen and suddenly my legs and feet were free. But I still couldn't feel my feet or legs. I couldn't escape even if I tried.