I've been taken

These bruises

I curse myself Looking around the bathroom. Everything is white and It looks surprisingly clean. I bite my lip and look around again.

What to do..

I'm interrupted by a thud. I flinch and turn on my heel, To stare at the door. I'm silently praying The door holds.I tune in,hearing nothing for seconds, I'm so fixed on quietness that when a loud thud comes out of nowhere I gasp and Jump back, bumping into the toilet. I'm balling my fists up so tightly, I can feel my nails digging into my palms.

"Stupid move right there, Baby. "I hear him mutter.

I blink,Not knowing if he's going to leave or what?

That's when I hear a small, metallic clink. I furrow my eyebrows together, Wondering what the noise erupted from.But then I see the nob slowly turning.

"Shit." I whisper when It starts creaking open.

Then I do the most drastic thing I could think of.

I run towards the door and throw all my body weight on it, Closing it. I turn, Keeping most of my weight on the door as I fumble to relock it, Which is pointless, But as long as I keep locking it, Everything's going to be good. Good..Good is far from my situation. What am I thinking?

Nothing is good. This is far from good. This is disastrous. Monstrous, Horrifying.

I'm still struggling to lock it when I hear a angry sigh and then, Just like that The door Is bashed open, Making me Fly down to the bathroom floor. I land on my hip and Struggle to sit up. He's in the door way, And He looks anything but nice. His eyes are narrowed, looking down at me and His jaw is clenched,Along with all the muscles in his body. I flinch when he steps forward. Tears are already blurring my vision and My hands are shaking uncontrollably.

He grits his teeth then Swiftly Bends down, Grabs my elbow and drags me out of the bathroom, Me kicking and screaming.

"No-Stop! "I screech Trying to peel his hand off my arm. He only tightens his grip on my arm, Making me scream.

We arrive in a long hallway and as He drags me down to the last door, I can't help but feel all hope dash.Why is this happening to me....I bite my lip to the point where I can taste blood. He opens the door and I adjust my eyes to the dim lighting. He shuts the door behind him and He drags me over to  Some..What the hell?

A metal table..There's also a chair in the corner with cuffs on the arms, There's Some wooden pillar in the middle of the room, Not to mention there's another door. He Brings my over to this little spot, that I didn't see. There's Ropes hooked up to the ceiling. I start Struggling as He grabs my arms and ties them,So I'm On my tiptoes, With my hands tied to the ropes that hang to the ceiling. I'm currently facing the wall,So my backside is facing him. I start sobbing, Begging him not to do whatever He's planning to do, Which I'm sure isn't going to be good.

 That's when I feel his breath against my ear.

"Didn't I tell you I'd whip you with my belt if you did one thing wrong? and I don't break my promises, Baby.I'm a man of my word."

My eyes widen and I start pulling against the restraints.

"Stop it, No!"I scream, Squirming Everywhere possible For a better chance of not getting hit.

But It only makes it worse, The belt sloppy against my Thigh. My scream hurts my own ears and I let out a deep sob, after feeling the blood rush to the raw spot. I get hit again..And again..And again.Repetitively. He hits me  so many time I lost count. Actually, I couldn't even keep track in the first place,the pain was so horrible. I've never been hit before in my life, So this was new. This was too new.The feeling was so horrifying. The pain was mostly on my upper thighs and Bum though, which Was Even worse, Because I can't look and see How bad it is. I feel warm fluid trickle down my thighs and the back of my knees and I now know for a fact, that he just whipped me Until Blood seeped through. He just whipped me and Now I'm bleeding..

I get whipped once more and since my voice is broke..Gone, All I let out is a whisper. A plead. For him to stop.I've been begging him for the last five minutes, But It doesn't work on him, It only makes Him Hit me harder.It gives him joy when I scream Pleads. He likes it when I beg. I hate it, But I have to try something,The pain is Horrid. I let my body hang limp and the only thing keeping me up is the ropes,Digging into my wrists from my body sagging. My head is drooped and my legs are sagged down, Leaving me look like a sick, Beaten ragdoll. My hair is sticking to my cheeks from the sweat Trickling down my face. The power it takes to go through each one of those whips. It's Sick.Disgusting.

Yet He finds it so delightful. I hear him yawn and form the grunt, I can tell he's most likely stretching.That's most likely the reason he stopped. Because He's tired. I would hate To know there's more. I feel faint and Dizzy As I hear jangling. Putting his belt back on, I presume. My breathing is heavy and Ragged as He Unties the ropes, Letting me fall onto the ground, Helpless.

He grabs me and throws me over his shoulder, Leading me to the same room I was in earlier. He sets me down and throws the sheet over my sweaty, Beaten body. God knows I have bruises.

I don't even think Im going to not go through a filthy day here without Marks.

I am so screwed.