Hiding Behind The Mask

Chapter 4

WARNING: NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL

"Um, mister?" I sounded louder than normal, well more of a squeak, which obviously surprised him as I hadn't disturbed him in the last five minutes since we met. He turned around and just studied me, without replying so I just assumed I should continue. "Um mister, how--" That's all I managed to say before he cut me off.

"Y'know that voice of yours is a real turn on," the man said, his voice a bit lower than before, as he slowly closed the distance between us and moved us into a less visible area. He was too close and the smell of cigarette smoke intensified, making me cough a little. "Ok, time to take off that mask of yours."

"No," I whispered scared of what he may do.

I stood completely still and watched as he lowered his head nearer. His filthy, chapped lips grazed the outside of my ear. "Listen girlie," he whispered in a frighteningly low tone, "you said you would pay me back. You're the one in the wrong." He straightened himself so he could gaze down at me again. "You taking off that mask is part of paying me back, understand? It will come off even if I have to remove it by force... And if you don't cooperate soon, I'll make this a very painful experience for you."

I nodded quickly, from experience it was better to give in. He smirked. "Don't be completely obedient though... I like the chase, but damn this anticipation's killing me. You've got me hornier now."

I didn't understand what the man was talking about but I still untied my mask and let it drop to the floor. He was right. I was in the wrong. My head hung low, half in shame, half uncomfortable with my face being exposed. I fidgeted a little, but it was stopped when the man grabbed my chin and lifted it. Tears welled in my eyes. I hadn't looked at my own face in years, but I knew it was an ugly sight. His smirk confirmed my thoughts.

"This is going to be fun," then he started to mumble to himself. "The one day I didn't bring my stuff... just make do." Nothing he said made sense to me... just do whatever he says, then I'll be fine.

He removed the tie that already hung loosely around his neck. "Hold still sweetheart," he lightly warned as he used the tie as a blindfold and tied it securely. My heart raced more rapidly as I tried to adjust to the darkness.

A warm breath came from the right of me and hit my ear. I shivered uncontrollably, which seemed to make the man give off a strange groan-like noise. "Sensitive are we?" He said as he removed my hoodie. I wanted him to stop now...

"I'm not sensitive," I whispered a reply to the man. I wasn't sensitive in the slightest, I couldn't understand the emotions that other people felt. They seemed so irrelevant.

"Really...?" He drawled out for some reason. At the same time I could hear the sounds of metal clunking. I feared what he may be doing; he seemed dangerous.

"Well I think we should test that." I didn't have time to process what he said, as out of nowhere I was hit by some kind of whip. A loud scream came from my lips, long and high. The screaming continued as the pain seared through my lower back and spread. Then suddenly I was forced in front of the man, as he tugged on my wrists with one large hand. I slammed into what I could only assume was his torso. He then roughly wrapped my wrists with a thick, heavy leather-like material. Another scream graced my lips when he yanked my braid to move me closer to him.

"Quiet now," he chuckled. "If you thought that was painful, just wait - I like it rough," he growled, then laughed again.

It didn't seem like I was paying him back anymore. I wanted him to stop, it hurt... He was just punishing me. I ignored his warning and screamed for help, until my mouth was stuffed with some rough material. It was pushed so far that I felt like I would choke.