12. Johanna
**trigger warning/Smut**
Footsteps slowly creaked on every step of the stairs, I could hear him slowly walking down to us in the basement that he was keeping us in. he had taken us to a remote cabin much like the one we were staying in.
The handle to the door turned slowly, I clamped my eyes shut as the door opened. If I acted like I was sleeping or unconscious – he left us alone.
"Wake up." He said kicking our chairs.
"I have to go to the restroom." Tara said shakily.
He untied her but tied her hands back around her back before making her hop on bound feet to the small bathroom. He ripped down her pants and shoved her onto the toilet, not even turning around.
"You sick bastard." She cussed. "You won't even let me wipe."
"I'll wipe if you want me to." He smiled. She kicked him hard in the leg earning a backhand that send her to the ground. "Don't be an idiot."
He pulled up her pants and shoved her back onto the chair. "Your turn."
I didn't fight him as he pulled my pants down, tears threatening to run down my face. We had been here for a week, he had bathed us – touched us but thankfully never tried to rape us.
I didn't fight him as he stood me back up, hesitating before pulling my pants up. "You know, I bet your boys would want another update video...what do you say we spice this one up?" he leaned down, biting hard at my neck. He took out a knife and cut off my shirt and my bra, laughing as he traced the initials he had carved into the V of my breasts.
"I'm glad you got your memory back." He said kissing the scar. "So you will be fully aware as I kill them infront of you."
"Why are you doing this?" I asked.
"Revenge honey, you wouldn't understand."
"You hurt them, and someone will kill you." I spat at him.
He hit me so hard I fell to the ground, my pants still around my ankles. He cut off the pants but left the ties around my ankles leaving me in just my underwear and a bra. I was a virgin, so this was especially terrifying – I didn't want my first time to be like this – with him.
"Say hi to your old man." He said holding up my phone recording a video. "Tell him how great I am in bed, how you don't even miss him."
"You sick bastard." I said kicking at him.
He grabbed my leg and flung me around, slamming me into the ground. He reached down and grabbed me by my hair, leaning over me to shove the camera in my face.
"Beg him to save you."
"No, Juice... please..."
"See, she doesn't want saved. She likes it."
He propped the phone up on the window sill before coming back over to me, bending me awkwardly over the chair. He looked right at the camera as he pulled my underwear down.
"I will cause you pain. I will cause you all pain."
I was crying frantically, trying to get away from him. I accidentally flipped the chair, but managed to kick away from him. My feet were bound so I couldn't do more than wiggle to try to really get away from him and when he recovered from my kick he held my legs down with his own legs, using his arms to hold my arms above my head, his other hand going over my body.
"Beg for him to save you."
"Juice please." I cried. "Save me."
"Beg." He said grabbing my throat, kissing me hard before biting down on my neck.
I screamed as he got up, unbuttoning his pants and shoving them down. I kicked him as hard as I could, I tried everything. I tried to get out of my restraints, causing blood to flow down my arms from ligature wounds.
"You bitch!" He scowled as I kicked him in the face, he fell back holding his nose. He growled before getting up for the phone, bringing it over to me and shoving himself inside my mouth – making sure the phone was getting the video.
I choked, almost throwing up on how rough he was being. It only took a few seconds before he came all over me, throwing me into the shower and turning on the cold water before walking out.
"Tara." I cried, the water hitting me in the face. "Tara..."
"I'm trying." She said, her voice shaky. "If I can get my shoulder to pop out of place, I might be able to get my hands in front of me."
"Please tara.... I can't.." I cried. "Just let him kill me, please."
"Don't say that. They're gonna find us. They're gonna save us. We have to fight Johanna, it's our only chance, you did good."
"You call that GOOD!" I sobbed.
"He didn't get what he wanted." She said quietly. "He'll come in and bathe you, then set you back with me... then we will come up with a plan.. just let me think."
She was right, he came back in – dressed with a bucket full of things. He washed me meticulously, making sure to scrub me clean. He washed my hair gently, babbling on about how if I wouldn't fight him, I would enjoy it. I felt the bile in my throat rise. I would never enjoy anything with him.
"I meet with them tonight." He said after drying me off, putting my underwear back on me before tying me back up. "so you two will die here if they don't find you – because I'll never tell them where you are. No one will be able to find this place."
"That's your opinion." Tara sneered. He pulled away from me and started on her, hitting her hard in the face.
"I'm setting it on fire – it'll take about two hours for it to reach you – that's how long they'll have to find you."
"You wouldn't." Tara screamed. "You can't!"
"I will. I'm meeting them at your cabin, which is not too far from here if you don't remember... but it's conveniently hidden – you won't be able to see the flames until it's too late." He smiled. "I know what they'll do to me when I walk into that meeting, that's why I'm doing it like this."
We watched him take a gas can and drenched the whole place in gasoline until he ran out, taking and throwing flammable things around, paper, blankets – blinds, everything he could.
I could smell fire, but I couldn't see it – it took a good half an hour maybe before we saw flames. I wasn't too sure of anything anymore, but I was sure of one thing.
We were going to die here.
