-Some dark room in Terminus-
I am kept in a dark room, there is stuff written all over the walls. Crazy stuff. Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe I'm going insane. Am I writing that stuff? I don't know. I am chained to the floor, like an animal. My feet are free but my arms are not. I don't know how long I have been in here. A month? Two months? Years?
All I know is they come in here to beat me or touch me in exploitative and rapist ways. I see things, I see Daryl all the time, I see Maggie, I see my Daddy, I see Rick...you get the point. Sometimes those things don't go away and they won't leave...sometimes they do scary things to me. They rape me or yell at me, it feels all so real. It is real?
I hear someone coming, it's that man. The one who touches me...who cuts me up. Tears are forming in my eyes as he walks into this room, he kneels down to me and picks my chin up so I'm looking into his eyes.
"Your going to be a good girl aren't you? No screaming this time. No fighting." He says in a slither tone. He's a sick man, gross and boisterous. I quiver and let out a small squeal and a tear rolls down my face.
"No crying!" He shouts in my face. I close my eyes and try to put myself in a happy place. A place with Daryl and Maggie. Me and Daddy...the group.
He unchained my hands from the walls and walked me down a long hallway. He brings me into another room. I know this room, it's his torture room. There is a chair with straps and cutting tools next to it on a metal table.
"Please not again."I start begging.
"Shut your fucking mouth! What did I say!" He yelled. I was crying again. "You know what this means Beth." He said in a sarcastic sad tone
He grabbed me and brought me close to his body. He ran his fingers through my hair. I am disgusted.
"I have to punish you..." He said kissing my forehead.
"Please don't." I cry out barely audible. He begins to take my shirt off, my thin...white shirt. Exposing my breasts. I start to cry again and I try to cover them up even with my hands cuffed.
"Sweetheart why are you so modest...you know I love you" he said forcing me to uncover myself. I'm now sobbing. He pushes his hands on my breasts and squeezes them.
"Well if you're not pleased.." he yells to me and then pushes me.
"Turn around!" he yelled. I jumped and then I turned. I felt him come up behind me and pull my shorts off and shortly after he grabbed my frontal area, he moved his hands all over my hips.
"Please." I said trying not to cry. "Stop."
"I'm not done with you yet." He replied in a chipper tone.
Next he laid me on the metal table. He started strapping my hands and feet down. There was also straps around my breasts and my hips covering the sensitive areas of my body.
"Please let me go." I begged with more tears. He walked over to me and then put a cloth over my mouth, I felt like I couldn't breathe. I close my eyes and pray for the best like always.
"Now now...let's get started." He shouted to me.
All of a sudden, I see Daryl. Daryl standing there holding a knife to my face.
"Daryl no!" I screeched through the cloth that was covering my mouth.
"Shhhh..." I hear him say. This pain is almost unbearable...emotionally and physically. I'm sobbing as he cuts up my chest. I open my eyes again praying Daryl is gone but it's still him, the knife is still digging into my skin.
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Visions
RomanceSometimes those things don't go away and they won't leave...sometimes they do scary things to me. They rape me or yell at me, it feels all so real. It is real?