Ultraviolence

Alone,alone,alone

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28th January

Amelia

Tired, I was so tired. I was laying naked under a quilt as heavy as a pile of bricks on my exposed skin. my captor slowly pulled up his jeans and buckled his belt. My hair was in knots and tangles, it surrounded me in the pure white sheets like ink spreading across a piece of of paper.

I could not feel a thing. I could no longer feel when he touched me, I could no longer feel hunger, I could no longer feel the passing of time in this labyrinthine house. There was only me and him, the man who ruled over me like a vengeful god. He was made out of coal and flame but he could not melt me, for in the end it is he who will be turned into ash.

Suddenly, I writhe under the covers in pain, as if my stomach is getting torn to pieces.
Ezequiel notices.

Of course he notices.

I backed away subtlety as he sits down on the bed next to me, placing his hand on my thigh as he looked into my eyes. I held in my rage and everything else desperate to escape as he touches me.

"What's wrong?" He asks, his ugly, faux concern felt like a hot coal burning the back of my head.

"Nothing," I lie, as I move off of the bed, reaching for my clothes. "Nothing at all." I clenched my teeth as I say it, wishing death on him. Wishing for the most painful demise possible.

Watching, I felt his gaze on the back of my head, I shivered as a thousand creatures crawled under my skin. I look forward, my body now stiff, like stone was running through my weak veins.

Breathe in
you can do this
breathe out

Breathe in
They will find you
Breathe out

I turned around and face him, a cruel smile was spread across his lips like a caricature. He breathed out of his nose, his body rose and fell as he kept his eyes on me.

"Is this love?" He asked, sitting up now and bringing his body to meet mine.

"I know I felt it before, I just never felt it with you." He whispered , his lips grazing my neck.

I felt like I was going to break into a million pieces on the bedroom floor, hate ran through every nerve like a wild fire. Yet, I still stay calm. I know that anything I could do to defend myself could backfire, everything that I wanted to do in this situation was the worst possible thing to do.

Suddenly, I felt his hands move behind him, my eyes immediately followed his fingers. However, he held my chin tightly in his hands, making it impossible for me to see what he was searching for. Before I could even understand what was happening, he lead me toward the balcony outside, the cold wind burning my face. A single magpie rested on the edge of the balcony, its monochrome appearance suited its dull surroundings. I looked at the lacklustre sun resting behind the dingy clouds, it's sight was harrowing for me. Like something familiar being ripped away from you or something you're so desperate to touch yet is just out of reach.

The moment I felt Ezequiel lower himself to the ground I could tell what was happening. The second I saw him put his hand in his jeans pocket it was a death sentence. Adding to that, the moment he pulled out a golden ring with a single jewel placed on the top, that was being condemned to an eternity of torture.

"Amelia Sparashe," he smiled up at me like a sadist watching me burn in the sunlight.
"Will you do me the honour, of being my wife?"

I felt my heart drop, and I took several steps backwards and felt the cold glass of the balcony door push up against me. I reached for the door and as soon as I felt the plastic handle in my hand I ran.

I didn't know where I was going but I ran any way. Navigating through the long, endless halls, each room now just an echo of the last. I felt the rug beneath me, soft on my feet as ran towards the front door and struggled on the frame. I dug my finger nails to the side of the door desperate to get it open.

Then, as if the angels blessed me on that day, the small glass window in the centre of the door slid out of its frame. I desperately started calling out for help, but as soon as I began to release the air from my lungs I felt a warm hand clasp around my mouth and pull me away from the gates of heaven. I twisted in him arms desperate for escape, but it never came.

Ezequiel held me against the wall and drove his knee deep into my stomach. I felt a sharp pain erupt across my whole body. Then he did it again. And again. My lungs were gasping for air that would never come, like a fish lying on the shore of an empty beach.

"Okay," I scream, my head facing the ceiling "I'll do it."

~~~~~~~~later that night~~~~~~~~

I lay awake in Ezequiel's cold bed as a monster sleeps peacefully next to me, it's hand lays across my chest like an animal protecting its territory. I watch as a gentle breeze floats through the curtains,revealing the kind light of the moon. Cautiously, I check if he is awake by nudging him gently, when he does not move I decide it's the perfect moment to strike.

Finally, I begin to feel more familiar with the place. I first head to the kitchen, the tile floor was cold on my bare feet yet still reassuring. I glide my hands across the stainless steel handles to find what I was looking for. After a few trial and error attempts I find what I was looking for; a single zip lock bag and a broom stick.

Next, I look for the cameras. The wires a mess like knotted hair yet I still follow them to the attic. I had heard Ezequiel there many times yet I could never found out where it was. I run up the spiral staircase in anticipation, each waiting moment becomes unbearable. When I reach the wooden door in the ceiling I am almost overcome with joy, yet I still keep my target in mind. I stretch the broom out to the handle of the door and push upwards with such force that a pile of dust rains down on me.

Once I pull myself up I am greeted by a dim monitor opposite me. The light blue light filled that side of the room however left me in darkness, like a the sky had been spilt across the walls and ceiling.The monitor was held in a white casing, on top of a small jet black table.

Carefully, I pace through the attic, cringing at every creek and groan as they screams through the house. I immediately sit down on the dark office chair once I reached the heavenly computer, it took me a while to figure out how to use the thing. Eventually, after I pressed a few buttons the video on the screen started to rewind, replaying the last six days I spent at this hell hole. Thankfully, After the torturous moments I lived through, I find the moment I was looking for. tears streamed down my face in sadness and anger, however some were there for the pure joy of finally taking him down.

I burned the evidence onto a DVD and place it in the zip lock bag, I had to hold back a cry of victory as I walked into the bathroom. Slowly, I lifted the lid of the toilet tank and placed my ticket out of here inside, now all I had to do was wait.

With Ezequiel

Alone

Locked away in some room unless he wants to use me like a toy

With my fiancé

Now never alone

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