The Scarred Coincidence

This Is A Understatement

Tears soon bubbled up in my eyes. The pain was so unbearable. He thrust into me again and i let out a gut-renching scream.  Over and over again he thrust into me this time faster and harder. Im trying to hold in the scream but it comes again. 

Soon he stops with a digusting moan evaperating out of his  lips. " I told you to keep quite girl. Now that were done PLAYING were gonna have some fun." 

Atfter the mencasing laugh at the end of his statement, he picks me up and walks me back into my cell. My eyes still had tears in them threating to come out, but i refuse to weep over some horny ass dickless guy just for him to get satisfaction out of it. Then again i am greatful for the scilence he has given me leaving me bear in this cold ass cell all alone.

I quitely sob to myself afraid he will come back in and do something even worse than stealing the only things i had. My legs were so sore i couldnt even bring them to my chest. Thinking he took pity on me and let me alone i hear his footsteps acending down the stairs and stoping in front of my cell. I try to hide myself and my bear hideous body, but i cant. I simply cant move. He walks in holding something in his hand. But i dare not look at it afraid of what i might see so i turn my head facing away from him.

I can feel the anger and power radiating off of him. Without warning with his left hand he yanks at my hair and his right hand my face, pulling it towards him. I wimper at the sight at him only to get a growl as responce.

I feel a overwhelming jolt of courage and start to speak wanting my words to come out harsh but only some raspy whisper, " Whats with all the growling, Are you a dog. " I simply stated soon regreting i had. He put the silver chains back on my legs and forarms. It burned so i screamed and screamed trying to gey his attention and maybe take enough pity to let me go. He let out a evil laugh and started stalking towards me. I started wrilgiling around trying to avoid his gaze only to let out another gut-rencing scream from me. 

He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face down to his feet and my bear back towrds him. He put his knee on my neck so i couldnt move. He grabbed something out of his bag which i dare not look at. He pulled it high above his head and swong it stright down to my back.

As soon as it hit i knew what it was. It was a whip.  It sliced into my back cutting deep. I screamed again but he didnt notice. He brought it down again.

All i could hear is the faint sound of the whip slicing through the air over and over again as well as my back. I could hear his slight laughs getting muffled by the screams. 

Soon this became an eveyday thing. An every week thing. All i could do was sit and watch. Bathe. Rape. Abuse. Over and over again soon becoming a cycle.